Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Su Yue wasn’t stupid. A blush crept onto her ears and neck. “I’m going outside.”

She hurriedly walked to the sofa.

After she sat down, she picked up the remote and turned on the television.

The living room was instantly filled with the sounds from the television. Although she was in no mood to watch anything, it made things less awkward.

“Yueyue.” Ming Ansheng walked over and sat down beside her.

He looked at her from head to toe.

Then he smiled gently. “Why are you nervous?”

Su Yue pressed her lips and denied, “I’m not.”

“You don’t miss me?” Ming Ansheng inched closer to her.

“I do…” Su Yue casually replied before she came to her senses. She hurriedly shook her head and added, “… not.”

She was nervous and shy, and she looked too cute. He wanted to swallow her up.

Ming Ansheng stared at her, and it made his heart beat wildly. He grabbed her intertwined hands.

It startled Su Yue. She instinctively broke out of his grasp and asked, “Uncle Ming, what are you doing?”

Ming Ansheng didn’t mind her doing that. He scooted closer and said, “Yueyue, I just want to hug you. I won’t touch you.”

He stretched out his arms again and proceeded to hug her.

She was soft and smelled good. He missed her so much.

So many times he tossed and turned all night, wishing he could see her. It was worse than death.

Su Yue frowned. “Aren’t you touching me if we hug?”

What warped logic was that?

Ming Ansheng smiled foolishly. “Just one hug. I won’t touch you.”

Su Yue rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t believe you.”

This lie only worked on three-year-old girls.

Actually, it wouldn’t even work on Xiaojiao.

But she didn’t resist this time. She looked back at the television.

The corner of her lips curled upwards, and the skin around her eyes crinkled as she smiled. She pressed her lips to try to not make it too obvious.

“You bewitching woman.” Ming Ansheng saw the tinge of a smile on her face and tightened his hold on her. He dipped his head and bit her neck and forcefully sucked.

It was ticklish, so Su Yue retracted her neck.

She wanted to push him away, but her arms seemed numb, she didn’t have the strength to move them.

Ming Ansheng hugged her tightly and his kiss of punishment had turned into a passionate and intense one.

“Yueyue…”

His breathing became hurried and deeper.

Su Yue started breathing heavily as well, and she tilted her head upwards to hug him back.

She couldn’t help it.

…

“Yueyue… I miss you so much. I really miss you.”

The man sincerely said as they lay on the soft sofa.

Su Yue was resting her head on his broad and muscular shoulders. She closed her eyes and she was smiling blissfully.

His words reached her ears, and she murmured a soft reply.

“I’ll carry you to the shower.”

After resting for a while, Ming Ansheng draped his shirt over his shoulder and bent over to carry Su Yue.

Su Yue pushed him away and shook her head lethargically. “No, I’m dead beat.”

Ming Ansheng gloomily raised his eyebrow.

In the past, she wasn’t satisfied although they did it until daybreak. She looked down on him a couple of times and it made him feel so inferior.

And he even went to drink the disgusting… soft-shelled turtle soup. It almost disgusted him to the brink of death.

That was only four years ago. She was only twenty-three now. Why did her stamina decrease so much?

The past four years did she and Jiao Chen…