I Am Her Husband, Huo Qing'ang

Huo Qing'ang? How could Huo Qing'ang be here? Gu Pianpian heard the voice and turned around, her face full of astonishment.

Sitting in the wheelchair, his back straight, his features refined, and his perfectly sculpted jawline, he looked like he had stepped right out of a painting. Dressed in a pale suit, he exuded an aura of cold elegance.

In the hazy light of the orange sunset, he and the surroundings complemented each other, as if stars had descended to earth. Gu Pianpian couldn't help but be mesmerized by his natural and captivating good looks.

She stared at him, her burning gaze assessing him like prey, and desire burning within her.

Seeing her reaction, Huo Qing'ang immediately moved his wheelchair a bit farther away from her and said in a muffled voice, "Mrs. Huo, you're drooling."