My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 669 - 588 Not Moved at All

As soon as this was brought up, Yan Lv curled his lips:

"Her, huh? Not coming back, isn’t that perfect? I can still mess around all I want. This marriage wasn’t something I wanted in the first place; it was something my family forced on me. Now, isn’t this great? She’s not even coming back to the country – that gives me even more reason for divorce. My parents feel guilty towards me because of this."

"You really don’t care?"

Yan Lv fell silent for a moment, then chuckled:

"This is better. I feel freer."

Others might not understand, but his brothers certainly did. With Yan Lv’s temperament, if he truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t act this way. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Who could really control him?

This kind of gathering continued until the early hours, out of consideration for Qin Miaomiao being pregnant and needing proper rest. Otherwise, with her wild energy, she probably would’ve stayed up even later.

Ever since her belly had started to grow bigger, Lu Qing always kept an eye on her when she showered.

The bathroom floor was covered with anti-slip mats, just in case she fell.

And because her belly was getting quite large, even bathing had become Lu Qing’s responsibility.

Qin Miaomiao stared at herself in the mirror, deeply feeling that her figure was becoming ugly—it was practically unbearable to look at.

His fingers gently traced over her body, as if she were the most delicate porcelain.

A strong desire flickered in his eyes, but he forcefully restrained it.

It was as if this act of touching could smooth out the waves of longing within him.

The showerhead sprayed water across her body, droplets cascading down as he squatted to carefully clean even her most private places.

"Honey, can you stop teasing me? I feel awful."

Lu Qing looked at her face, reddened by the steam, and smiled:

"Really?"

But he didn’t take it any further. Instead, he applied lotion to her skin, working it into a foam and cleaning her with meticulous care.

Once he finished washing her, he wrapped her in a towel and carefully helped her into bed.

Once she slipped into her silk pajamas and lay down on the soft bed, it was pure bliss.

His fingers glided over every inch of her skin, the warm pads of his fingertips gently kneading her.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a massage. The doctor said this will help with the swelling in your legs and feet. You need to massage more often."

"Where are you massaging?"

"Your chest."

Qin Miaomiao wanted to snap back and bite him. Her chest was aching from the milk buildup, yet he kept massaging it.

It was unbearable—both ticklish and painful.

"Stop massaging there. Can’t you do another spot?"

"Where?"

"My waist. My back and waist hurt a lot."

His palms settled onto her back, the broad expanse of his hands radiating warmth.

It felt so good she almost let out a sound.

However, Lu Qing didn’t stop at just her back; his fingers slowly slid downward, reaching the inside of her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"Loosening up your joints."

Loosening joints? That’s clearly not what he was doing...

His fingers seemed to have a kind of magic, igniting fire wherever they moved.

The worst part was, he was far too good at teasing. She grabbed his mischievous hand, turned her head to look at him, and gritted her teeth:

"Stop touching me so randomly! Stop teasing me! I want peace and quiet!"

"But I can’t find peace and quiet," he replied.

"How about I buy you an inflatable doll? What kind would you like?"

"If you could find me an inflatable doll exactly like you, I wouldn’t mind. But..."

"But what?"

"Nothing compares to you."

Qin Miaomiao: ....

Was this supposed to be sweet talk? Why wasn’t she moved at all?