MTL - After Being an Improper Control Group as an Abandoned Wealthy Wife, She Effortlessly Came Out on Top-Chapter 432 Cover yourself with quilt

Chapter 432: Cover yourself with quilt

The next second, Lu Qingye put his hands on Meng Chuyuan's waist, then took her into his arms, his strong chest against his back, and his arms gently hugged her.

Lu Qingye's strength was just right, and his behavior did not cause any embarrassment or discomfort to Meng Chuyuan, so Meng Chuyuan let him hold her.

Saw a glimpse of the suspender belt Meng Chuyuan was wearing tonight, and his entire shoulder was exposed to his field of vision. Lu Qingye squinted his eyes, with a trace of color between his eyebrows, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it cold in something like this?"

Meng Chuyuan talked to him behind his back: "It's not cold."

She has always disliked wearing clothes with collars to sleep, because the collars tend to get stuck on the neck, making it uncomfortable to fall asleep. If the weather hadn't gotten colder, Meng Chuyuan would not have worn general pajamas these days.

 Just because the air conditioner was on in the room tonight, she changed out of her original pajamas.

Meng Chuyuan turned his head and turned behind him, "Turn off the light. It's a bit dazzling. Please turn on a darker one."

So, Lu Qingye turned off the big light in the room and replaced it with the ambient light on the bedside table.

Lu Qingye was afraid that she would be cold, so he pulled the quilt up and subconsciously moved closer to her.

 The two bodies are close together, and the temperature of the quilt is also rising.

Feeling the body temperature in her waist rising, Meng Chuyuan froze uncontrollably, and her consciousness suddenly became clearer. A strong burning sensation prevented her from moving.

Meng Chuyuan couldn't bear the heat, and her mood gradually became impetuous. She couldn't help but turn over.

Perhaps she turned over too much, which made Lu Qingye frown in confusion and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

“It’s okay, why don’t you turn off the air conditioner too.” Meng Chuyuan turned over to face him and moved back slightly to keep a comfortable distance.

"Why?"

 “It’s a little dry.” At her request, Lu Qingye turned off the air conditioner.

Meng Chuyuan felt particularly uncomfortable after being suffocated in the quilt for too long, so she stretched out her hands and pressed the quilt under her armpits. After Lu Qingye put down the remote control and lay down again to face Meng Chuyuan, he saw Meng Chuyuan's fair arms, shoulders and collarbones exposed.

 On her smooth skin, there were several obvious kiss marks that he left this morning.

Lu Qingye's eyes were deep, his eyes swept across the ambiguous traces, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

The light in front of the bedside table just shines on the bedside. This soft light falls on Meng Chuyuan, and the backlighting atmosphere directly fills the room.

 “Take the quilt.” Lu Qingye leaned towards Meng Chuyuan and reached out to pull the quilt.

Meng Chuyuan was unwilling to raise his hand and politely declined: "I'll build it later."

"Be careful, be careful of catching a cold." Lu Qingye took out the quilt from under his hands and covered her tightly.

At Lu Qingye’s insistence, Meng Chuyuan was forced to cover herself with a quilt. She happened to not be very sleepy, so she opened up the topic and chatted with him: "Let me tell you something."

Lu Qingye glanced at her and felt that her speech suddenly seemed a bit formal, and couldn't help but wonder: "What's the matter?"

“My mother gave me a house today and asked me to treat it as my own home.”

“Then what?” Lu Qingye thought there was a follow-up to what he just said, but after waiting for a while, Meng Chuyuan didn’t speak again.

Meng Chuyuan was silent for a moment, and said without changing his expression: "She said that this gift was originally going to be given to me before our wedding."

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Did she give you this gift and put you under pressure?"

"No, what pressure can I have?" Even if she accepted the house, it would not move in her hands. Meng Chuyuan really couldn't feel the pressure at all, "I'm just telling you here. , so that you know this is happening.”

 (End of this chapter)