C129 Motive

"What is it?" Huo Motine's magnetic voice rang out in the quiet kitchen, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he turned around and left.

Almost the moment he stepped out of the kitchen, Jian Huan relaxed. Her hands supported the kitchen table as she exhaled a large breath. She raised her hand and touched her forehead. It was a little hot. Her cheeks were the same