Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and gently leaned against his chest, speaking softly: "Fu Nancheng."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing, just suddenly felt like calling your name."
He curled his lips up, holding her tighter: "You should call me husband now."
Qiao Mo's cheeks reddened slightly, but she didn't respond.
"Call me husband." He lowered his head and kissed her gently.
"Stop it." Qiao Mo wanted to dodge, but he held her tightly, making it impossible to escape.
"Just call me husband." He spoke in a muffled voice.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, feeling his tenderness.
Before long, Qiao Mo's face involuntarily flushed a bit more.
"Stop messing around, it's still daylight."
"Then wait until it's dark?" he asked in a whisper.
Qiao Mo looked uneasily at the bedroom door; seeing it closed, she felt a bit more at ease.
After all, it wasn't just the two of them at home; there were two little ones too.
