"Brother Ayin, stop joking around,"
Lu Fengxuan's heart was restless, and though she smiled, it looked as if she were crying. She said, "We're like an old married couple now, both our little ones are four years old. As parents, we should set an example. How can we not return home at night?"
"So stop making trouble, let's go back."
She reached out to grasp the man's wrist but he easily dodged, and then Yu Chiyin lifted his hand and took off his jacket.
The dark blue tie was loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt came undone, revealing the perfectly shaped Adam's apple at his throat.
"So you think we're an old married couple now and that passion is gone from our lives, is that it?"
He swallowed lightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, exuding an abstinence-filled seductive charm.
"…" So tantalizing, so desirable.
Lu Fengxuan's gaze was glued to his throat, hardly paying attention to what he was actually saying.
And her silence seemed like an admission by default.
