Su Ran's gaze followed the man's footsteps until he came to the bedside, and then she slowly came back to herself.
She looked up and glanced at his still partially wet hair, and said:
"Your hair isn't dry yet. Why didn't you blow-dry it?"
Fu Qiyuan caught her hand, his deep eyes staring straight at her, then he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Isn't it you who asked me over?"
Su Ran frowned, "When did I ask you to come over?"
She clearly hadn't said a word.
Fu Qiyuan smiled, reached out, and pointed to her heart.
"Here."
He then kissed her eyelids, lingering on her lips.
After a deep kiss, his low, magnetic voice followed.
"With those eyes looking straight at me, how could I refuse such an invitation from my wife?"
Su Ran blushed, "…I did not."
She was just simply admiring a beautiful thing, how did it become seduction from his mouth?
"Isn't it that my wife couldn't wait?"
Su Ran shook her head, "No."
