After a playful chase between their lips and teeth, until both were panting, Leng Youchen finally eased his grip on her, looking at her flushed, charming face, he narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, "Always seducing me with that silly and cute expression, my dear, your husband is a normal man."
The man's tone was filled with desire, husky and particularly charming.
Wei Anning bent her head modestly, her face red and hot, too shy to look at him, she gave him a light push and pouted, "You're annoying!"
Leng Youchen laughed, pulling his adorable wife into his arms, looking quite satisfied, and teased her on purpose, "Do you really find me annoying?"
Wei Anning shook her head, how could she truly find him annoying when she couldn't get enough of liking him? She wrapped her arms around his strong waist and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
The back seat was silent, yet it was filled with warmth.
