Chapter 1903 - 1921: Red Directive (Part 6)
"If you want to go see Ding Meichen, you can go now. You have the whole evening to come and go freely at the Special Action Department."
The three people brightened up, not expecting that the Huo Family still had such great authority now.
"What about you?"
"I’m going back to the hospital first," Huo Kewei said, looking deeply at Huo Kewei, "Ke Wei, whatever you want to do, I will make it happen for you." With that, he gracefully got into the car, and Ning Di had already started the engine and drove off with a perfectly executed 180-degree turn.
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At night, Nan Fei developed a low fever and was very restless in her sleep, her head aching uncomfortably, wanting to wake up but unable to. In her daze, she heard a familiar deep voice whispering comforting words by her ear.
There were gentle kisses imprinted on her palms, the back of her hand, her cheeks, her forehead—every kiss was so tender, cherished, as if treating the most beloved treasure.
Nan Fei felt as if she were being embraced into a warm hug, her headache gradually easing as she fell back into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, she instinctively opened her eyes, and what filled her vision was a clarity she had never seen before. The handsome face inches away from hers, she could clearly see Huo Beijiang’s distinct eyelashes, long and dense with a curling arc.
He was actually wearing home pajamas, sleeping in her hospital bed, wrapping her entirely within his arms.
Nan Fei was mesmerized, subconsciously reaching out to trace his facial contours and every inch of skin. As her fingers wandered to his lips, the man who was asleep with his eyes closed suddenly opened them, his deep and enchanting eyes seemed to possess an unknown magic power, capable of drawing one’s soul in.
Huo Beijiang opened his mouth to gently bite her finger, his tongue playfully sweeping over her fingertip, igniting a series of tingling sensations.
"When did you wake up?" Nan Fei asked shyly.
"Just now," Huo Beijiang’s voice was hoarse, unable to control the morning impulse of a man. Seeing his little wife, whom he had longed for day and night, in his arms, he immediately hugged her tightly, bringing their bodies even closer together.
Huo Beijiang whispered softly in her ear, "I missed you."
"Rogue." Nan Fei’s heartbeat quickened as she buried her face in his chest, her face flushing with embarrassment, "Stop being improper."
"Injustice, I’m merely expressing my true feelings, and besides, I’m not saying it to someone else, I’m saying it to my own wife. How can that be considered being a rogue?" Of course, he wouldn’t admit it, on the contrary, he even felt like he was becoming Liu Xiabei.
What married man is as restrained as him? Married but constantly away from home, rarely together, and even then, can’t hold or kiss his own wife whenever he wants.
"Wife, get better soon!" Huo Beijiang, like a spoiled big dog, kissed Nan Fei here and there, his warm breath brushing against Nan Fei’s sensitive skin, making her itch to escape.
Yet he refused to let go, his actions becoming even more wanton.
"No escape for you!" Huo Beijiang laughed wildly, "Be good and obedient, not until I’ve kissed enough."
"When will you have kissed enough?" Nan Fei was held in his arms, her waist tightly wrapped by a pair of large hands. It would have been tolerable if he just did that, but this guy was still using his hands and feet, touching and kissing everywhere, and she was really ticklish. Now she wanted to laugh, holding back with great effort, her whole body trembling in his embrace.