"Should I call?"
Ming Ge's fair face was slightly feverish.
In the hotel room, the wall light cast a dim yellow glow, and outside the window lay an endless dark night. Apart from Chu Mufeng, who was like a glowing light bulb, the atmosphere was just right.
She lifted her cellphone to her ear.
Ming Ge felt as if she could hear the shallow breathing of the man on the other side.
She cleared her throat.
Puckering her lips, her tender, beautiful face flushed slightly as she softly began,
"...Husband."
Beside her, Chu Mufeng's body jolted, "Damn, showing off your affection in front of me?"
Gong Yeyan, having heard his wife call him 'husband' as he wished, slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
Although he wasn't by her side, a simple 'husband' was at least a small consolation.
The man's eyes suddenly darkened.
Of course, it would be better if he were there...