As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Xu sensed trouble, and was about to escape, but Lu Moqing trapped her waist first, bending down to kiss her.
Qiao Xu leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and when Lu Moqing approached, her body instinctively leaned back. Husband and Wife lost their balance and fell onto the sofa together.
Lu Moqing, afraid of crushing Qiao Xu, propped himself up with both arms on the sofa cushion as they faced each other, one above the other.
His gaze inadvertently fell on Qiao Xu's mobile phone on the sofa, which she hadn't had time to switch off. Lu Moqing's WeChat chatbox was open on the screen.
In the input box, two characters had just been typed - husband.
It must have been the sound of him unlocking the door that interrupted her, so she hadn't had time to send it.
The smile on Lu Moqing's face deepened, and Qiao Xu noticed his gaze. She turned her head to look, saw the light from her mobile phone, previously put aside by her,
