Huo Jingyuan's face was grim as he released Wen Ci's lips. He shouted toward the door, "You go get it. Then stay in the living room and do your homework. Don't come upstairs again."
"Why?" Wen Yaozu asked, confused.
"Enough with the questions."
At that moment, Wen Ci took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's neck. Feeling the vein throbbing there, she chuckled softly. "Still angry?"
"I'm not," Huo Jingyuan flatly denied.
Immediately after, Huo Jingyuan felt Wen Ci's legs hook around his waist. A lazy smile touched his lips. Listening to the sound of the rain falling outside, he spoke unhurriedly:
"Do you want to…?"
Because of Wen Yaozu's presence, there were too many things they had to be mindful of.
This timely rain, just like the night before, meant they no longer had to worry. Even if the bed frame made a CREAK, no one would hear it.
The sound of the torrential downpour was enough to cover everything.
"No,"
Wen Ci's answer was crisp.
