"Thanks, brother-in-law." Suddenly, Wen Yaozu's eyes seemed to light up. He blinked and said, "You know what? How about I give you a proper kowtow?"
Huo Jingyuan and Wen Ci were speechless.
"Well, say something. What about the kowtow?"
Wen Ci glanced down at him. "Could you just shut your mouth?"
"Oh."
Back at home that evening, after the scene at noon, Huo Jingyuan didn't mention anything about intimacy. He just soaked his feet, grabbed a magazine, and got into bed.
Wen Ci patted some moisturizer on her face, making her already dewy skin look even more fair and rosy.
She emerged from the bathroom in a silk nightgown and saw him completely engrossed in his magazine.
She slowly walked over to the bed. The silk nightgown clung to her curves, and under the overhead light, her fair skin was faintly visible.
Wen Ci's eyes curved into crescents as she looked at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Mr. Huo, have you decided to turn over a new leaf?"
