Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Su Yue’s hands were cold, clammy, and sweaty.

The man behind her was motionless. She didn’t dare to move nor to turn her head.

“I’m going to sleep, goodnight.”

Suddenly, Jiao Chen flung the blanket away.

“Jiaojiao.” Su Yue garnered all her courage and tightly embraced Jiao Chen.

Su Yue sensed that Jiao Chen froze on the spot.

Her heart was thumping violently against her chest. With every ounce of determination, she shut her eyes and blurted, “Jiaojiao, let’s be together and get married.”

How embarrassing!

How could she, a girl, propose to a man?

“Susu.”

Su Yue only heard his hoarse voice calling her, but in the next moment, he had sealed her lips with his.

She closed her eyes and was too embarrassed to look at him.

She placed her hands stiffly on his back, unsure of what to do.

Her body was slightly trembling.

The man was kissing her passionately and fiercely, but Su Yue could still feel his gentleness.

Although she wasn’t looking forward to being intimate with him, she wasn’t entirely against the idea.

They lived together for four years and under the same roof.

He had used his life to save her, and he risked losing it. She spent countless nights taking care of him, and that warranted that they should be very intimate and close.

It was normal for them to be kissing…

Jiao Chen’s hands caressed Su Yue’s back as his kisses traveled to her neck.

His breathing became hurried and deeper.

Su Yue was trying to hold her breath as she kept her eyes closed all this time.

She could feel a part of Jiao Chen’s body changing, and she bit her lips.

“Susu,” Jiao Chen called Su Yue’s name in a gentle tone.

Su Yue didn’t reply. Instead, she moved her hands from his back to his neck.

The moment her soft hands touched Jiao Chen’s skin, he felt as though he was about to explode.

His kisses intensified.

‘Jiao, your cranial nerves are being compressed, and they are slowly dying.’

‘The success rate of the surgery is less than five percent…’

Jiao Chen halted, and then he raised his head. He gazed at Su Yue with red and glistening eyes.

Su Yue’s eyelids fluttered as she gazed back at the man.

Her heart tightened when she saw his face.

Jiao Chen’s face was glazed with perspiration, but his face was sickly pale.

“Jiaojiao.” She stretched her hand to wipe off the perspiration on his forehead.

Jiao Chen moved his head to avoid her touch. “I’ll go take a shower. You sleep first.”

He muttered that in his deep voice, but it sounded like it was quivering. He was obviously trying to suppress something deep within him.

He hastily left.

Su Yue blankly stared at Jiao Chen, who soon vanished out of sight.

After he had closed the door, she was soon jolted back to her senses.

She retracted her gaze and slowly raised her head. Her heartbeat gradually went back to normal.

She heaved a sigh of relief… rather unconsciously.

Why?

Su Yue realized that she was relieved when Jiaojiao didn’t carry on. But why would she feel relieved?

She recalled how Jiao Chen looked and a pang of pain stabbed her heart.

But why did he always distanced himself from her?

She could feel his love for her—but why?

He was still recuperating for the first two years when they were abroad. But now… why was he still so cold towards her?