Chapter 198

At one in the morning, Zhou Huimin gently pushed open the front door.

Only a dim wall lamp was on in the living room, and a note left by Auntie Zhang the nanny was stuck to the refrigerator: "Yangyang is already asleep, milk is in the thermos."

She took off her high heels, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and her gaze unconsciously looked toward the study on the second floor—a sliver of light shone from under the door crack.

"Still not asleep..."

Zhou Huimin walked upstairs on tiptoe after heating the milk, carrying the cup.

The study door was ajar; Xiang Fei was facing away from the door, staring intently at the computer screen.

Zhou Huimin was about to knock when she suddenly caught sight of the notebook spread out on the table.

"Young China Said"

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales"

"Ten Thousand Territories"

"Descendants of the Dragon"

"As You Wish"

"Grandma"

"Young China"

"Snow Dragon Chant"

The bottom line of small text: "A gift for A-Min—Huaxia"

The milk cup trembled slightly in her hand, and a drop of tear hit the rim of the cup.

"Back?"

Xiang Fei turned around suddenly, and Zhou Huimin hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"Working so late?" She handed over the milk, pretending to be calm.

Xiang Fei took the cup and took the opportunity to hold her hand: "Just in time, let me show you something."

On the computer screen, a folder named "Huaxia" was neatly arranged with eight demos.

"This is..."

"A new album for you," Xiang Fei clicked on the audio of "Ten Thousand Territories."

The piano prelude poured out like water, and Zhou Huimin widened her eyes: "When did you..."

"Started preparing since you were filming 'The Moment I Met You'," Xiang Fei gently stroked the corners of her reddened eyes, "I knew you were holding back a lot of energy inside."

Zhou Huimin suddenly straddled Xiang Fei's lap, held his face, and kissed him.

The milk cup overturned on the keyboard, but neither of them cared.

"Wait..." Xiang Fei gasped and pressed her hand that was unbuttoning his shirt, "Listen to me finish first..."

"Not listening."

Zhou Huimin bit his lip, her fingers already skillfully unbuckling his belt.

Xiang Fei groaned, suddenly lifting her up: "Bedroom?"

"Right here."

Zhou Huimin swept the documents off the table with her backhand; the notebook fell onto the carpet with a thud, and the melody of "Ten Thousand Territories" continued to play.

The leather office chair made an unbearable creaking sound.

"Gently..." Xiang Fei gasped, "This chair cost tens of thousands..."

Zhou Huimin rode on his waist, her long hair like a waterfall: "I'll pay for a new one."

The sandalwood desk suddenly shook violently; the paperweight rolled off and hit the speaker switch. The chorus of "Descendants of the Dragon" suddenly exploded:

"In the ancient East, there is a dragon—"

Xiang Fei covered the speaker, and Zhou Huimin took the opportunity to push him onto the sofa.

"A-Min!" Xiang Fei looked at his torn shirt, "This is a limited edition!"

She leaned over and breathed into his ear: "I'll pay."

When the prelude to "Snow Dragon Chant" started, Xiang Fei finally couldn't take it anymore, carried Zhou Huimin, and rushed to the bedroom.

"Xiang Fei! Put me down!"

"Too late."

The loud noise of the master bedroom door being kicked open woke the nanny next door. Auntie Zhang looked at the monitor in a daze, silently turned off the screen, and added a soundproof lock to Yangyang's children's room.

At 5:30 in the morning, Zhou Huimin lay on Xiang Fei's sweat-drenched chest, her fingertips tracing the bite mark on his collarbone.

"Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Xiang Fei pointed to the lipstick mark on the bedsheet, "

"Hehe," Zhou Huimin looked at Xiang Fei with a grin, "I'll go record it tomorrow."

"There's a rap in the middle," Xiang Fei pondered, "You can't handle it, let me do it, let's go together."