【What is your wish?
My wish is that in the morning mist, you are there to breathe with me, and at sunset, you are there to watch the clouds with me.
What is your wish?
My wish is to never let your deep affection down.】
Mu Jiujiu emerged from the bathroom.
Barefoot, bare-bodied.
The motion-sensor floor light at the bathroom door cast its glow from bottom to top over her boldly alluring figure.
Her skin, fairer than frost and whiter than snow, gleamed under the dim floor light like a freshly peeled egg—pale, tender, as if it might glow on its own.
Above a pair of long, shapely legs, her slender waist and full hips seemed like a showcase of Nüwa’s finest craftsmanship, tempting at every turn.
The only thing covering her body was a cascade of jet-black, lustrous hair that fell like a waterfall to her waist.
Her just-dried hair lay soft and loose, draping over her back, shoulders, and chest, rising and falling in waves with each step she took.
Where it was dark, it gleamed.
Where it was pale, it caught the eye.
Mu Jiujiu’s destination was the large bed at the center of the bedroom.
At that moment, on the right side of the bed, a man lay flat on his back, fast asleep.
When the floor light went out, Mu Jiujiu hopped lightly onto the bed, lifted the blanket off the man, and lay down on his left side.
Turning over, she skillfully wrapped her arms around his solid arm and rested her chin on his shoulder.
The night returned to silence.
A soft blue nightlight, slightly brighter than moonlight, glowed steadily in the room.
In the halo of the nightlight, Mu Jiujiu breathed shallowly, gazing up at the man with her big, fox-like eyes, clear and bright. Her pupils seemed to hold a handful of stars scattered within, shimmering with fine light—light filled with reverence and adoration.
This handsome face—she had been looking at it for five days straight, many, many times a day, and still she couldn’t help but marvel at the wonder of creation.
Her husband was truly gorgeous!
A full forehead, long sword-like brows, a high straight nose bridge, refined lips, and bone structure so superior it was beyond reproach.
Even lying there with his eyes closed, he was noble and elegant, like a banished immortal.
Mu Jiujiu had never seen anyone so outstanding in real life. She had originally thought that such a handsome man could only exist in comics.
No—even her favorite male lead from her comics wasn’t as perfect as him.
Mortal hands could never rival the divine brush of heaven!
That was why her gaze couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
Although the man always carried an icy, keep-your-distance aura, Mu Jiujiu didn’t notice it at all.
Not only did she not notice, she had zero self-awareness.
She affectionately hugged his sturdy arm, pressing her entire body against him, causing Chu Yanxiu, who was “asleep,” to catch his breath.
He had never known a woman could be so soft. The strange sensation was enough to drive a man mad.
What’s more, the woman’s body, which had been cool at first, soon seemed to ignite with little sparks, slowly simmering and searing him. As time passed, it built into an unquenchable, blazing fire.
Chu Yanxiu didn’t want to “wake up”!
But his body was already beyond his control, and his breathing grew heavier by the second.
At that moment, his right hand clenched into a fist, his short nails digging hard into his flesh. The man who had never believed in gods began to pray desperately: Let this shameless crazy woman fall asleep already!
In a daze, Mu Jiujiu thought she saw the man’s brow furrow slightly.
Her breath hitched. She slowly propped herself up a little, leaning her head closer to confirm whether she had seen it wrong.
Chu Yanxiu only felt the flames on his arm creeping toward his chest, threatening to burn through his ribs and straight into his heart.
The woman’s legs pressed tightly against him, assaulting his pride in his own endurance. Especially her body, fresh from a hot bath, fragrant and alluring even without looking or touching.
Damn it!
Enough!
Chu Yanxiu practically sprang off the bed. He lunged at Mu Jiujiu, pressing both hands on her rounded shoulders, and pinned her beneath him with lightning speed.
Damn it all.
Five days of restraint, and it was broken!
Chu Yanxiu held Mu Jiujiu firmly beneath him, silent.
Backlit by the cold blue nightlight, the shadows carved his features like a three-dimensional sculpture. His narrow, phoenix-like eyes were as sharp and chilling as blades, piercing through the dark night straight at Mu Jiujiu, radiating a clear and terrifying gloom and destruction.
Sure enough, Mu Jiujiu began to tremble under Chu Yanxiu’s death glare.
Hah, scared now?
Too late!
Chu Yanxiu looked down at the woman beneath him, his thin, blade-like lips slowly parting. Before he could make a sound, Mu Jiujiu threw her arms around his neck.
His voice, delayed by half a second, was drowned out by Mu Jiujiu’s excited exclamation: “Husband, you’re awake!”
“Aunt Yao said Jiujiu’s birth chart attracts good fortune and can bring you luck. It turns out she was right—Jiujiu is amazing!”
Before Chu Yanxiu could react, Mu Jiujiu pressed against him again. The sound of his sleep pants tearing forced the veins on his forehead to bulge.
He shoved the woman’s shoulders down hard. As she fell, the dazzling joy on her face actually made him lose his focus for a moment.
Her smile revealed two adorable little dimples, and her tone of concern didn’t seem feigned: “Honey, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Jiujiu will go call the doctor. Mother-in-law said that if you woke up, I should notify her at the first…”
Those few calls of “honey” nearly sent Chu Yanxiu to his grave on the spot: “Shut up!”
At the sharp rebuke, Mu Jiujiu instinctively shrank her neck, then pressed her rosy lips tightly together under Chu Yanxiu’s stern gaze.
“Let go!”
Chu Yanxiu gestured with his chin toward Mu Jiujiu’s arms wrapped around his neck.
Mu Jiujiu quickly released her grip, and her body suddenly fell onto the bed.
Though the lighting was dim, a sliver of pale moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting its glow directly onto the bed.
So much so that Chu Yanxiu could clearly see how eye-catching and alluring Mu Jiujiu was as she tumbled from his embrace.
Bright black, dazzling white—the colors were excessively vivid, yet distinctly separated, the visual impact so powerful that even if Chu Yanxiu wished to remain as composed as a meditating monk, his body, under the explosion of his dilated pupils, surrendered in defeat against his will.
At this moment, Chu Yanxiu wished he could bite this woman, who was recklessly colliding into his vision, into pieces, punishing her for so effortlessly destroying the rationality he prided himself on!
He hadn’t expected that waking up would only intensify the torment rather than ease it.
However, he was the only one losing control. The culprit before him showed not a trace of desire, gazing at him with clear, bright eyes like an innocent, naive little rabbit.
Hmph~
Chu Yanxiu ground his molars, his voice sounding as if it came from the depths of hell—cold and sinister: “You like sleeping naked that much?”
Hearing this, Mu Jiujiu shook her head in panic, but after shaking it, she froze for a moment, then nodded, and then shook her head again.
Still shaking!
Chu Yanxiu pressed down on her shoulders, holding her still, and gritted his teeth: “Speak!”
(^_-)
Congratulations on boarding the ride, princess. Please repeat after me: This is a sweet romance, a sweet romance. The current arrogance and prejudice are all because the male lead has a hole in his head—it will be filled in soon, and he’ll be extremely, extremely doting. Love me, add this to your bookshelf. Wishing the princess wealth, beauty, and a blooming love life, cherished morning and night
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