Wen Ci’s eyelids lowered slightly.
She was determined to continue her venture into business. Having witnessed the prosperity of the southern coastal regions, she wanted to carve out her own path using her abilities.
She didn’t mind the hard work.
Huo Jingyuan was her husband. When she was physically and mentally exhausted, just holding him could recharge her.
Wen Ci said, “I want to go into business.”
“Whatever you say goes. I’ll listen to you in everything.” The man held her waist, his voice full of indulgence. As he breathed in her fragrance, his eyes gradually darkened.
Before being discharged, the doctor had told him about various precautions to take after leaving the hospital, with avoiding strenuous exercise being the top priority.
He had immediately asked the doctor if marital intimacy counted as strenuous exercise.
The doctor’s reply was: It doesn’t, but try to avoid overly vigorous movements.
Since marrying Wen Ci, they had never been apart for so long. The “Devil’s Week” training had been out in the field. Calculating it, it had been nearly a month since they last…
Once a man has tasted meat, how could he easily endure abstinence?
Huo Jingyuan’s eyes curved slightly at the corners, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you awake now?”
“Huh?”
The sudden change of topic puzzled Wen Ci. She released herself from the man’s warm embrace and asked curiously, “I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
As her words fell, the man’s rough hand caressed her earlobe. Wen Ci’s long eyelashes fluttered. She deciphered the meaning behind his words from the depth in his eyes.
Wen Ci swatted his hand away, moved back to the center of the bed, and hooked her foot around his waist. A smile danced in her eyes as she teased, “Just got out of the hospital and already want to go back for some rest and recuperation?”
She emphasized the words “rest and recuperation.”
Life in the hospital room was dull and monotonous. Wen Ci knew Huo Jingyuan disliked it. She was deliberately teasing him, testing if he would still proceed.
“I asked the doctor.” Huo Jingyuan leaned closer to Wen Ci, lowering his voice word by word. “The doctor said marital intimacy doesn’t count as strenuous exercise. If really necessary…”
The man’s voice was husky and soft.
It seemed like he was coaxing Wen Ci step by step.
“Hmm?” Wen Ci’s tone rose, signaling him to continue.
“I can lie still.”
Wen Ci’s face flushed. She pulled the corner of the quilt to cover her face, her expression turning both shy and annoyed as she looked at him.
This dog of a man!
Huo Jingyuan saw her crimson cheeks, lowered his eyelids slightly, and smiled.
Every time he spoke bluntly with Wen Ci,
she would blush.
The rainy season in Beijing always arrived fiercely. In less than a minute, the sound of pouring rain echoed outside the window, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
Huo Jingyuan locked the bedroom door, took off his shoes, and squeezed under the thin quilt. His hand explored beneath the covers, his dark eyes clouded with desire, his Adam’s apple bobbing:
“Even heaven is declaring it will fulfill my wish.”
The soundproofing in the old houses of the military compound was poor; too much noise upstairs could be heard downstairs. The thunder and rain could mask the sounds the two made.
A scorching kiss landed on Wen Ci’s nose. Her breath hitched. His intense gaze fixed on her, then he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth:
“Wife, be gentle with your movements.”
Wen Ci thought he was pretending.
How could such a good thing exist in this world?
…
The next day.
The sky was bright. Wen Ci was awakened by the sound of running footsteps downstairs. She got up and lifted a corner of the window curtain. Wen Yaozu was running, panting heavily.
Wen Ci’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Was… something supernatural happening?
How did Wen Yaozu get up to run without anyone having to yell at him?
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