At that moment, Meng Yuhuai felt a wave of emotion, stood still for a long time, put down his chopsticks, and took several large steps over, suddenly embracing Hua Xiaomai tightly.
It was wonderful—they had a restaurant with a large garden, and intimate acts did not need to wait until they returned home and shut the door. In this vast space filled with the fragrance of flowers, it was just the two of them. Whenever he wanted, he could hold his wife tightly in his arms without worrying about being seen by anyone.
His actions came so swiftly that Hua Xiaomai could not help but be startled, and then the corners of her mouth turned upwards as she embraced his waist and pressed her face into the nape of his neck.
This man's skin was warm all year round. When they first married, she was quite unaccustomed to it, especially in the summer, when he felt even more like a bundle of fire.
