Wei Anning instinctively protected her chest with both hands, making sure she wasn't exposed before she relaxed. But she was used to having the room to herself, and now there was suddenly a handsome man lying on her bed, she found it a bit overwhelming.
She scratched her head, "Um, are you going to sleep here tonight?"
Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow, his tone nonchalant, "Wife, your husband here is in the prime of life, healthy in body and mind, neither 'bent' nor lacking in vigor. Should I really need to take matters into my own hands when I have a wife at home?"
"..."
Wei Anning's face turned so red it could bleed. This jerk, he was so direct it was mortifying. Did he have any idea what subtlety was? She was too embarrassed to meet his eyes, "I, I'll go sleep in the guest room."
"Come here!" The man beckoned her, removing the documents from his lap.
