Huo Jingyuan set down the insulated container and slipped an arm around Wen Ci's waist, gently pulling her closer.
He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and husky. "Don't you trust my stamina? If you weren't heading back to Beijing, I could go all day long."
Wen Ci was left speechless.
She had long grown immune to his suggestive comments.
Suddenly, she glanced down. A tent was pitched high in his green cargo pants. She looked back up at him and smiled. "You really can get one up anywhere, can't you…"
"And it's all your fault," Huo Jingyuan said through gritted teeth.
It was all because Wen Ci was such a restless sleeper.
"Ha!"
Then, Wen Ci swallowed hard. Exhausted from the long night and not having eaten breakfast, she was starving. "Is there actual chicken in the soup?" she asked.
"There is."
