Having just been hurt by Pei Zhiming not long ago, Huo Tingxiao felt his heart was about to break again after this little flirt struck him once more.
"...No, no, you're in your prime."
Wen Xingyue inexplicably felt that Huo Tingxiao seemed to have suddenly become gloomy and pitiful, so she quickly shook her head.
Huo Tingxiao is a stalwart soldier; how could he possibly portray her as a lost puppy?
"Really?"
Huo Tingxiao's voice deepened inexplicably, sounding aggrieved. His deep eyes held a hint of emotion, his gaze lowered, and his face drew closer.
"Of course it's true. You're only twenty-seven, and my older brother is almost thirty."
A strong, distinct face loomed close to their eyes, deep-set eyes, and a high, straight nose, so close that their breaths mingled and sprayed onto each other's faces.
Warm and moist.
The more Wen Xingyue looked at Huo Tingxiao, the more pitiful she felt. The image of the puppy in her mind became more and more obvious. She unconsciously swallowed and held his head in her hands, speaking earnestly.
Wen Rushang, whose reputation was ruined by the sudden downfall of a powerful businessman: ...
She's such a good sister to him.
"Don't you mind that I'm too old?"
Huo Tingxiao lowered his eyes and stared at her lips, then leaned closer, his deep, magnetic voice close to Wen Xingyue's ear.
"No... I don't mind."
Wen Xingyue clutched Huo Tingxiao's clothes with her fingertips, her eyes somewhat dazed, and shook her head blankly.
"Then... how about a reward?"
Her sticky, husky voice was charming.
The air felt a bit humid and stuffy.
"Wh...what...?"
"Check if I'm feeling alright..."
The room door slammed shut, leaving behind Wen Xingyue's startled cry.
Wen Xingyue completely forgot about Huo Tingxiao's puppy image in her mind. Huo Tingxiao was not a puppy, but a hungry wolf.
She lay softly on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Huo Tingxiao's tender gaze fell on the small bundle of people holding him beside him, his love overflowing.
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