Qin Yuheng smiled, walking up to her with a relaxed air. "Don't be angry, en?"
Shen Ning's lips curled into a fleeting grin, as if she'd just remembered something amusing. "Alright."
His brow furrowed, an edge of curiosity in his gaze. "What's so funny?"
She shrugged, her smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "Seven o'clock. Let's go back. I've been waiting for you to wake up."
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While Qin Yuheng drove, Shen Ning leaned back in her seat, her phone in hand as she scrolled through her WeChat moments.
A flood of comments had appeared on her recent post.
En?
Xu Xie : [Be careful. Your photo might be a pig. Hahaha]
She suddenly remembered something. Swiftly, she switched to Qin Yuheng's moments.
Her expression froze.
A picture of her sleeping—her, with a ridiculous cartoon cat pattern doodled on her cheek.
She glared at him. "You're so childish."
Qin Yuheng didn't hold back his laugh. "It's not childish. It's love."
Shen Ning snorted, turning back to her phone. "That kind of love... No thanks."
Yet, despite her words, the faint smile tugging at her lips gave her away, and Qin Yuheng noticed it.
Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, causing her to look up in confusion."
"What's wrong? Why did you stop the car?"
"Wait here. I'll be back soon," he said before opening the car door and stepping out.
She watched as he disappeared into a nearby pharmacy.
When he returned, she leaned forward anxiously. "What happened? Are you feeling sick?"
But instead of an answer, he pulled something from the bag. Her eyes widened in shock.
Condoms. So. Many. Condoms.
"..."
Shen Ning's face turned scarlet. "You—you..."
Qin Yuheng met her gaze calmly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Wife, the ones we had before are all used up."
She didn't look at him in the eyes.
He leaned in, his voice a low whisper near her ear. "Tonight... you'll be on top."
"No!" Her face burned as her mind immediately painted the picture.
He only chuckled, fastening his seatbelt before starting the car.
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When they finally reached home, Shen Ning hurriedly opened the car door and slipped inside, leaving him behind.
"Uncle Zhao, is dinner ready? I'm starving," she called, eager to escape the lingering tension.
"Yes, young madam,"Uncle Zhao replied with a warm smile. "It will be served shortly."
Soon the maid called them for dinner.
Dinner time–
Shen Ning was too embarassed to look up at Qin Yuheng, who seem to be focus on his dinner.
She finished her dinner and went to the study.
When it was nearly 11o'clock, she finished her studies and went to the bedroom.
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"Come. It's getting late."
"I'll take a shower first." She said softly, picking up her nightgown as she headed to the bathroom.
When she returned, she climbed into bed and nestled against him, her arms slipping around his waist. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers.
Qin Yuheng set his laptop aside, switched off the bedside lamp, and gently drew the quilt over them, enveloping them in the comforting warmth of the night's embrace.
When Shen Ning was sleeping, she felt something exploring her body.
En? She opened her eyes and felt a hand roaming on her chest.
Shen Ning's eyes flew open, her breath catching as she grabbed his hand. "What… are you doing?" she asked, her voice had a mixture of shock and disbelief.
He leaned closer, his voice low and rough, carrying a hint of emotion that sent a shiver down her spine. "Wife…"
The meaning behind the single word struck her instantly. She immediately hugged his neck. "Husband, not today. I'm sleepy." She yawned, as if to prove him she was really sleepy.
"En. Go to sleep. I'll do the work." He pulled her closer to him.
"You—"
Before she could protest further, he gently untied the strings of her nightgown, his lips trailing a hot path along her chest. "Call me hubby," he breathed.
"Hubby," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
"Say it again," he urged, his gaze intense and dark, locking with hers the light.
"Hubby," she repeated, and the desire in his eyes grew even more intense.
Her docility seemed to fuel him further. He took her hand, guiding it into his boxers, leaving her startled yet utterly captivated by the intensity of his gaze.
!!!
A satisfied groan escaped from his lips.
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