In the study, Huo Jingyuan heard the commotion of people leaving. He set down his pen, stood up, and walked to the door, watching as Wen Ci saw off the little kids.
He then approached Wen Ci from behind with slow, deliberate steps, wrapping an arm around her waist and locking the door with his other hand.
The man's hot breath tickled her ear as he blew a cool puff of air against her earlobe. Sensing her body tremble, he smirked. "It's evening. Tell me, what does 'little tadpoles' mean?"
Wen Ci: "…"
'And here I was wondering what this damn man was up to.'
'Turns out, he just wanted to know what 'little tadpoles' meant.'
A smile played on her lips as she teased, "Mr. Huo, so studious?"
"Is there something wrong with being studious?"
But he recalled something Wen Ci had said—"Whether or not you have twins usually depends on how strong the man's little tadpoles are"—and had a vague idea of what "little tadpoles" meant.
