208 The Secret Meeting

She could faintly sense the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood from him. Her eyebrows creased a bit before she snuggled even closer. "Welcome back, Hubby."

"En, I'm back."

Long Ying's smile turned wider when he heard how Yu Yan addressed him. She was more used to call him by his name, so he didn't pay attention to it at first. Now that she called him this way… hum… he liked it so much.

At the front, An Lin was keeping a straight face while driving the car back home. For the nth time since he met Yu Yan, he still hoped that there was a method to melt himself to the chair. 

That way, he could just focus on driving and not have to listen to these two….

Yu Yan hugged Long Ying and then took off his coat. She was inspecting whether he had wounds or not, a habit that she had developed whenever she sensed the smell of blood from him.

"I'm not wounded." Long Ying looked at his wife helplessly. "But if you want me to undress, I don't mind."