Strict Wife of the ’70s Manages the Household

She felt embarrassed, so she wanted to ease the atmosphere.

Han Qingsong, “…”

He put his hands behind her, still pressed against her tightly as his lips gently rubbed against her ear.
His voice became more hoarse and full of desire, “It’s funny.”

“Let’s go home for dinner,” Lin Lan tried her best to remain calm, but her voice betrayed her.

Han Qingsong suddenly chuckled, “What are you afraid of?”

Lin Lan raised her chest, “I’m afraid? What am I afraid of?”

Feeling the plumpness and softness of her frame pitted against her, Han Qingsong said, “…then, let’s continue?”

“No, I didn’t take a bath!” Lin Lan quickly pushed his chest, “Go back, let’s go back to eat.”

She felt that Han Qingsong took a step back and was about to slip away immediately.

Han Qingsong touched her arm and lifted her up easily.

“Ah—” Lin Lan was startled, hurriedly wrapping her arms around his neck and doing the same to his waist subconsciously with her legs.

He stepped forward and pushed her against the wall again, frightening Lin Lan so much to the point that she didn’t dare to move.

“Director Han, let’s… talk this out civilly?”

Han Qingsong buried his head on her chest, listening to her gasping for breath.
However, he didn’t put her down and walked out with her in his arms.

He stumbled under his feet as he tripped over something and Lin Lan was so frightened that she hugged him tightly, “B-be careful, don’t fall.”

“If you fall, I’ll cushion you,” he said.

But he stopped teasing her on purpose and took her around the yard full of debris with ease before putting her down.

Lin Lan was about to slip away, but he held his hand again.

His hands were large as they were warm and powerful, holding hers and giving her a full sense of security.

Before they got home, they heard the children shouting, “Father, mom, why are you guys not here for dinner yet?!”