He flipped to the next page.
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Li Qianrui returned to the Li Family home and entered her room, only to see Zhou Jin lying on her bed holding her favorite novel.
She dropped her bag, rushed forward, and reached out to snatch the book from Zhou Jin's hand, "Zhou Jin, why are you messing with my things? Do you know what privacy is?"
Zhou Jin raised his arm, preventing her from reaching it, and with his other strong arm, he encircled her supple waist. He chuckled deeply, "So passionate. Offering a hug as soon as you get back?"
"Who's offering a hug? Give me back my book!" Li Qianrui shook off his arm and pounced on him.
Zhou Jin's sturdy body fell back onto the soft bed, allowing the woman to lie on his chest. With a flick of his right hand, he accurately tossed the novel onto the bedside table.
"My novel!" Li Qianrui went to grab it.
"Wife, what's more important, your novel or your husband, huh?" Zhou Jin held her slim waist, not letting her get up.
