50 Are You Trying to Murder Your Husband? (2/2)
As for this one, he suddenly got married too.
Chi Rui'er found it funnier the more she thought of it. She had nothing at all in the end.
She found her words stuck in her throat. Finally, she was able to mouth two words, ”That's fine.”
Jin Qingyan accompanied her until a full bottle of intravenous drip had been used up. Seeing that it was rather late already, he told her, ”I'll get the helper to accompany you while you have this second bottle of drip, you can sleep peacefully now. After the bottle is used up, I'll get her to remove the needle for you.”
”Will you be here tomorrow?”
”I'll come over.”
Chi Rui'er could finally reply cheerfully, ”Okay. I'll wait for you, hurry back then.”
Jin Qingyan went forward to cover her with a blanket properly and dimmed the lights. He then got up and instructed the helpers to take care of her.
When he arrived home, An Xiaoning was already fast asleep.
After moving close to her warm figure, Jin Qingyan did not want to wake her so he slept quietly.
In the morning, when An Xiaoning woke up, he hugged her from behind. From his ears, he could hear the sound of her faint and regular breathing.
She pushed his hands away but her body was immediately pulled into his arms again and was not allowed to move an inch.
”I want to get out of bed.”
”You haven't asked me if I agree to it.”
”Hmph,” she snorted softly. ”I still have to get your permission to get out of bed?”
”Other times, no, but now, yes.” He turned over her body and her eyes met his — they were crinkled up in a grin. She had yet to see them clearly and was suddenly overwhelmed by his warm breath, which made the whole of An Xiaoning's face numb.
Her head remained whirling because of the gentle treatment she was receiving. Her lips did not belong to her anymore. It was not a reckless and domineering conquest but the gentle pampering of a baby.
His legs slowly tangled up with hers, and his body gradually lost control.
Between the two of them, An Xiaoning was always in the inferior position.
When he changed and got out of bed, he said, ”Come and do my tie for me.”
”I don't know how to,” An Xiaoning confessed honestly. ”I really don't know.”
”If you don't know, then learn,” he said in a soft tone. ”I'll teach you.”
An Xiaoning went forward and held onto the tie. His hand was on hers, going over the moves. However, she used too much strength at the end and almost strangled him to death.
”Ahem ahem ahem…” Jin Qingyan's internal organs were about to bleed out. ”Are you trying to murder your husband?”
”Sorry, my hand slipped — used too much strength — I'll take note next time.”
He did it properly himself and went to wash up.
The two had the rare chance of brushing their teeth together. Doing the same action in the mirror and even having the same expression on, this scene oddly gave her an urge to laugh.
”A constipated look,” he mumbled as he rinsed his mouth.
”That's because I was looking at you.”
”…”
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