By the time Fu Yanhe finished doing the accounts, Shen Yanhe felt waves of soreness and weakness around her waist, lacking even the strength to lift her hand.
She closed her eyes slightly, lazily nestled in Fu Yanhe's arms, raised her foot and kicked his calf, her voice hoarse, "I'm hungry."
Fu Yanhe caught her mischievous foot, caressed her ankle a few times, his handsome face filled with satisfaction, his voice magnetic and pleasing, "I'll go prepare dinner and new clothes for you."
Shen Yanhe's eyelashes fluttered, the ticklish sensation at her ankle made her involuntarily retract her leg, and she mumbled a few vague sounds.
If he kept touching her like that, they wouldn't be able to stop again later.
Better to fill her stomach first.
Fu Yanhe released her ankle, stretched out his long arm to hold her in his embrace, and then planted a few kisses on her lips before flipping the covers off the bed and leaving the room to arrange dinner.
