As she said this, she let out a theatrical sigh. "Brother Hao, it's lonely at the top. You need a little something to spice up life."
Huo Tianhao saw she truly hadn't taken the previous incident to heart and smiled, pecking her on the cheek. The sound was so loud it seemed to silence the summer insects for a full half-minute.
Xia Zhaoyun bit her lip and lightly pounded his chest. "We—we're in public!"
Huo Tianhao found her rare, demure display endearing. He recalled how her recent fibs had made him practically steam with frustration, and he couldn't resist teasing her. "So, Xiaxia, does that mean I can have my way with you as long as we're behind closed doors?"
After all, a husband and wife—especially a couple deeply in love—were supposed to be as intimate as one.
While that was true, hearing it said so bluntly was mortifying. Even Xia Zhaoyun couldn't stop herself from pushing him away and storming off, her head lowered in a flurry of embarrassment and indignation.
