After settling Tuan Tuan down, Lin Nuan returned to their bedroom to see that Fu Huai'an had come out of the shower and changed into casual home clothes. He was standing before the desk…
Holding onto a towel, he placed his large hand on the edge of the table, the other hand gliding across the touchscreen of his laptop… conscientiously reading the English document on his computer screen.
She closed the door, bit her lip, and walked over with a blushing face. She hugged Fu Huai'an by his narrow waist from behind with her slender arms, her face pressed against his back. "Are you still busy with work?"
Fu Huai'an's index finger halted in the midst of tapping the touch screen, his body stiffening up…
They had been a married couple for such a long time, so Fu Huai'an knew what Lin Nuan was getting at.
