"That's enough, of course..."
Alexa blushed as she stammered, while Terrence teased her.
"I'm your husband. Why do you blush so easily?"
"Blush?" Alexa said subconsciously, "I blushed because it's just a little hot."
"Is that so?"
Terrence took her hand and felt the warmth of Alexa's palm. He was slightly relieved.
"The temperature is just right. It's not hot," he said in a low voice.
Alexa looked at him and was stunned for a moment.
At that time, someone knocked on the door of the office.
Before Terrence could react, Alexa quickly took back her hand and pretended that nothing had happened.
"Alright, go back to work."
Terrence looked at his palm in frustration. The hand frost she used today smelled like roses, and the fragrance seemed to linger in his heart.
What a pity. He could have held her hand longer...