They sat down, and Hou Jingshu snuggled into him. He welcomed her. The sensation and warmth of her body was soothing. While they hadn’t stopped sharing a bed, they had been very cautious to avoid public displays of affection. The most they had done was hold hands.
“Won’t you remove your mask?” asked Hou Jingshu as she tilted her head to stare at him. She reached out and brushed his mask with her fingers.
Wu Jian sighed, then removed his mask. He smiled down at the woman. “Better?”
“Much,” Hou Jingshu beamed.
Wu Jian pulled Hou Jingshu so that she was sitting across his lap. He leaned down and began kissing her, first her lips, then her neck. Hou Jingshu sighed as she threaded her fingers through his hair and tilted her head. She giggled when he nibbled on her neck. Then a surprised moan escaped her parted lips when Wu Jian bit her hard enough to leave a mark.
“N-not here! I don’t have anything to cover it up!”