NOVPUBChapter 275: 275, Why doesn’t he go to heaven (5) _1
Chapter 275: 275, Why doesn’t he go to heaven (5) _1
After washing up, Jian Qing still moved awkwardly, and when she opened the wardrobe to reach for the items inside, she instantly fell silent in embarrassment.
Can someone tell her what on earth this is?
The familiar color, the pattern…
Isn’t it the bedsheet that was spread out on the bed last night?
She abruptly turned to look at the bed again to find that the sheet had been changed, it wasn’t the original one anymore.
She vaguely remembered that he had changed the bedsheet after helping her wash up last night.
She pulled out the sheet, the muscles at the corner of her eyes twitching somewhat. The vivid red rose on the silver-purple sheet was particularly striking.
This… folded like a tofu block and stored in the wardrobe… The man wouldn’t actually be planning to keep it as a souvenir, would he?
Thinking of this possibility, Jian Qing was utterly flustered.
Just in time, the culprit returned.
“Xiaojing, would you care to explain what you intend to do with this?” Jian Qing closed the wardrobe door, holding the bedsheet, smiling yet not smiling as she looked at him.
“Keep it as a souvenir.” Quan Jingwu glanced at the sheet in her hand and responded as a matter of course.
Jian Qing was aching, “…”
What on earth is this all about?
Who keeps something like this as a memento?
“No way, hurry up and wash it.” She growled through gritted teeth.
If this gets out, won’t she be ridiculed to death?
On this matter, Jingwu was absolutely unyielding.
He walked over in large strides, snatching the sheet from her hands, tossing it onto the bed, then lifted her into his arms.
“Let’s go. Time to eat.”
“Don’t change the subject.” Jian Qing fluttered about in his arms, but lacked the strength to resist.
“Behave, this holds great sentimental value; I have to keep it.” Quan Jingwu paused in his steps, gazing down at the person in his arms, the softness and sweetness in his eyes enough to drown someone in them.
She was a bit dumbfounded. As the realisation hit her, her cheeks flushed slightly warm, and she lowered her head to avoid his burning gaze.
“During free times, we can take it out to admire it properly. What do you think?” In less than three seconds, Jingwu was up to his teasing tricks again, his charm off the charts.
Jian Qing’s dough-like eyes showed a touch of annoyance, her fist ungraciously colliding with his shoulder. “Get lost!”
Damn it.
He is one rascally bastard.
Successfully distracting her attention, the two walked down to the first floor of the yacht where the food was already set out on the table.
“How am I supposed to eat like this?” Quan Jingwu sat down on the sofa, his strong arm still firmly encircling her.
Jian Qing sat on his lap, her eyes riveted to the dishes on the table.
Her empty stomach instantly growled, a magnetic chuckle resounding in her ear.
“What’s so funny?” She glared at him and scowled.
If it wasn’t for him, would she be in such a state?
Her gaze shifted and she pointed at the Seafood Porridge on the table, “Little Jingzi, hurry up and bring the porridge to your lady.”
Messing around made Missy quite happy.
“What did you just call me?” Quan Jingwu hooked up her chin, his purple eyes narrowing dangerously, sending signals of danger.
Jian Qing dared to provoke with a smile, “Little Jingzi, no…”
Before she could even finish saying the word “good”, she was silenced by his insistent lips. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Bullying her early in the morning, such injustice.
“Xiaojing.”
Jian Qing tried to push his chest away, but he did not budge. Her hands were firmly imprisoned by his, rendering her motionless.
“Dare to do it again?” He released her, his forehead resting against hers, his smoky voice tainted with temptation.
Jian Qing snorted lightly, giving a twist to his arm.
How the hell… With this threatening tone, could she nod?
Seeing this, Quan Jingwu curved his lips in satisfaction, his fingertips stroking her cheeks, “Be good, call me hubby!”
Jian Qing, “…”
Is he pushing his luck?
Just as she was about to lose her temper, his deep voice ululated in her ears again.
“Sweetie, do you want to go back to the room?”
This was a threat, definitely a threat.
Why doesn’t he just ascend to heaven?
“…”
Jian Qing perceived the shift in his aura and felt flustered.
“You bastard!”
“Hm?” He responded with a teasing smile, his slightly upturned tone quite enticing.
Jian Qing couldn’t help but mutter under her breath: goddamn rogue.
Once she regained her strength, she would definitely make him realize why the flower was so red.
“…Hubby!”
A whisper of assent, almost inaudible, struck Quan Jingwu deep at heart.
His lips parted into a smile as a soft chuckle escaped his chest, with Jian Qing ruthlessly clutching his collar.
She gave it a tug, then a twist.
With one forceful yank, the collar of the loose robe accidentally got pulled low. She mentally grimaced.
“Sweetie, I never thought you would be so impatient!” He looked down at her, a playful smile on his face.
Jian Qing coughed lightly, hastily pulling his collar back up.
“My hand slipped!”
He let out a stifled snicker, deciding not to tease her anymore.
If he upset the wife, he would be the one to suffer.
