After saying that, she directly lifted the blanket and lay down.
Huo Jingting followed her in, "It's only natural to be attracted to my own wife."
He pulled the blanket over them, leaned down, and gently kissed her lips.
Gu Nanqiao's small fist pounded on his chest, "Don't think you can brush me off like this. You didn't even care about my birthday because of work. Huo Jingting, you've really got some nerve now."
He grasped her wrist, brought it to his lips, and bit it lightly, "Work isn't as important as you..."
If it were really about work, he wouldn't have made this trip.
Gu Nanqiao frowned unhappily, "Then why did you go..."
The rest of her words were sealed within their increasingly fervent kiss.
...
In the middle of the night.
Huo Jingting, full of energy, got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and brought back a cake, then lit some candles.
After lighting them, he returned to the bedside, bent down, and, with the blanket, lifted the person on the bed.
