Huo Jingyuan set down the insulated food jar he was holding and wrapped an arm around Wen Ci's waist. With a gentle pull, he drew her body closer to his.
He leaned in to her ear, his voice low and raspy. "Darling, are you doubting my stamina? If you weren't going back to Beijing, I could go all day."
Wen Ci: "..."
She was already completely immune to his crude remarks.
Suddenly, she glanced down. A prominent tent had been pitched in his green cargo pants. Looking back up, she smiled. "You really can get worked up anywhere, can't you..."
"And whose fault is that?" Huo Jingyuan said through gritted teeth.
'It's all her fault for being such a restless sleeper.'
"Heh."
Then, Wen Ci swallowed hard. Exhausted from the long night, she hadn't eaten breakfast yet and was now starving. "Is there chicken in the chicken soup?" she asked.
"Yes."
