My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 778 - 776: But I Want to Tease You

Wen Qiao paused, her curiosity piqued even more. She straightened up a bit, and her other hand reached toward Fu Jinghen’s Adam’s apple, her neatly trimmed and smooth fingertips gently grazing it. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue, "Is everything they say online true? Is this spot really that sensitive?"

As Wen Qiao leaned in closer, her warm breath brushed Fu Jinghen’s neck. Coupled with her intentional teasing, the man’s breathing immediately grew heavy.

Watching the bobbing Adam’s apple, Wen Qiao suddenly felt very playful, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Wen Qiao," Fu Jinghen called out her name impatiently, capturing her other hand and pulling it down to his waist, holding it tightly there, "Settle down. Your stomach still hurts, and I don’t want to overexert you."

Wen Qiao lay on Fu Jinghen’s chest, blinked at him, and her face conveyed complete innocence. With her hands restrained, she clumsily snuggled up and tilted her neck forward to peck at Fu Jinghen’s lips, "But I want to trouble you."

"..."

She was someone who said whatever was on her mind, without any pretense or concealment, quite naively sincere.

Fu Jinghen sighed and, having no other choice, he released a threat, "Have you forgotten? Your amulet only lasts a week. If you don’t want me to claim it back with interest afterward, you’d better behave now."

Wen Qiao’s restless hands immediately stilled, but her mouth stubbornly muttered, "Anyway, you won’t do anything to me, whatever happens... I’m not afraid of you..."

Fu Jinghen, with a sharp ear, heard her mutterings and laughed despite his annoyance. He pinched Wen Qiao’s face between two fingers and squeezed them together, "If it weren’t for me caring about you, do you really think that would satisfy me?"

"..."

Such predatory words.

Wen Qiao’s cheeks, now several shades pinker than their earlier pallor, whether from Fu Jinghen’s pinching or her blushing, were squished together in the center, with her mouth forced open and her speech muffled, "Don’t pinch my cheek."

Fu Jinghen’s eyes darkened.

The fairy in his arms was there just to ensnare his soul.

He leaned down to cover her lips, silencing her babbling.

This kiss, filled with comfort and tenderness, made Wen Qiao lose herself in it.

The last bit of restlessness and unease in Wen Qiao’s heart was completely soothed by Fu Jinghen. The next moment, she felt a coolness at her waist, followed by a warm touch.

Fu Jinghen’s palm with its slightly calloused touch laid bare upon her lower back. His warm palm massaged her waist, easing the aches of her period.

She hummed in contentment, her body unconsciously drawing even closer to him.

Fu Jinghen’s body tensed up instantly, his hand pressing on Wen Qiao’s back, drawing her closer to himself.

Both were emotionally stirred when, at the critical moment, Wen Qiao suddenly stiffened, opened her eyes, and pushed Fu Jinghen away. She hastily slipped on her slippers and rushed to the bathroom.

Fu Jinghen had to pull himself out of the midst of his lustful daze, lingering desire still evident in his eyes. He stayed still for a moment, then seemed to understand Wen Qiao’s unusual behavior.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Behind the closed door, Wen Qiao also heaved a sigh of relief.

Her period had arrived suddenly and with such a fierce presence, completely indifferent to time, place, or situation—exceedingly capricious. If she had been any slower, she might not have been able to contain it.