A smile played on Huo Jingyuan's lips. He reached out, wrapped an arm around Wen Ci's slender waist, and had her sit on the edge of the bed. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "He's missed you a little."
Wen Ci's face instantly flushed red.
'Huo Jingyuan's childhood friend is still right outside,' she thought.
Wen Ci shyly bit her lip. "You're never serious."
The man chuckled. "What's the need to be serious? We're a married couple. And as a public servant, I should answer the call to action and have a top-quality child with you."
Hearing this, Wen Ci pulled her hand away from Huo Jingyuan's grasp and stood up from the bed. She eyed him up and down and chuckled. "You say that as if you're in any condition to do anything about it."
"My upper body is what's injured."
The moment he said that, a certain... alternative position flashed through Wen Ci's mind: the man, lying flat on his back, his upper body still wrapped in bandages...
