His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1428 - 403: Family Education Is Very Important (Part 3)
Love makes people blind!
Marriage makes people stable!
Mu Yichen and Qin Mu are the latter.
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The October rain is growing colder. The woman sleeping with her back to the room turns over in the morning, slowly nestling into the man’s warm chest.
A soft moan escapes unwittingly, and she continues to lightly nap, enjoying the moment.
Mu Yichen’s arm is half-pinned beneath her as he gazes gently at her sleeping face pressed against him; they indulged a bit last night, and she seems exhausted.
His sexy fingers gently caress Qin Mu’s tender cheek, then land on her forehead with a gentle good morning kiss: "Mrs. Mu!"
"Mm?"
Qin Mu wiggles in his embrace, moving away from his shoulder, and snuggles her face against his chest, intending to remain lazy.
"How will you show your face today!"
Mu Yichen’s hand gently strokes her earlobe, murmuring to her.
Qin Mu freezes, a little confused, then gradually raises her head to look at him, before running off to the bathroom.
In the mirror, the woman’s ears reveal bite marks, more than one.
Qin Mu brushes her long hair in front of her face, after seeing the imprints on her ears, she lets out a long sigh of frustration to herself: "I’m not angry, I’m not angry, I’m not angry!"
A woman can’t help but tuck her long hair behind her ears; no exceptions.
In the past, he would bite her neck, at least she could hide it, but biting on the ears, how does she cover that?
Qin Mu’s slender fingers lightly touch her ears reddened from pinching, then she strides out, not caring that she’s only in a nightgown: "Mu Yichen, are you a dog?"
"Yeah! We have two puppies at home!"
Mu Yichen knew she’d be mad when she came out, so he’s leaning bare-chested on the headboard, arms crossed, muscles showcased on his sturdy arms, yet his demeanor and voice are quite easygoing.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but open her mouth, trying to curse him but ends up laughing: "Ha! You bastard!"
Qin Mu steps closer, grabbing her pillow intending to beat him, but he catches the other end of the pillow.
She glares fiercely at him, Mu Yichen isn’t annoyed, instead, he pulls hard on the pillow, dragging her onto the bed.
As soon as Qin Mu falls, she’s held by Mu Yichen’s arm at the waist, and in a flash, she’s underneath him, still lying prone.
"Mu Yichen!"
She’s pressed so hard, she can’t breathe.
"Mrs. Mu! It’s not bad not going to work today!"
Mu Yichen’s voice is low as well, Qin Mu is mad at him, feeling weak.
"Do you really think you can stay in bed all day, doing this?"
"I don’t accept Mrs. Mu’s doubts!"
Mu Yichen gently licks the place where he bit her.
Qin Mu wants to laugh but is on the verge of tears: "If you can keep me in bed, I’ll accompany you!"
"Mom, time to get up for breakfast!"
Just as Qin Mu says this, Huanhuan is pounding on the door from outside.
Mu Yichen turns his head towards the door, suddenly can’t recall whether he locked it last night or not, so he asks Qin Mu: "Did you lock the door last night?"
"No!"
Qin Mu responds blankly.
Thinking they came down after everything, bathed and didn’t even lock the door.
As soon as Qin Mu said ’no,’ they both simultaneously hear a ’bang’ from the door opening; Huanhuan pushed it too hard, then let go, the door handle popping back.
Mu Yichen is still on top of Qin Mu, hand holding her chest beneath her body.
"Mom, Dad, time to eat!"
Huanhuan stands at the door without entering, turning around after speaking.
Huanhuan’s embarrassed glance seems to say: Whenever I come, it’s scenes like this—either dad is on mom or mom on dad. What are they doing? Competing strength?
"How did you forget to close the door again?"
Qin Mu wants to cry, worried her daughter from an early age witnesses such unsuitable scenes, genuinely fearing trouble.
"And you’re blaming me?"
Mr. Mu refuses to take sole responsibility.
Qin Mu wants to cry more, while Mr. Mu bites her snowy, beautiful neck without speaking.
Huanhuan closes the door and runs off.
Chengcheng is at the stairway waiting for her. Seeing her flushed face, he doesn’t speak, the siblings each hold one side of the banister, descending.
Chengcheng moves a bit slower, so Huanhuan takes a few steps, then pauses to wait for him, until near the bottom, Chengcheng asks: Aren’t dad and mom getting up?
"Ugh! They’re always on top of each other! What are they doing?"
