Bai Wutong blushed. "No, just close the window."
Chu Tianbao had mastered the secret to flirting. "Is it because Tianbao isn't warm enough?"
Chu Tianbao pressed closer, his warm breath on her neck. Her heart skipped a beat. "Tianbao, I still have to work."
Chu Tianbao did not give up and placed his head on Bai Wutong's shoulder. He rubbed his slightly cold cheek against her hair. "I'll help my wife."
It was already good enough that he didn't cause trouble like this, yet he claimed to be helping her.
She glared at him. "Let go now."
Chu Tianbao pouted. "Then kiss me."
She couldn't help but chuckle. What else was in his head but kisses? "In your dreams."
Chu Tianbao said seriously, "I only miss my wife. I don't dream of it."
She was dumbfounded and wondered if this glib-tongued Chu Tianbao was the previously obedient Chu Tianbao.
No matter what he was thinking, he couldn't cause trouble now.
