Left with no other choice, Huo Qingfeng had to take on the responsibility of being a father and put the child to sleep. This was no easy task, especially when Ping An was in such high spirits. He talked until his throat was dry, his eyelids were drooping, and his tongue was practically slurring. Ping An, however, remained wide awake, his big, dark eyes wide open, showing no sign of sleepiness.
Seeing that her father had fallen asleep again, Ping'an quickly reached out and pried open his eyelids: "Daddy~ you haven't finished telling the story yet!"
Huo Qingfeng was forced to open his eyelids a crack and mumbled a few more words.
"Wrong, wrong! The Frog Prince and Snow White are not the same thing, Dad!" Ping An shouted.
Huo Qingfeng couldn't hold back any longer. Who had time to care about that Snow White and Frog Prince nonsense? He reached out and pulled Ping An into his arms. "Go to sleep! If you make a sound again, I'll spank you."
Ping An pouted and didn't move. Dad really does spank when he gets angry, unlike Mom, who is always gentle and never fierce.
Huo Qingfeng was exhausted, and the milky scent emanating from Ping An's chubby little body acted as a sleep aid, and he fell asleep in no time.
Ping An couldn't sleep, her big eyes darting around as she looked here and there. Suddenly, she remembered something fun. She quietly crawled out of Huo Qingfeng's arm.
An hour later.
"Hey! You little brat, stop right there!" Huo Qingfeng's sudden roar startled everyone.
Ping An ran out screaming, her hands flailing. "Great-Grandpa, Great-Grandpa!" The little guy's legs weren't long, but she ran pretty fast.
Huo Qingfeng couldn't catch up with him at all and safely rushed into his great-grandfather's arms, thus making it safely to the station.
Great-grandfather quickly picked up Ping'an and comforted her. "Don't be afraid, Ping'an, don't be afraid. Really, what's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss? You're scaring the child!"
Huo Qingfeng pointed angrily at Ping An. "Grandpa, stop protecting him! This kid deserves a beating; look at what he's done!"
A little rabbit was drawn on Huo Qingfeng's snow-white sweater with bright red lipstick. It was drawn a bit too high; the rabbit's ears didn't fit, so they ended up on Huo Qingfeng's face. The thing is, his wife had specially bought this sweater for him. She had a matching one too—they were couple outfits!
Yang Ziyun laughed heartily behind him. "Whose fault is it? Like father, like son! You inherited all those mischievous tricks you had as a child from Ping An!"
Huo Qingfeng was so angry he was about to beat Ping An. Grandpa stopped him, smiling sheepishly and trying to smooth things over. "Forget it, the kid's still young, what does he know about causing trouble! Besides, when you were little, you drew cat whiskers on your dad's face, and he wore a mask to work for a week straight, but he didn't beat you!"
Huo Qingfeng turned around through gritted teeth and saw Ping An stroking the old man's beard, smiling and coaxing the old man around!
This little brat!
When Ling Ruoke returned home that evening, Huo Qingfeng complained to his wife. Ling Ruoke, upon hearing this, laughed so hard she lay on the bed rubbing her stomach. "Isn't it a good thing that your son looks like you? Why are you angry?"
"Wife, you're being unfair! He ruined my sweater, and you're still taking his side!"
Ling Ruoke smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him a few times. "Okay. I'll buy you an even prettier one another day."
Huo Qingfeng finally felt better. He started kissing his wife, and as they kissed, their passion ignited.
...
Another day passed, and it was late at night. Huo Qingfeng had put the child to sleep and tiptoed out of the room.
In the bedroom, Ling Ruoke lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand and reading a magazine in the other. Hearing Huo Qingfeng enter, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but the magazine obscured her pretty face and also concealed the smile on her lips.
Huo Qingfeng gently closed the door, untied the belt of his pajamas, revealing his firm chest. His tanned skin was as alluring as chocolate. However, upon closer inspection, one could see various scars on it, some of which were quite shocking.
Ling Ruoke glanced at him from the magazine, a warm feeling stirring in her lower abdomen. His mission this time had been quite long, and they hadn't been together for a while. She wondered if it was really true that "thirty is like a wolf," but she found herself missing him terribly.
Huo Qingfeng threw back the covers and lay down, pressing a finger against the edge of the magazine. He slowly pressed down, revealing Ling Ruoke's lowered eyelashes, her pert nose, and her lips suppressing a smile. He slowly kissed her, lingering and sucking. The familiar sensation easily ignited a burning desire within him.
Ling Ruoke reached out and hugged Huo Qingfeng's neck, her breathing becoming unsteady. She leaned back, letting him press down on her, their bodies pressed together.
The body in his arms was smooth and warm. Huo Qingfeng kissed her lingeringly as he slid his fingers down her body. It turned out his wife had been undressed and waiting for him all along.
Huo Qingfeng was overwhelmed by a burning passion, and he lifted his wife's body, which was lying on her side, so that their bodies were pressed together.
Ling Ruoke relaxed her body, letting out a soft moan of comfort. It had been so long since they'd been together, and just smelling his scent made her heart flutter. This feeling made her incredibly shy, and her skin flushed red, creating a beautiful blush.
The two were kissing passionately, about to get down to business and enter a world of pleasure.
Without warning, the door opened, and Ping An, wearing tiger pajamas, walked in, rubbing his eyes. "Mommy, Daddy, I can't sleep~ Ugh? What are you playing?"
It was like a bolt from the blue. Huo Qingfeng was stunned and pulled his wife out of the covers. The two of them pulled the covers up to their necks, staring in horror at Ping An standing in front of the bed. For a moment, they couldn't find an excuse.
"Mom and Dad, are you playing hide-and-seek?" Ping An asked as he started climbing onto the bed, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Huo Qingfeng looked at a painful spot on his body and couldn't help but howl in pain. "Son, what have I done to you?"
...
In the blink of an eye, our Colonel is already 38 years old. He's aged, but his physique hasn't changed much; he's still incredibly handsome. Walking down the street, he always manages to attract shy glances from young women.
Of course, Ling Ruoke was still that beautiful and gentle woman. Time had been kind to her, leaving almost no trace. Sometimes when she went out, many men would stare at her. If Huo Qingfeng wasn't careful, someone would come up and chat her up, making him so angry he wanted to punch them!
On the dining table, a huge three-tiered cake was decorated with 38 colorful candles. The flickering candlelight illuminated the vibrant flowers on the cake and the message written in chocolate: "Happy Birthday, my dear, I love you."
Ling Ruoke's gentle voice sang "Happy Birthday" as Ping An clapped her hands in her sweet, childlike voice. After the song, each of them hugged one side of Huo Qingfeng's cheek and gave him a sweet kiss. "Happy Birthday, Daddy/Husband!"
Huo Qingfeng hugged and kissed his two darlings repeatedly, completely blissful. He never really cared about birthdays, but he was still very touched by his wife's thoughtfulness. After all, the sentiment was what mattered most.
Ling Ruoke looked at Huo Qingfeng with a smile. "Keep bragging, but don't forget to make a wish!"
Huo Qingfeng glanced at Ling Ruoke, smiled, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles in one breath.
Ping An screamed. He had wanted to blow the candle along with his dad, but his dad had blown it all out in one gulp. So he quickly puffed out his cheeks and blew on the still-smoking candle.
Ling Ruoke exclaimed joyfully, "Cut the cake! Cut the cake!"
"Cake! Cake!" Ping An, clutching his little spoon, quickly echoed his mother's sentiment, shouting impatiently. Wearing a birthday flower crown on his head, he stared intently at the largest buttercream flower on the cake. No matter whose birthday it was, he was always the one wearing the flower crown and eating the cake.
Huo Qingfeng held the knife for a long time, reluctant to cut it; those words were written by his wife herself. After adjusting for a while, he finally managed to cut the cake into small pieces and put them on a plate.
Ping An was eating big chunks of "Happy Birthday" on both sides of his face, which made his little face all colorful and funny.
Huo Qingfeng's plate was divided into three small pieces, each with a single character on it. Smiling, he looked at Ling Ruoke, raised an eyebrow, and asked softly, "Which one do you want?"
Ling Ruoke bit her lip, suppressing the smile on her face, and used her fork to pick up the piece with "you" written on it, glancing at him sideways. "I want this one."
Huo Qingfeng curled his lips into a deep smile, feeling that the wine was getting a bit strong. His wife's sidelong glance made him feel a surge of desire, and his head began to spin.
After eating the cake, Huo Qingfeng filled the tub with water, placed the child in it, and carefully washed him before putting him back in his crib. He then sat beside him telling stories until his beloved son drifted off to sleep before standing up to stretch. He kissed his son's cheek and quietly left the room. At that moment, he was the epitome of a loving father.
Huo Qingfeng noticed the bedroom door was tightly closed and reached out to push it open, puzzled. "Wife, what are you doing?"
The door opened a crack, and Ling Ruoke peeked out. "Did you take a shower?"
Huo Qingfeng smiled and tried to squeeze in. "Not yet? I just wanted to see you first."
But Ling Ruoke ignored this completely and said simply, "I'm done washing, you go wash up quickly!"
Huo Qingfeng let out a disappointed "Ah," then chuckled knowingly and whispered, "Well, will you come shower with me? It's so lonely being alone!"
Ling Ruoke suddenly smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Hehehe~ No way!"
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut. Huo Qingfeng took a step back in disappointment. Really! It's my birthday today, huh? No perks for me? Feeling a little dejected, he finished his shower and, wrapped in his bathrobe, gently knocked on the bedroom door. He hadn't expected to have to knock to get back to his own bed. Huo Qingfeng chuckled wryly.
"Welcome!" A clear and pleasant voice came from inside the door.
Startled by the emotion in that voice, Huo Qingfeng's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and a joyful anticipation quickly swelled within him.
Gently opening the door, Huo Qingfeng stopped in surprise. A tablecloth lay on the thick carpet, along with a bottle of red wine and a fruit salad. A small cake sat in the center, a heart drawn on it with bright red juice. Several red candles flickered dimly on brass candlesticks. Behind the candlelight stood Ling Ruoke, wearing only a nightgown and barefoot. Her moist lips revealed a mysterious and sweet smile in the candlelight.
Overwhelmed by intense emotions, Huo Qingfeng slowly closed the door. He struggled to restrain himself from lunging forward.
Ling Ruoke stood up and walked over, her bright eyes sparkling with captivating light. She wrapped her arms around Huo Qingfeng's neck and whispered in his ear, "Happy birthday, darling." She slowly leaned in, closed her eyes, and gently kissed Huo Qingfeng's cheek.
Huo Qingfeng took a deep breath and reached out to hug her tightly. Something had been building up inside him, overflowing. Without saying a word, he used his burning lips to seal all his joy and love between Ling Ruoke's lips.
Holding his wife's face in his hands, gazing into her clear, bright eyes, Huo Qingfeng suddenly felt a pang of panic. What kind of luck did he possess to have such eyes gazing at him so affectionately? Just like the song says, let a lifetime pass in this one second; time is too slow because of the fear of losing her, because of the overwhelming infatuation.
Huo Qingfeng sat down on the ground, with Ling Ruoke in his lap. His lingering kisses landed on her slightly raised chin and lingered along her fair neck.
Huo Qingfeng kissed her while breathing into her ear, pleased to see her flinch and her skin quickly turn red. "Why did you decide to do this in the bedroom? Did you sneak around trying to surprise me and make me want you?"
Ling Ruoke giggled, tracing Huo Qingfeng's Adam's apple with her finger. "I didn't mean to, it's just that they were selling cakes with a buy-one-get-one-free offer and I didn't want to waste it. Besides, I just wanted to whisper it in your ear."
Ling Ruoke hugged Huo Qingfeng's neck and whispered in his ear, "I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice..."
Her mouth was gagged, in her favorite way.
Huo Qingfeng's hand slipped inside her pajamas.
Ling Ruoke suddenly straightened up, grabbed Huo Qingfeng's hair, and tugged at it. Amidst the intertwining and sucking of their tongues, Ling Ruoke had already been pulled out of her pajamas.
Holding his fair, soft body in his arms, Huo Qingfeng felt waves of heat rising within him. No matter how many times, his darling's fragrance always drove him wild.
Ling Ruoke breathed softly, smiling dreamily. She smeared some cream on her finger and drew a large "M" on Huo Qingfeng's face, then slowly extended her tongue and licked his face. Her voice was low and seductive. "It's sweet."
Huo Qingfeng could barely breathe; his face was flushed red, as if it were about to explode. He never expected his usually shy wife to dare to play such a game! He had to admit, he was absolutely ecstatic!
With a low growl, he flipped over and gently pinned the tormenting little vixen to the ground. Huo Qingfeng's heavy breathing declared: I can't take it anymore!
Ling Ruoke, unusually calm and composed, looked at Huo Qingfeng, who was pressing down on her, with a dreamy smile.
Huo Qingfeng grabbed her hands and pressed them above her head, then lowered his head and gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe until Ling Ruoke couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Heavy breathing mingled with low moans, and beneath Ling Ruoke's blossoming body lay two people's disheveled clothes. Even the candlelight seemed shy, flickering and adding an unexpected touch of spring to the scene.
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