NOVPUBChapter 484: 484, Affection, His Softness
Chapter 484: 484, Affection, His Softness
But this time, her voice didn’t continue. Shi Yuhuan, who was supposedly “deeply asleep”, suddenly turned around, his body pressing onto hers, and then he kissed her lips.
Shi Yuhuan’s kiss was particularly intense, sucking, gnawing, it was the kind of kiss that seemed as if he wanted to crush her.
Only when Song Qinghuan couldn’t catch her breath from the kiss, barely suffocating, did he let go of her bruised and swollen lips.
However, he moved his lips to the tender white skin on her neck. His kisses slid down to her collarbone, then to her small but full bosom, leaving a string of purplish red marks on her fair skin.
Shi Yuhuan was unusually kind this night. Song Qinghuan seemed to see a frailty in him. As he moved within her with force, she vaguely heard him muttering something with pursed lips.
The voice was too faint for her to hear clearly. What was he whispering in her ear? Apart from her own rapid, pain-ridden breaths, she couldn’t hear anything clearly.
Eventually, she was only able to make out a few sentences that he repeated several times.
He said, “Don’t leave me, don’t go…”
Song Qinghuan listened in the darkness, her heart softened into water. Cold tears had already slid down her cheeks. She reached out, tightly hugging him, very tightly…
Finally, he fell onto her, exhausted, and his breath eventually slowed. She too, emptied by him, fell into a deep sleep…
The next morning, Song Qinghuan woke up to find, surprisingly, that the sun was already high in the sky.
She looked around but didn’t see Shi Yuhuan. As she was getting ready to go out and look for him, Shi Yuhuan came in with a whole bag full of food.
“Good morning!” Song Qinghuan greeted him with a smile. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
His mood seemed quite good, and he also responded with a light smile: “Get up, let’s cook!”
With that, he strode into the kitchen, and she immediately followed.
The kitchen was especially small, not enough for two people, so Song Qinghuan tried to push Shi Yuhuan out, assuring him that she could handle it.
But Shi Yuhuan’s eyes flickered, his thin lips quirked up as he pushed her out first: “Let me cook for you.”
Song Qinghuan looked at him, recalling the delicious meals he made before, she unhesitatingly nodded, “Okay!”
Thus, Shi Yuhuan started cooking, while Song Qinghuan stood by and helped with washing and picking vegetables.
Sweet and sour fish, stir-fried beef, soup with pea sprouts – soon, three dishes were ready. They looked and tasted quite good.
Song Qinghuan picked up her chopsticks and began eating without pausing.
She smiled at him, her beautiful eyes forming crescents. Her smile was somewhat coquettish, “Shi Yuhuan, if you were to lose your job, you could be a chef. You’d surely be a selling point.”
Shi Yuhuan pinched her cheek: “Don’t call me Shi Yuhuan.”
“So, what should I call you, Han Yushi?” Song Qinghuan playfully read his name backward.
Shi Yuhuan didn’t say anything, he just gave a laugh, then continued eating.
Song Qinghuan felt that the atmosphere today was really good. Shi Yuhuan was so gentle it was intoxicating. How wonderful it would be if he was like this from the start.
Just as Song Qinghuan was thinking how it wasn’t in vain that she had decided to stay, the voice of Shi Yuhuan suddenly sounded faint and indifferent in her ear.
He said, “Song Qinghuan, once we get back, it will be time. We need to start preparing for the divorce.”
Her smile froze on her face. Almost at lost for words, she asked, “Why?”
