Lu Moqing smoothly stretched his arm out and steadied her from behind. His hand, which had been holding her ankle, suddenly let go, and then both his hands wrapped around her body and the two of them fell back onto the big bed behind them.
He lightly raised his long legs, placing them on top of Qiao Xu’s legs.
"Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable? Let your husband help you rub it."
As he spoke, his large hand covered her lower abdon, gently rubbing it twice before Qiao Xu slapped it away.
After voicing their concerns, Lu Moqing felt a lot lighter after suppressing the feelings he had held onto all day.
He held Qiao Xu close in his arms and rembered the sight of her standing next to Shen Zeheng, laughing and chatting as they entered the First Hospital. His heart couldn’t help but sting again.
"When I passed by the entrance of First Hospital today, I saw you with Shen Zeheng, talking and laughing. You didn’t even reply to my ssages..."
His tone was so sour that it was as if he was drinking vinegar from a vat.
Hearing him say this, Qiao Xu couldn’t help but recall when she received a WeChat ssage from Lu Moqing while sitting in the cafe with Shen Zeheng, asking where she was. She hadn’t replied to him at the ti because she was angry.
Now, listening to his sour tone, she realized that he must have concocted a drama from his imagination that involved his wife having an affair.
Qiao Xu grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him, "Get lost!"
"I won’t!"
Not only did he not roll away, but he also shalessly moved even closer to Qiao Xu, bending down to kiss her cheek, saying:
"Even if you’re annoyed by , I won’t leave. I’ll always be by your side."
Qiao Xu was no longer angry at him, and she felt a little guilty thinking about how he had been worried because of her words back then.
Turning her head to look at his handso face lying next to her, she rembered being drawn in by it from the very first glance and gradually becoming deeply captivated, unable to escape.
As she looked at him, her gaze beca sowhat absent-minded, and she couldn’t help but recall the stunningly beautiful little brother at the swimming pool with his cold jokes that cheered her up, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.
She impulsively raised her hand to touch his distinct facial contours. Compared to the childishness of his youth, his face now bore a trace of maturity and wisdom after being tempered by ti.
Seeing that his wife was taking the initiative to be close to him, Lu Moqing very tactfully brought his face closer, making it easier for her to touch him.
Suddenly, she rolled over and lay on top of him, bending down to kiss his lips spontaneously and called out, "Little Brother."
As his wife unexpectedly beca so proactive, Lu Moqing’s heart raced, his mouth dry and restless from being called "Little Brother".
He wrapped his arms around the soft, arrogant body lying on top of him, lowered his voice, and replied, "Hmm?"
Listening to his pretense of calmness, when in reality his entire body was becoming restless, Qiao Xu couldn’t help but hook her lips.
"Actually, your jokes aren’t that cold, they’re quite funny."
She looked at him with a smile and blurted out a sentence that seed to co out of nowhere.
"Especially when you tell cold jokes with a straight face, it’s especially hilarious."
Qiao Xu added another sentence with a smiling face.
Seeing his wife’s teasing smile in her eyes and combining it with the words "Little Brother", Lu Moqing suddenly understood what she was talking about.
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