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Wen Yiyan looked at her, shook his head and said, "No."

Fan Xing looked at him, his eyes squinted as he asked half-truthfully: "You can't be carrying me, there's something outside … …"

The man covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence.

"It will never happen," he promised her in a low voice.

Hearing Wen Yiyan's sudden promise, Fan Xing's expression eased up by a lot. She pursed her lips, wanting to conceal her joy, but still couldn't help but laugh.

His heart felt like it was being soaked in honey. It was so sweet that he quickly forgot about answering the phone in the middle of the night.

Fan Xing nodded obediently, using his eyes to indicate that he could take his hands off now.

She asked him cheerfully, "My father is coming. What are we going to prepare?"

Wen Yiyan placed his handbag on the shelf at the side, then pulled her to sit on the sofa: "Let me think."

Fan Xing laughed and nodded, knowing that he had been busy the whole day and was definitely hungry, he eagerly ran to the kitchen, heated up the food he had just cooked and gave it to him to eat.

Wen Yiyan looked at the two dishes on the table, which he had taken a liking to. He knew that she had prepared them especially for him, and couldn't help but smile at the cold and thin corner of her mouth.

Fan Xing watched him eat as he discussed about his father's arrival.

"Where does Daddy live when he comes?"

After Wen Yiyan finished chewing the food and swallowed it down, he returned to her house. "Stay at home.

The woman nodded. She thought so too.

Dad had a hard time coming here. I can't let him sleep in a hotel, that's not good.

It was better to take care of each other at home.

Fan Xing rested his chin on his hands, looked at him and asked, "Then where are we taking him to play?"

The man calmly replied, "There's no rush. When he comes, we'll take him to mom's house for a meal first. They haven't seen each other in a long time."

Fan Xing's eyes lit up, he suddenly thought of something: That's right, there's also Uncle Jiang, my dad said that he wanted to meet him.

Hearing that she was talking about Uncle Jiang, Wen Yiyan's eyes flashed with a stern look, but he quickly disappeared.

She didn't sense anything amiss as she hurriedly said, "When the time comes, we can call you along at Uncle Jiang's place and then have a meal at Mom's or outside. What do you think?"

The man casually replied as he ate.

After eating, just as Wen Yiyan was about to go wash the dishes, Fan Xing snatched it away and said with disdain: "Let me do it, the smell on your body is not good at all. Go and take a bath first."

The man's eyes were dark as he suddenly approached her with a hint of ridicule in his eyes. "How about we bathe together?"

Fan Xing almost choked on his own saliva.

She glared at him with a little blush, and then smiled slyly. "Blood flows like rivers, are you sure you want to know?"

Wen Yiyan, "..."

The scene was too beautiful to imagine. The man pushed her head away and went back to his room alone to take a bath in his pajamas.

After both of them had showered, they began to get tired of lying on the bed.

It just so happened that someone else was in a damned special period, so that he could see, touch, and eat it. That was the most despicable.

Wen Yiyan decided that after she had recuperated, it would be better to eat first whether she was afraid of him or not. Otherwise, if he continued to hold it in, he might really become sick from holding his breath.

Thinking of this, the man gritted his teeth as he looked at her.

Fan Xing's hair stood on end as she looked at him. She asked in fear, "What, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He lowered his voice and said, "I want you to hurry up."

She was surprised for a moment but when she understood the meaning behind his words, she clenched her fists and threw herself at him. "I'll let you play rogue! I'll let you play rogue!"

Wen Yiyan held onto her two disorderly hands, and said with a low and hoarse voice. "Isn't this a matter of heaven and earth?"

Hearing the man's slightly wronged tone, Fan Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The next weekend, neither of them had to work.

Wen Yiyan was in the kitchen making breakfast while Fan Xing was in the room, opening the box that Mrs. Wen had given her.

He opened the box and saw a set of sex toys lying inside.

Fan Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart, but he still pretended that nothing had happened.

She tentatively picked up the lace dress. Her small hand trembled a little as she placed it on her shoulder and tested it against the mirror. Although she tried her best to remain calm, her face still flushed.

As she consoled herself with the thought that it was not a big deal to be an adult, she also silently imagined her husband's reaction when he saw her in this outfit.

Was he going to fall for her charm and eat her?

What should she do? That thing was very painful. Although she had already done many mental forays, her heart was still a little afraid. So painful …

Fan Xing was indulging in fantasies when she suddenly saw her husband walk past in the living room. She immediately recovered from the fright and quickly folded up her miniscule skirt and put it back into the box, covering it with her hands.