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Chapter 715 - Call Me Husband

His thumb caressed her cheek, causing a tentative smile to lift the corner of her lips. Seeing that he still didn’t speak, her smile fell.

"Are you still angry at me?" she asked.

"A bit." Honesty was the best policy.

She pouted, making her look so adorable that he almost leaned forward to kiss her. Almost. His remaining bad temper restrained him from giving in to her so soon.

"Let’s not fight anymore. Okay?" Her eyes implored him. "When you left the bed, I couldn’t sleep. I want you beside me. No, I need you beside me. Please, darling."

Instead of answering her plea, he touched her breast underneath her satin kimono sleeping robe with his other hand. His touch was light and gentle, making sure that it wouldn’t hurt her. He traced the outline of one breast before moving to the other one. He didn’t miss the spike in her breathing and the dilation of her pupils. His baby girl was becoming aroused.

"Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head before pausing. "But it hurt when you sucked me hard earlier."

He leaned forward and gathered her in his arms. A soft sigh escaped her lips when he nuzzled her neck. She bent her head to the side to give him more access.

"My poor baby girl," he murmured. Then he licked her fragrant neck, smelling of delicate lavender (new Orchidia Beauty body wash scent, soon to be released).

It made her moan and melt in his embrace.

"Sorry for hurting you," he said while continuing to make her gradually hot and bothered with his soft caresses and gentle kisses.

She pulled his head for a deep kiss, their mouths fastened together, and their tongues entwined in a sensual dance. It was her answer to his apology. There was no need for words.

They kissed some more before their glistening mouths separated. Their mutual desire reflected in each other’s eyes. If only their energies could keep up. Unfortunately, both were too exhausted to do anything more than kissing and touching.

Jin Liwei patted her butt and gave it a light squeeze. "Come on. Let’s go back to bed and sleep."

"Really? You’re coming back to bed with me?"

Her face broke into a bright smile, almost blinding him with her beauty. No matter how many times he saw it, he always felt the same way—like a man whose heart had been pierced by the arrow of love...again and again towards the same woman. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you’re not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It’s very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! -Arria Cross]

"En."

"You’re not angry at me anymore?"

"Still a bit."

Once again, her smile disappeared. "Still? Why?"

He tilted her head up by the chin so that they were looking at each other straight in the eyes. His expression looked dangerous. "Don’t think that I’ll let it slide when you yell at me and kick me out of our bedroom like that just because I love you."

She gave him another contrite expression. He caught her lower lip and bit it. She yelped and threw him an accusing look.

"That’s payback for biting me earlier. Your bite was harder than mine, you know, so don’t look at me like I killed your puppy."

"I don’t have a puppy."

He chuckled, and then bumped the tip of their noses. "I know."

"You paid me back for biting you. Do you also want payback for yelling at you and kicking you out of our room?"

"Of course."

She pouted. "You want to...to yell at me and kick me out of our room, too?" There was resignation in her eyes. "Fine. If that makes you feel better, g-go ahead and...yell at me. Then kick me out. You go sleep on the bed and I...I’ll sleep here on the couch instead or maybe I’ll sleep in the cat room. That fair enough for you?"

His mouth twitched. He pressed his lips together to prevent the laughter from escaping. His baby girl looked so serious and cute at the same time that he wasn’t willing to hurt or embarrass her by laughing. He was only trying hard not to laugh, hence he wasn’t speaking.

However, she probably thought that the reason why he wasn’t talking was because he was still upset with her. He could read it as clear as day on her face. Amusement filled him.

Yelling at her and kicking her out of the room as payback never entered his mind in the first place. He could only wonder at how her mind worked for her to arrive to that kind of conclusion. It seemed that his baby girl still thought of him as an asshole in the back of her mind.

Well, then. He wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Mischief twinkled in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up with a hard expression.

He held up two fingers for her to see. "Two things. Do two things for me and I’ll let you off. I won’t yell at you or kick you out like you did to me."

She didn’t even think. "Okay!"

"First."

She leaned forward, attentive to what he was about to say, and ready to give him whatever he requested to the best of her ability. The idea of him yelling at her and kicking her out of their room depressed her, making her guilty again for doing it to him.

"What is it? Tell me," she said, eager.

"Call me husband."