"Wait for me, I'll take a quick shower and come down," Nan Fei replied hastily, rushing into the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth before coming downstairs with her hair still dripping wet.
The porridge in the bowl was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
"Come on, wife." Huo Beijiang sat in the chair, holding a military book. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his deep eyes filled with a dangerously tender passion.
Nan Fei shivered under his gaze, having never seen this side of Huo Beijiang before. Now, she could hardly believe her own eyes.
Huo Beijiang saw her reaction and curved his lips into a teasing smile, asking, "What? Don't believe what you're seeing?"
"Uh..." Nan Fei didn't know how to respond.
