My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 618 - 537: The Wonders of the Tongue

Lu Qing wasn’t happy as soon as he heard:

"Oh? Is that so?"

Qin Miaomiao commented from a professional standpoint:

"Ninth Uncle’s voice is excellent. Deep yet slightly raspy and rich, like an aged wine that has been brewing for decades. Just a whiff is intoxicating. The subtle change in syllables carries cadence and rhythm effortlessly. He doesn’t even need to show his face—as long as he speaks, it’s an exceptional pleasure to listen to."

That could already be considered high praise, especially with the earnest expression on her face. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her barrage of compliments made Mr. Jiu particularly pleased.

Even though he’s used to being in a high position with plenty of people bending over backward to flatter him, to be stroked so soothingly like this—only Little Jin’er could achieve it so perfectly.

"Little Jin’er has good taste. Let’s settle it on this."

Being able to invite Ninth Uncle to contribute, especially without him needing to show his face and only his voice, Qin Miaomiao felt this transaction was absolutely worth it!

Unfortunately, while she smoothed Mr. Jiu’s feathers, she inadvertently sparked Lu Qing’s competitive spirit.

Especially on the bed. After he had pinned her beneath him, Lu Qing began addressing the matter.

"Ninth Uncle’s voice is pleasant? Hmm?"

He leaned close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Her ears, already sensitive, caved under such an assault nearly instantly.

She quickly covered her ears, saying:

"Don’t talk into my ear. It’s unbearable."

"Oh? Are you saying my voice is unpleasant?"

"Impossible. Your voice is also very attractive."

Lu Qing sneered. "Doesn’t sound sincere to me."

Qin Miaomiao repressed the urge to roll her eyes and said with a smile, "If you keep talking near my ear, I really won’t be able to control myself."

He pulled her hand away, pinning it above her head, and said word by word:

"I’d really like to see how you lose control of yourself."

"I’m on my period. Don’t mess around. Unless... you seriously want to go into battle with bloodshed?"

"Even if you’re on your period, there’s always the back door," he replied.

Qin Miaomiao nearly bit him upon hearing that. "You’re crossing the line! I absolutely refuse! Last time it hurt so much I almost passed out. Don’t even think about trying that again."

She hadn’t even gone far with it last time, yet it hurt enough to nearly draw blood. Play around? Absolutely not!

"I’ll just rub it against you, won’t go in," he said.

Qin Miaomiao reached out and looped her arms around his neck:

"That’s like telling me you’re going on a diet. Same old story. As if I’d believe you."

Lu Qing lowered his head and let a kiss linger on her lips. "I’m just saying. I’m no beast. If it gets really unbearable, at most I’ll let you use your hand or... your mouth to help me out."

Qin Miaomiao: .....

Had her husband gotten this blunt already?

Where was his restraint? Where was the sophistication?

"Alright, don’t compete with Ninth Uncle. There’s no need to compare voices. But if we’re comparing bodies, you’re the clear winner. And on this point, I’m the most experienced to say so."

When it came to stamina—being able to play for hours—she was lucky, wasn’t she?

"You’re deliberately flattering me?"

"How could I be? My husband is well-endowed, skilled, handsome, rich, capable in both public and private spheres, constantly ranking in the top three of the most-wanted-to-marry men, versatile with one hundred and eighty moves without ever repeating a single one. Luxurious yet understated, profound yet refined. Tell me—you’ve already got every advantage. What more could you want?"

She rattled off compliments in a single breath, and Lu Qing couldn’t help but laugh at the end. No one could stroke his ego like she could.

"Your verbal skills have improved. But with a tongue like that, why don’t you use it more often?"