"What kind of thug is this? The things I want to do now, those are thug moves." His thin lips whispered into her ear for a few moments, and seeing her cheeks flush instantly, he couldn't suppress a deep chuckle.
Nanqiao really couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to cover his mouth, but he bit her fingertip instead.
In front of others, Mr. Huo was calm and rational, but now in bed, he spoke these shameless words to her. Nanqiao tried to associate him with his professional demeanor at work, but she couldn't connect it to the man before her now.
The dissonance was too great.
"Alright, it's getting late, let's hurry up and sleep." Nanqiao released her hold from around his waist and burrowed into the bed.
He looked so tired; he definitely hadn't rested well these past few days. Now that he finally had some time, he should catch up on some sleep.
