Tian Cuixia giggled as he touched her, pinching the soft flesh around his waist, "Look how eager you are, has your wife made you into a monk again?"
Li Guangyuan kissed her passionately, his breathing becoming heavier, "Monk or not, could she compare to you? Cuixia, I've missed you so much, you don't know how much I've thought of you these days, thought of you till it hurt."
Tian Cuixia pushed him away with a smile, "Don't try to sweet talk me, I am no eighteen-nineteen-year-old girl, and I know exactly what you men are thinking. If you missed me so much, how come you didn't come to see me for so many days? I heard you've been doing some big business deals lately, look at how different your clothes and things are. You say she can't compare to me in front of my face, but you haven't come for so many days, you must be at home pampering your wife, right?"
Li Guangyuan wasn't embarrassed being seen through; he approached her again, grinning cheekily.
