My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 696 - 694: Retreat to Advance

Wen Qiao lifted her head and bumped Fu Jinghen’s shoulder.

Fu Jinghen shook his head, "It’s nothing."

Wen Qiao caught a fleeting look of regret in his eyes, turned around, wrapped her arms around his waist, tilted her chin slightly, and pressed a light kiss on his Adam’s apple, "What’s in the past is past, you just need to remember I’m here with you now and will always be by your side."

Fu Jinghen’s heart stirred, he clasped the back of her head with his large hand and closed his eyes to plant a devout kiss on her forehead.

"Okay."

Wen Qiao had long hair, and because they were both sticky, it took nearly half an hour to dry her hair.

And the mental preparation Wen Qiao had made after taking a bath vanished the moment they entered the bedroom together.

Even though they previously could sleep together comfortably, now it somehow had become awkward.

Wen Qiao inwardly scorned herself.

Seeing her hesitation, Fu Jinghen understandingly said, "If you’re not ready, I can sleep on the sofa."

Wen Qiao turned to look at Fu Jinghen’s 1.8-meter-plus height, and after roughly estimating the length of her sofa in her mind, she deduced that Fu Jinghen’s legs would either have to hang over the armrest or stick onto the floor.

"Are you sure you aren’t just retreating to advance?"

Fu Jinghen smiled openly, "I am."

If there’s a bed to sleep in, why go to the sofa?

And if there’s a wife to hold, why endure loneliness?

"It’s just sleeping in the same bed, what preparation is needed, we’ve slept together before."

"That’s true," thought Fu Jinghen and added, "And you’ve held me while sleeping before, there truly isn’t anything to prepare for."

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

He should just keep his mouth shut!

Wen Qiao glared at Fu Jinghen, marched to the bed, tossed the covers off with a flick of her hand, lay down, and pulled the covers over herself, commanding Fu Jinghen, "Turn off the lights, let’s sleep!"

Listening closely, one could detect a hint of nervousness and stiffness in her voice.

Fu Jinghen suppressed his laughter, walked to the other side of the bed, flipped back the covers, and lay down.

Wen Qiao’s heart began to race uncontrollably. Her hands neatly placed on her abdomen, her legs were stiffer than straight, staring at the ceiling light without blinking, it took her a while to realize the light was still on.

Blinking her slightly sore eyes, she asked, "Didn’t I ask you to turn off the light?"

"I know you’ll get annoyed, but I still have to remind you that the switch for the bedroom light is on your side."

"..."

Wen Qiao’s toes involuntarily curled up in embarrassment.

She feigned composure and muttered "You’re underestimating me, why would I get annoyed, I’m such a forgiving person..." while propping herself up and forcefully slapped the light switch, as if venting frustration.

Accompanied by a "snap," the lights in the room instantly went off.

The darkness brought Wen Qiao a sense of security, masking her discomfort and nervousness, but also a sense of emptiness, making her more aware of the sound of her heartbeat.

Wen Qiao lay on her side on the bed, back facing Fu Jinghen, took a deep breath, and reassured herself, "It’s okay, don’t be melodramatic, it’s just simply sleeping, and this ’sleeping’ isn’t a verb."

Her tense body was slowly relaxing when suddenly, her waist tightened, and she was forcefully pulled backward, her back against a warm wall of flesh.

For some reason, the nerves that had been tightly wound relaxed the moment Fu Jinghen pulled her into his embrace.