Back in the car, Mu Yan clung to Jiang Jingheng, unwilling to let him go.
Jiang Jingheng held her, chuckling softly, "Don’t want to go ho?"
"No," Mu Yan said in a muffled voice.
Right now, she just wanted to be with him, anywhere would do.
Jiang Jingheng pinched her fair hand, kissed her cheek, "Then how about going out to play?"
"No!" Mu Yan said, burrowing further into his embrace.
Watching her dependence, the hint of laughter deepened in Jiang Jingheng’s light brown eyes.
"Alright, then let’s spend the night here."
Mu Yan suddenly withdrew from his arms, thinking he had to work the next day.
"Let’s go back."
"Hmm?"
She looked at him and said, "I want to go back and rest."
Jiang Jingheng gazed into her obedient and understanding eyes, his heart softening endlessly.
"Alright, let’s go ho."
He held her with one hand while driving with the other.
There had always been a lack of a ceremonial confession between them. She is a sentintal girl; the more he does, the guiltier she feels, and the less likely she is to leave him.
Returning to the villa, Jiang Jingheng led Mu Yan through the door, where the entire living room was adorned with sunflowers, clustered together like a sea of flowers.
The yellow flowers appeared even more vibrant and captivating under the light.
Mu Yan looked at Jiang Jingheng in surprise, "This..."
Jiang Jingheng smiled slightly, "Mrs. Jiang, happy anniversary!"
Mu Yan opened her mouth, mist gathering in her eyes. Turns out, there were preparations at ho too.
She whispered, "If I hadn’t co back with you today, wouldn’t all your preparations have been in vain?"
"Yes," Jiang Jingheng gently caressed her cheek, his handso face full of tenderness, "That’s why I’m so glad you ca back with ."
Hearing him say this, Mu Yan felt even more guilty.
She held his hand and said, "I won’t do this again."
Jiang Jingheng looked sternly at her, "You can do anything, but don’t ignore ."
"I understand," Mu Yan replied earnestly.
Jiang Jingheng habitually pinched her cheek and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Mu Yan shook her head, "Not hungry."
In fact, she was a little hungry, but it was so late, she didn’t want him to work too hard.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her in surprise, "It’s said that kissing burns a lot of calories, and we kissed for so long just now, yet you’re not hungry!"
Mu Yan’s face imdiately flushed at his words, she bit her lip and pinched him lightly, quietly complaining, "You’re being naughty again."
Though she feigned anger, her heart felt as sweet as honey.
Jiang Jingheng held her hand, chuckling softly, "So, are you hungry?"
"Not hungry!" Mu Yan replied defiantly.
"Well, it seems we haven’t kissed enough," Jiang Jingheng said as he pulled her into his arms, leaning in for a kiss.
Mu Yan quickly pushed him away, evading to the side, "No kisses for you."
"That’s not acceptable, I must kiss you today."
In a playful chase, Mu Yan suddenly lost her balance and fell onto the sofa. Just as she turned around, a figure pressed down on her, locking her in place.
He pecked her lips. She refused to be outdone and kissed him back.
They went back and forth, gradually entwining with each other.
His kisses were tender and lingering, like feathers teasing her heart, leaving her craving for more, chasing after him.
Gradually, the temperature in the living room rose, clothes were pulled off and scattered everywhere.
Seeing things were getting out of hand, Mu Yan gasped, using her remaining reason to resist, "Not here."
Jiang Jingheng looked at the delicate flower-like person beneath him, a certain part of him on the brink.
His light brown eyes seed to blaze with fire, his voice hoarse, "Wife, I can’t hold it in."
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