"What kind of comfort?" Beiming Han observed these pieces of furniture, all of which were European style. They appeared grand, but they were indeed not as cozy and comfortable as the small sofa at her home.
He still remembered the way he desired her on that sofa, the sensation was splendidly intoxicating.
Gu Qingxin didn't know what he was thinking, and replied, "I mean the kind of homely, warm comfort. But it doesn't match the decor style here, not quite fitting."
"..."
As dinner was ready, Aunt Zhou called them over. Beiming Han helped her put on those fluffy bunny slippers and hand in hand they went to the dining room.
He wanted to carry her, but she insisted on not being carried, so he had to let it go.
After dinner, they both returned to the study. Gu Qingxin would read a book while lying on the small wooden bed, while Beiming Han dealt with some work. He no longer went to the office. He handled all of his work from home, which let him heal as well as keep her company.
