Franklin curved the corner of his mouth and walked leisurely towards the bedroom.

As he opened the door, a ray of gentle light cascaded.

He chuckled when he saw that woman was rolling over in the quilt from the door.

"You are back?"

Hearing his voice, Christine turned suddenly with embarrassment.

Then her face lit up when she saw Franklin was back with a bottle of honey jujube, which was in a fine package.

Franklin could not hide his smile when he saw Christine was staring at him as if she was a baby bird waiting for food.

Christine held out her hand and she saw Franklin lift that bottle high before she smiled at him.

"Do you want it?"

"I do."

That "want" meant wanting him.

Christine understood what he said and blushed.

"You are a hoodlum." She murmured.