Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and gently leaned against his chest, speaking softly: "Fu Nancheng."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing, just suddenly felt like calling your na."
He curled his lips up, holding her tighter: "You should call husband now."
Qiao Mo’s cheeks reddened slightly, but she didn’t respond.
"Call husband." He lowered his head and kissed her gently.
"Stop it." Qiao Mo wanted to dodge, but he held her tightly, making it impossible to escape.
"Just call husband." He spoke in a muffled voice.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, feeling his tenderness.
Before long, Qiao Mo’s face involuntarily flushed a bit more.
"Stop ssing around, it’s still daylight."
"Then wait until it’s dark?" he asked in a whisper.
Qiao Mo looked uneasily at the bedroom door; seeing it closed, she felt a bit more at ease.
After all, it wasn’t just the two of them at ho; there were two little ones too.
"The kids might co over soon... stop ssing around," Qiao Mo softly scolded, grabbing his restless hands.
"They’re being punished to stand."
"You’re using public power for personal gain."
Fu Nancheng suddenly picked her up and placed her directly on the soft bed.
Qiao Mo wanted to run, but he caught her leg and pulled her back: "Still want to run? Hmm?"
"We haven’t eaten yet, stop ssing around, it’s not good for the kids to see."
"There’s still ti, a quickie," he said, beginning to remove her panties.
Qiao Mo half-heartedly resisted, but she couldn’t overco him, finally having to shyly endure his shalessness.
Delicate kisses started falling all over her.
Fu Nancheng’s movents beca eager, almost ready to have her when suddenly, a series of sounds from the door handle interrupted.
"Is that a sound...?" Qiao Mo beca more anxious.
"No, you heard wrong." Fu Nancheng ignored her.
But Qiao Mo’s nerves were on edge: "No, it feels like there’s a sound."
Fu Nancheng moved her face so she was looking at the entrance, fiercely kissing her cherry lips, as if wanting to devour her.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just at the crucial mont, before he could have her completely, a loud knocking on the door erupted.
"Mommy mommy mommy! I’m hungry..." Chenchen started scratching the door, sowhat annoyed.
Qiao Mo suddenly sat up in shock, realizing what the earlier sound was.
Wasn’t it just Qiqi playing with the door handle? The sa sound happened when he went to find her at the office.
Imdiately, she tried to get up.
But Fu Nancheng wouldn’t let her, pulling her right back.
"The kids are out there," Qiao Mo urged urgently.
"Ignore them, I’m still hungry," Fu Nancheng said with implication, determined to complete the unfinished task.
Qiao Mo couldn’t argue with him, and previously being kissed into a daze, her mind was sowhat blank.
"Mommy!"
This ti the voice was noticeably louder. It wasn’t Chenchen, but Qiqi.
Qiao Mo was a bit excited and anxious; after all, since Chenchen got hurt, she hadn’t heard him speak or call her mommy...
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