“Ming Shu, what did you call me?”
“Husband!”
Lu Shiyu lowered his gaze, his eyes complex as he looked at her. His long, thick lashes were like the tranquil shadows of summer, accentuating his refined and delicate features.
Ming Shu pushed his hand away and effortlessly “climbed” onto him, her slender, fair legs tightly wrapped around his lean waist, her arms encircling his neck.
Lu Shiyu froze in place. In their three years of marriage, she had never been this affectionate before.
Smiling so sweetly at him and calling him “husband” in such a sugary tone.
His heart was pounding wildly, and the hand holding her waist tightened continuously.
No one understood better than him how soft Ming Shu’s waist was—such a soft, fragrant little treasure. He hadn’t held her all day.
The dark, fierce look in the man’s eyes slowly faded. He loosened his arms, his clear, deep phoenix eyes gazing calmly at her as he asked in a magnetic, even tone, “The doctor said you injured your foot. How dare you still run?”
Lu Shiyu placed her on the hospital bed, sat down on the sofa himself, and called for the doctor.
Doctor: “Miss Ming has sprained her foot. She’ll be fine after a week of rest. However, she has suffered a head injury and lost some of her memories. Currently, there’s no effective treatment for amnesia patients—they can only rely on themselves to recall things.”
Lu Shiyu: “Thank you.”
Doctor: “You’re welcome.”
Ming Shu sat on the bed, her bright and charming face tilted slightly, her soft lips pouting.
To her now, Lu Shiyu was a stranger. Why was he scolding her?
Although she had promised her mother to live well and not divorce, if Lu Shiyu had a bad temper, this marriage might not be sustainable. She wasn’t the kind of woman to endure everything meekly.
After seeing the doctor off, Lu Shiyu stood by the bed, looking down at Ming Shu. The impact of his top-tier, god-like looks instantly dazzled her. Her fair, delicate face flushed red as she watched his face slowly draw closer. Her lashes fluttered shyly before she finally closed her eyes.
But Lu Shiyu didn’t kiss her. Instead, he picked her up.
Ming Shu: ?
When a little fairy closes her eyes, it means she wants you to kiss her. Don’t you know that!
How annoying, so embarrassing!
She felt this wouldn’t do, so with a surge of boldness, she stretched her neck and planted a kiss on Lu Shiyu’s sexy, crimson lips.
Yahoo!
The lips countless women dreamed of kissing—she had effortlessly claimed them.
Don’t ask. If you do, it’s just the work of an ordinary little genius.
After kissing him, Ming Shu immediately buried her head in the man’s chest.
She clearly felt Lu Shiyu pause in his steps.
What now?
We’re an old married couple. Can’t I even kiss you?
Are you going to hit me or something?
Lu Shiyu only paused for a second before continuing to walk with her in his arms.
His eyes were filled with a wicked smile.
Usually, she was very shy and timid. No matter how much he coaxed her, whether in or out of bed, she refused to take the initiative to kiss him. She even called him a devil, a man-eating tiger, saying that if she kissed him first, he would surely devour her lips. This was very unfair to Lu Shiyu. Although he loved the feeling of kissing her, he wouldn’t actually devour her lips—how could he kiss her afterward if he did? At most, when she took the initiative to kiss him, he would kiss her a little more fiercely, but it wasn’t that fierce, right?
It’s not good that Ming Shu has lost her memory. Normally, he would have pinched her little face and earnestly taught her how to kiss, but he couldn’t do that now. Being too forward would scare her, and if she got frightened, she definitely wouldn’t take the initiative to kiss him.
After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Shiyu carried Ming Shu into the elevator.
He must work out regularly, as his arms were muscular and he walked steadily even while carrying someone.
Ming Shu nestled comfortably in his arms, feeling so cozy she could fall asleep.
Her fair, delicate face nuzzled against his chest.
Nuzzled…
Holy crap!
Ming Shu’s eyes widened in shock.
She had just nuzzled Lu Shiyu’s chest muscles!
Wow…
So a man’s chest muscles are springy, not hard.
Her charming, fair face flushed with a hint of a fangirl’s blush. She lifted her eyelids and quickly glanced at Lu Shiyu, catching only his sharp, clean jawline. Such an excellent jawline—definitely the makings of a handsome man.
Ming Shu buried her face in the man’s chest. Out of sight, out of mind—if she couldn’t see him, it meant he wasn’t angry.
They were an old married couple—what was wrong with a little nuzzle? Was it illegal?
Lu Shiyu’s eyes darkened. He licked the back of his teeth, and his sexy, crimson lips curved slightly. He hadn’t expected her to have such a mischievous side. If she had been this lively before losing her memory, maybe she wouldn’t have found his requests so excessive.
Garage.
When they reached the black Bentley, Lu Shiyu said calmly, “We’re here. Get down.”
Ming Shu glanced at their position and realized there was no way to sit in the car like this. So she loosened her legs and slid off him.
It was strange. She couldn’t remember who Lu Shiyu was at all, but she didn’t feel any aversion to being intimate with him. It was as if… as if they had embraced like this many times before, as if her muscles remembered it.
Ming Shu sat obediently in the car. Her skin was as fine and white as snow, and the knee-length pink skirt made her look delicate and tender. She rubbed her eyes, drowsily drifting off to sleep, her head nodding until it finally rested on Lu Shiyu’s shoulder.
The man cupped her face with his palm, adjusting her sleeping position. Then, his thumb gently stroked her rosy lips. Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. He didn’t pull away after a few kisses but kept his lips pressed against her soft, fragrant ones, occasionally nibbling her plump lower lip with a hint of longing. He couldn’t kiss his wife freely, nor could he wake her up, so the big puppy could only seek kisses in a restrained and subtle way.
The driver whispered a reminder, “Mr. Lu, we’re home.”
The originally spacious back seat, where Ming Shu and Lu Shiyu had been sitting apart, was now occupied by Lu Shiyu holding the sleeping Ming Shu.
Home already? Lu Shiyu rubbed his temples, his long lashes hiding the gloom in his eyes. So he had been kissing her the whole way—stealing kisses now and then, pressing his lips against hers, or gently sucking her soft, plump lower lip. Time hadn’t felt long at all, but if Ming Shu found out, she would surely react just as she had before losing her memory, calling him abnormal.
Lu Shiyu glanced at the driver.
The driver broke into a cold sweat. “I… I didn’t see anything.”
Lu Shiyu: “Mm.”
He didn’t wake Ming Shu and simply carried her home.
She only woke up when they reached the door after exiting the elevator.
She peeked her little head out from the man’s arms and chirped happily, “We’re home?”
Lu Shiyu: “Mm, we’re home.” The home you’ve always wanted to escape from.
He asked, “Do you still remember what the house looks like?”
Ming Shu shook her head.
She remembered everyone, except for Lu Shiyu and everything related to him.
Lu Shiyu smiled and said, “Most of the things in the house were added by me. If you like something, you can buy it back. If you don’t like something, you can throw it away.”
Ming Shu nodded.
She didn’t have high expectations. When men decorate houses, it’s either a nerd style or a tech style.
But when she walked in, she was stunned.
It was so cozy, so warm!
It was practically her dream home!
Okay, she felt full of anticipation for life.
Lu Shiyu asked, “Are you hungry?”
Ming Shu replied, “A little thirsty.”
Lu Shiyu opened the refrigerator and handed her a bottle of water. It was fine to drink cold water as long as it wasn’t her period.
Ming Shu thought for a moment. Since he had carried her all the way, she should offer him the water first.
“Husband, you drink first. Thank you for carrying me back.”
“Alright.”
After returning home, every corner of the house brought back sweet and happy memories for Lu Shiyu. At least he, one of the parties involved, was happy. But the other party had lost her memory, and he didn’t know when they could create new sweet and happy memories.
Unconsciously, he drank the entire bottle of water in one go.
Ming Shu stared in astonishment. She felt she should do something, so…
She clapped her hands enthusiastically and laughed, “You’re amazing! You can drink a whole bottle of water in one go!”
When you don’t know what to say, just praise someone!
Lu Shiyu choked immediately, “Cough, cough—”
He coughed violently twice, his thin lips glistening with a moist crimson, and even his collarbone turned slightly pink.
Ming Shu stared intently.
Damn!
What a perfect husband she had!
If she didn’t cherish him properly tonight, she’d be impotent!
Don’t ask her why she wasn’t reserved. When a woman wants something, she must get it!
Hmm…
Her ankle was sprained, and walking was already a hassle. It seemed she couldn’t pamper him.
How annoying!
Why give her a handsome and sexy husband but not a strong and healthy body?
What a pity.
Anyway, she absolutely refused to admit she was too timid to take the initiative.