NOVPUBChapter 308: 308, Recording (2)_1
Chapter 308: 308, Recording (2)_1
Quan Jingwu’s eyes shimmered with laughter as he held her tightly, whispering huskily, “Behave now, do you still want to drink wine?”
Jian Qing momentarily ceased her struggle, her gleaming eyes staring at him, “The one from just now?”
“Hmm.” He nodded, scooping her up and headed towards the sofa.
He sat down with her, reaching for the wine glass on the table. The remaining half glass of wine under the lights shimmered beautifully.
“Give it to me.” She tried to snatch the wine glass from his hand.
But he avoided her, lifting the glass higher so she couldn’t reach.
“Good girl, actually there are better ways to enjoy wine.”
Jian Qing turned to look at him, “Huh?”
“Like this.”
He took a sip of wine, then tilted his head slightly towards her.
The strong scent of the wine intoxicating both their hearts.
The wine glass slipped from his hand, hitting the wool carpet, making a dull sound.
“Thump——”
The night was deep, the bright moon hid behind the clouds, afraid to peek frivolously.
…
The next day
When Jian Qing woke up, her body was sore and limp, lacking energy even to lift her fingers.
“Morning.”
The man’s rich voice echoed, if one listened carefully, contained a hint of laughter.
Jian Qing paused her motion of rubbing her temples, lifted her eyes to see a man with an excessively handsome face.
His content expression stirred her memories of the fragmented events of the previous night.
She tries in vain to remember, but Jian Qing’s memories seemed to only include the moment she was drinking.
“My darling, can’t remember?”
He propped his head on one hand, anticipating her sleepy and confused expression.
Looking at herself draped in his shirt, Jian Qing realized there was nothing unclear about the situation.
She hid the look of embarrassment in her eyes, calmly replying, “Cough, whether I remember or not is unimportant, it’s getting late, time to get up.”
The man with ill-intentions made no move to contain himself, reaching for the phone on the bedside table.
“Darling, I have a surprise for you.”
Jian Qing watched him pick up the phone, a faint feeling of unease washing over her.
The next moment, a familiar voice echoed from the phone.
No, it was more than familiar.
“Darling, do you want to marry Quan Jingwu, huh?”
“Mmm…I do, I want to marry Xiaojing.”
“Nope, you should say husband!”
“…Husband.”
The devilishly charming voice from the phone was enough to make anyone melt. Jian Qing’s face turned bright red as she lunged towards Quan Jingwu, trying to snatch the phone from his hand.
“Quan Jingwu, you…”
Jian Qing was too exasperated to even finish her sentence.
Damn it, what the hell did she do last night?
Has the man gone mad?
He even recorded the entire thing.
“Hahaha!”
Quan Jingwu laughed out loud, still refusing to hand over the phone to her.
Jian Qing’s waist tingled with soreness. Finally managing to snatch the phone back, she fell back onto the bed.
The man acted first, pulling her into his arms, his big hand massaging her waist.
“Why the rush, is your waist not sore anymore?”
Jian Qing glared at him fiercely, hurriedly unlocking his phone, and deleting those recordings.
After double-checking that there were no other recordings on the phone, Jian Qing threw it aside, and turned to the man beside her, ready to settle the score.
“Quan Jingwu, who allowed you to record it? Are you asking for a beating?”
She jabbed his arm with her finger, interrogating in annoyance.
He smirked and dipped his head to place a light kiss on her lips.
“I don’t need a beating, I need you.”
Oh boy, a cheesy pick-up line first thing in the morning.
Jian Qing hmphed, pushing his face away.
“Not falling for that, it won’t work.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to relive it?” He squinted his eyes dangerously, and said with a laugh.
“Hey, hey, hold on…”
Jian Qing quickly grabbed his hand, fearing that if they relived last night, her old waist would surely break.
This man became a beast ever since he had a taste of it.
Just randomly trying things out almost killed her half the time.
There’s no need for any “revisiting”.
“What time is it now?” She changed the topic.
Quan Jingwu took a look at his phone, casually replying, “Ten o’clock.”
“What?” Jian Qing swiftly sat up, wincing from the soreness in her body.
Quan Jingwu moved swiftly as well, pulling her into his embrace.
“Stop fussing about, it’s just ten o’clock.”
Jian Qing gave him a side glance, “…”
Considering they were currently residing in the Manor, and it was already ten, and both of them hadn’t left their room, how would the elderly people downstairs think of them?
This was utterly mortifying.
“Carry me to the bathroom.” She rested her hand on his chest, ordering nonchalantly.
If there’s a free moving seat available, why not use it?
“As you wish, wifey!”
Upon hearing his playful remark, Jian Qing burst out laughing.
The man was bare-chested, with only a pair of pajama pants on. He lifted the blanket, carrying her stride towards the bathroom.
He placed her on the vanity counter. After Quan Jingwu squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush, Jian Qing reached over and began leisurely brushing her teeth.
Brushing their teeth, face to face, was a first for them.
As Jian Qing squinted her eyes to watch him brush his teeth, she fell into a trance.
People who were good-looking were attractive no matter what they were doing.
“Do I look good?”
Quan Jingwu caught her staring, and laughed.
“Yes, of course.” She didn’t hesitate and replied honestly.
“Then look more.” He responded.
The two shared a moment of laughter, filling the air with an enchanting sweetness.
After finishing their morning routine and dressing up, it was almost eleven when they descended the stairs.
To their surprise, Grandpa was nowhere to be seen.
“You two sure slept in late, didn’t you?”
Bai Jue was sitting on the sofa and, on spotting the couple come downstairs, a teasing grin danced on his face.
By the looks of their radiant faces, it was clear what kind of ‘naughty things’ they had done last night.
“None of your business.” Jian Qing retorted.
