She actually dared to say he was incompetent right to his face.
And this wasn’t the first time.
“Do you really want to marry a husband who’s impotent?” Bo Xun reacted swiftly, grabbing her wrist as she raised her hand to strike him.
Yin Huan raised her other hand, but in an instant, both her wrists were caught by Bo Xun, who lifted her hands above her head.
“Huahuan, I might have to disappoint you. Your future husband is not only not impotent, but he’s also very capable.” Bo Xun lowered his head, pressing close to her fragrant shoulder.
“Hah, you’ve only held me for a few minutes, and you’re telling me you’re capable? Even if the hardware is good, if the software isn’t up to par, it’s still incompetence.”
“Do you have to provoke me right now?” Bo Xun’s thin lips almost brushed against her neck, his warm breath falling on her skin like a kiss.
“Fine, I won’t say anymore…” Yin Huan took the opportunity to back down. “It’s almost noon.”
“You’re so naughty. We were discussing serious matters—how can you change the subject?” Bo Xun took her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, slowly tracing the delicate curve of her ear.
Yin Huan stiffened, the tickling sensation from her ear spreading to her heart. With her hands restrained and unable to move, she tried to kick him, but her legs were pinned down by Bo Xun.
At that moment, she was like a fish on Bo Xun’s chopping block, completely at his mercy.
Yin Huan had never suffered such humiliation in her life.
She seethed with anger, but Bo Xun’s presence was overwhelming. His lips moved from her ear to her neck, his breath hot against her skin as his lips pressed down.
Yin Huan stared at the ceiling, unable to see the intense obsession and fervor in Bo Xun’s eyes.
He murmured hoarsely, “Huahuan, you smell so good~”
“Don’t go too far! We’re not married yet!” Yin Huan turned her head to avoid him.
But he pursued relentlessly.
“Does Huahuan mean that once we’re married, I can do whatever I want to you?” Bo Xun finally released her fair neck and lifted his head to meet her gaze.
Yin Huan’s face was flushed bright red.
Her ears were red, and the spot on her neck where he had kissed was also red.
So adorable!!!
“Get lost!” Yin Huan snapped angrily. “Bo Xun, just you wait! I’ll make you pay for this!”
“How are you going to make me pay? By kissing me back?” Bo Xun tilted his head, exposing his neck to her.
Ahhhh!
Yin Huan was furious!
This guy was definitely challenging her.
“So Huahuan likes it from the front.” Bo Xun lifted his head again. “Do you like the Adam’s apple?”
“Shameless, perverted, degenerate! Who the hell likes your Adam’s apple?” Yin Huan was seething.
Bo Xun’s prominent Adam’s apple was right in front of her. She opened her mouth and bit down hard.
“Ouch…”
Bo Xun winced in pain, burying his face in her shoulder with a heavy breath. “Mmm…”
Yin Huan actually bit him!
It hurt like hell.
Without even looking, he knew there would be teeth marks on his neck.
Yin Huan’s hands were finally free. She pushed against his shoulders. “Bo Xun, get off me.”
“Can’t. My neck hurts.”
“Serves you right!”
Bo Xun bit her shoulder in retaliation.
After biting her, he smirked and sat up. “It’s only polite to return the favor.”
Yin Huan also sat up, kneeling behind Bo Xun, and began clawing and tugging at his hair.
Bo Xun sighed helplessly, reaching back to press down on her thighs. “Do you like my hair that much? You’re going to pull it all out!”
The warm touch on her smooth thighs made Yin Huan freeze. Her fair fingers were tangled in Bo Xun’s dark hair.
With a firm tug of his hands, Yin Huan’s legs went weak, and she collapsed against his broad back.
Her breasts pressed against his back through the thin fabric of her clothes. Her hands slid down from his hair to rest on Bo Xun’s shoulders, then she hammered them with force, “You jerk!”
Bo Xun: “Hiss…”
“How come your shoulders are so hard…”
Yin Huan’s hands hurt.
Bo Xun turned around, grasped her wrists, and blew on her hands as if comforting a child, “Hubby will blow on them, and they won’t hurt anymore.”
They weren’t even married yet, and he was already calling himself “hubby.”
Yin Huan angrily pulled her hands away, stepped off the bed in her high heels, and walked out without looking back.
Just moments ago, Bo Xun had pinned her thighs, kissed her earlobe, and licked her neck—it felt as if his scent had taken over her entire body.
So annoying!
Bo Xun, you annoying ghost!
Bo Xun chased after her.
Inside the silver elevator, Bo Xun slightly lowered his head to meet her gaze. “Still angry? You little grump.”
Yin Huan bit her red lips and ignored him.
“When are we going to get the marriage certificate?” Bo Xun teased her. “Once we have it, you’ll be my wife!”
“I want to be a heartbreaker.”
“Huh?”
“Have the wedding without getting the certificate, so I can kick you to the curb anytime.”
“The Young Mistress is so ambitious. Even if I agreed, would your parents? Would they not want to see our marriage certificate? What about Grandpa?” Bo Xun didn’t mind.
Having the wedding first and then getting the certificate was fine too.
But to be absolutely sure, that certificate was a must.
With the certificate, their marriage would be protected by national law.
“Fine, we’ll get it—the day before the wedding.”
She absolutely wouldn’t give Bo Xun any chance to bully her earlier.
“Deal!” Bo Xun didn’t stand facing her anymore but moved to her side, unable to hide his inner joy, his lips curling into a wide grin.
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After they went out, Bo Xun took her to a restaurant for a meal, and afterward, they went to the wedding villa he had prepared.
As the car entered the villa, despite the sweltering summer heat, trees lined the surroundings. Inside, there was a lush green lawn, vibrant flowers, an open-air swimming pool, and a fountain at the entrance.
The villa’s exterior design was very modern, in blue and white, with red “double happiness” characters already pasted on the outer walls.
He really was proactive.
They got out of the car, and the busy servants in the villa stopped their tasks.
“Young Master, Young Mistress!”
Yin Huan shot Bo Xun a glare.
“Sooner or later, they might as well get used to it now.” Bo Xun strode inside. “You can tell your servants later that you can start moving your things here.”
The environment wasn’t bad—quite tranquil, beautiful, and spacious. The interior of the villa wasn’t decorated in the black, white, and gray style of Bo Xun’s apartment but in warmer tones.
It was to her liking.
Yin Huan looked up at the four-story crystal chandelier hanging down; the light fixture was quite beautiful too.
“Change your shoes, and I’ll show you around.” Bo Xun brought over a pair of women’s slippers, emphasizing, “They’re new, clean, not smelly, not dirty.”
Bo Xun crouched beside her, his gaze sweeping over her fair, tender legs. Remembering the feel of touching them earlier, his palms grew warm—he really wanted to touch them again.
He wanted to feel them once more.
But he had to restrain himself until after the wedding, when it would be rightful.
Yin Huan didn’t hesitate either, cooperatively taking off her shoes and slipping into the pair of pink bunny slippers.
Bo Xun changed into slippers too and then tried to hold Yin Huan’s hand.
Yin Huan directly swatted his hand away.
No holding hands.
Bo Xun’s eyes showed disappointment.
He would keep enduring!
After the wedding, he’d hold her hand slowly, never letting go of Yin Huan’s little hand, even taking her to the office with him.
Even after marriage, he still had to hold her hand while sleeping and entwine his legs with hers!
Yin Huan, walking ahead, sensed a resentful gaze from behind. Was he really that upset just because she wouldn’t let him hold her hand?
If she didn’t let him touch her after marriage, wouldn’t he get worked up in no time?
Well, that would just excite her.