My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 684 - 602 Another Way to Eat Cake

"Hubby, your embarrassing old video got leaked."

Lu Qing responded with a calm "Hmm."

Qin Miaomiao asked curiously, "Aren’t you the least bit curious about who did it?"

"One of the four."

"You’re not planning any revenge, are you?"

"No."

"Oh good."

Qin Miaomiao let out a sigh of relief. See? Her husband wasn’t the petty type!

"But... they’re banned from stepping foot in our house for a month."

"Huh?"

"Eating my food, drinking my drinks, enjoying the entertainnt, and then daring to leak an embarrassing video of ? Ha, they’ve definitely earned getting shut out!"

Qin Miaomiao: .....

Big-hearted, my foot. So this is what they an by a ’domineering CEO’? Illusions shattered!

"Actually...."

"Actually, didn’t you tip Ninth Uncle off, so he didn’t fall for it? Right?"

Lu Qing suddenly brought it up, making Qin Miaomiao imdiately nervous.

"Well, I...."

"I won’t hold it against you this ti."

"Hubby, you’re the best!"

But Lu Qing switched his tone and said, "That said, minor punishnt as a warning is still necessary. So, tell —ten massages, or... repay with your body?"

Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes helplessly. Look at this guy, using the sa old tricks over and over again. Couldn’t he be a bit more creative? Seriously?

"Hubby, you’ve been playing the sa card for months now. How about spicing it up?"

"Alright, there’s still a plate of desserts downstairs."

Qin Miaomiao’s eyes lit up with yearning. "Really?"

Trying to keep her figure in check and avoid overeating, especially during pregnancy, had been such a struggle for her.

"Do you want it?"

"I do."

"I specifically had soone fetch it from that shop across town; it’s supposed to be really good. You can have it."

Qin Miaomiao looked at him warily. "What’s the catch?"

"Just one condition. Ever heard of human sushi? How about a human cake?"

Qin Miaomiao: .....

I can’t even begin to describe how much I want to curse right now.

She huffed and said, "Are you suggesting saring cake on your chest for to eat? I’m not doing it, not a chance!"

Lu Qing, however, got more interested, hooking her chin with one hand, his gaze turning downright wicked:

"Actually, I have a comparison to make. Want to hear it?"

Qin Miaomiao imdiately covered her ears. "Not listening, not listening! You’re the king of wicked ideas—there’s always sothing worse!"

"Co on, hear out."

"No!"

"Alright, here’s the thing: if you admit to your sneaky little tip-off to Ninth Uncle, I won’t hold it against you. And I’ll also ease up about your spicy food cravings from now on."

"Really?"

"Truer than pearls."

"So, what’s the flip side?"

Lu Qing leaned close to her ear and whispered the next sentence:

"I’ll sar the cake on your chest... and abdon, then lick it off piece by piece."

Holy crap! The way he said that single sentence, dripping with desire, sent waves of heat through her body, as if she was about to catch fire herself.

"Hubby, it’s a waste for you not to be a voice actor, especially for those steamy late-night shows. With your voice, any female listener would imdiately...."

"Really? This magnetic voice is exclusively yours. You’re so lucky. Now, I’ll go grab the cake. Babe, wait for ."

In the re ten minutes it took him to head downstairs, Qin Miaomiao pondered a very serious question.

When did she and Lu Qing start living a life that resembled an adult film?

What happened to the wholeso, pure love story they were supposed to have?