Xiao Changyi actually nodded: "Hmm." No one could compare to his wife.
An Jing immediately kissed Xiao Changyi happily.
Xiao Changyi was somewhat dissatisfied with her perfunctory kiss.
An Jing only found it amusing, but still sweetly leaned in again, pressing her lips to his once more.
But that was all she did, just pressed her lips to his.
She deliberately didn't move, standing there maintaining the position of their lips touching, but the smile on the corners of her mouth was wide, clearly intentional, revealing her desire to see how long he could endure it.
Xiao Changyi couldn't stand it at all—this was his wife, why should he restrain himself? Seeing An Jing intentionally pausing, he wasn't annoyed and directly clasped the back of her head, deepening their kiss.
When the kiss ended, An Jing was already sitting on Xiao Changyi's lap.
And Xiao Changyi was sitting on the chair in front of the desk.