Once Wen Yaozu left, the atmosphere in the living room grew somewhat quiet.
Wen Ci leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and hooked her foot around the man. Her eyes, charming as silk, swirled with affection: “Not talking? Could it be that someone is shy?”
Even though she had caught him pleasuring himself, they were husband and wife. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen or touched each other before.
What was there to be shy about?
Hearing this, Huo Jingyuan’s ears turned red. “Can we not mention that?”
Wen Ci looked at the blush spreading across the man’s exceptionally handsome face and couldn’t help but laugh: “Regiment Commander Huo, are you actually shy? Don’t you usually spout dirty talk without a second thought?”
“I do not.”
The man’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
Wen Ci was inwardly overjoyed. Huo Jingyuan’s discomfited appearance was just too amusing.
“You don’t have what?” Wen Ci continued teasing him.
Huo Jingyuan stood frozen for a moment, then seemed to think of something. A curve touched his coldly proud, handsome face as he sat down beside Wen Ci. His rough, large hand gripped her waist tightly, forcing her closer to him.
Since he couldn’t withstand Wen Ci’s verbal teasing, he would turn the tables and make his wife admit defeat herself.
He pinched her waist, making Wen Ci’s eyes widen in surprise. Leaning close to her ear, his breath scorching, he said calmly, “Darling, if you keep teasing me, I’ll make you experience what a man’s… endurance truly means.”
Wen Ci: “…”
She was utterly speechless.
But a defiant expression appeared on her face. Her slender hand covered his left cheek, feeling the man’s sharp, chiseled jawline. She curved her lips: “Since Wen Yaozu is doing his test paper, why don’t we go upstairs?”
The sixth-grade paper wasn’t difficult for Wen Yaozu; he would finish it in half an hour at most.
But half an hour was completely insufficient for Huo Jingyuan; it wasn’t even enough for the kissing and cuddling part.
A vein throbbed on Huo Jingyuan’s forehead. His gaze was intense, and he spoke word by word: “Are you deliberately playing with me?”
Teasing him on one hand, then only offering half an hour on the other.
“I’m certainly not.”
“Heh, woman.”
Huo Jingyuan’s tone sounded like that of a wronged little wife, his brows slightly furrowed, looking pitiful.
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Half an hour later, Wen Yaozu finished his test paper and walked out excitedly.
“Sis, I’ve finished the paper. Let’s hurry to the state-run restaurant for dinner.”
As he finished speaking, he saw a lot of money laid out on the table in front of the sofa, including large ten-yuan bills.
Wen Yaozu’s eyes widened: “Sis, is this the money you earned these past few days?”
Wen Ci nodded.
On the first day, the soldiers from the Logistics Department had recorded how many pounds they sold, so she had a rough idea of the final amount.
On the second day, she wasn’t sure how much was sold at the market. It was crowded and chaotic, and she hadn’t had a chance to count.
Wen Yaozu looked excited: “Sis, maybe I should quit school. I’ll be your assistant.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Ci slowly raised her eyes, narrowing them slightly. A palpable sense of menace could be felt.
“What did you say?”
“I said…”
“Hmm?”
Wen Yaozu was about to repeat himself when he heard her rising tone and met his sister’s murderous gaze. He immediately shut his mouth.
Seeing him obediently quiet down, Wen Ci took out a one-yuan bill and handed it to him. “This is your pocket money. Spend it however you like, but you can’t use it to buy food.”
“Thank you, sis!”
Wen Yaozu clutched the one-yuan note. At school, he had to pay for meals, and since he boarded there, he didn’t have much pocket money. Although his parents would bring him good things to eat.
He looked at the large sum of pocket money in his hand and frowned: “It seems besides food, I can’t think of anything else to buy.”
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