My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 697 - 695: Nouns to Verbs

There was an inexplicable sense of relief as if she had finally reached this moment.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Who’s nervous!" Wen Qiao retorted defiantly, "I’ve seen countless men; what’s there to be nervous about sharing a bed with a man for sleep?"

"Oh?" Fu Jinghen’s voice, laced with full-blown danger, grew lower, "Countless men?"

Wen Qiao’s body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

Damn it, she had misspoken in a fit of pique.

Fu Jinghen’s hand gently pinched her waist, "Tell me, how have you seen countless men."

Wen Qiao was especially ticklish, and at his pinch, her body immediately arched forward, laughing sweetly, "Ah, don’t pinch my waist, I’m ticklish."

Fu Jinghen pulled her back again, his hand casually resting on her waist, "Don’t change the subject, out with it."

"Oh dear." Wen Qiao turned around and burrowed into Fu Jinghen’s arms, lifting one leg to drape over his, clinging to him like an octopus, "You provoked me into talking nonsense. You know the few men I’ve been with. There are only four, including you."

Fu Jinghen looked down at her, "From the sound of it, are you implying that’s too few?"

"No, no, don’t overinterpret my tone, I really didn’t mean that." Wen Qiao snuggled pleasingly in his embrace, nudging closer, "Having you alone makes me incredibly content; the others are just unfitting suitors whom I wouldn’t even spare a glance."

"That’s true."

Wen Qiao humphed twice, "Now that you’re flattered, you’re getting conceited, aren’t you?"

"I’m merely agreeing with you," he replied.

Wen Qiao nudged again, "So let’s not quibble over that remark, okay?"

Fu Jinghen steadied her fidgeting little form in his arms, "If you keep squirming, ’sleep’ will change from a noun to a verb."

"Eh?" Wen Qiao looked up in surprise, "How did you know?"

Seeing Wen Qiao’s adorably foolish and dazed look, Fu Jinghen lifted her up, pressing his lips to hers, swiftly stealing a kiss.

Wen Qiao covered her mouth with a hand, her muffled voice coming through her palm, "You kissed me again, were you a kissing fish in your past life? Can’t you get enough?"

"Indeed, I can’t get enough if it’s you," Fu Jinghen kissed her hand then said, "You were saying it out loud whilst giving yourself a pep talk."

"..."

If Wen Qiao’s feet were on the ground right now, she could probably have stamped out a seaside villa already.

Seeing her silence, Fu Jinghen asked, "Why aren’t you talking?"

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you’re annoying."

Wen Qiao let go of her mouth and with a creased little face, she pushed Fu Jinghen away.

However, it had little effect.

She still lay securely in Fu Jinghen’s arms.

Fu Jinghen held her amiably, "Then I’ll keep quiet, and you talk."

"I won’t talk! Time for bed!"

Unable to turn around while held by him, Wen Qiao petulantly buried her head in his chest.

"Are you really going to sleep?"

"Really! It’s so late, why aren’t we sleeping! Staying up will dull the skin and slow down the metabolism!"

Fu Jinghen chuckled, turned his head, and kissed her hair, "Alright then, sweetheart, good night."

"Good night, good night."

With one arm around Wen Qiao’s waist and the other patting her back lightly, he lulled her to sleep as if soothing a child.

The warmth of a man’s embrace and the tender motions on her back quickly lulled Wen Qiao into sleep.

But Fu Jinghen, holding her, was wide awake.