My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 783 - 781

Fu reached out to bring Wen Qiao, who was leaning against his back, into his arms. His large palm rested on her lower abdomen. He realized the implication of her words, but for a moment, he did not know how to react. After a while, he sighed helplessly, "You..."

"It’s always you who starts trouble, and it’s you who begs for mercy afterward. Why can’t you just behave?"

Wen Qiao sat sideways in Fu Jinghen’s embrace, her arms crossed around his neck, "Then why do you always stop at the last step every time? It’s not like I’m unwilling..."

She was downright curious about this matter, and she couldn’t help but ask directly, throwing caution and shyness to the wind.

Her voice was soft, but in the quiet room, it was clear enough for Fu Jinghen to hear.

"It’s not the right time yet."

Wen Qiao immediately followed up, "Then when is ’the right time’ you’re talking about?"

Fu Jinghen paused, then abruptly changed the subject, "Hungry? Want to go get something to eat?"

"Not hungry, I just had lunch at two, I’m not a pig."

Fu Jinghen changed the topic too quickly, too obviously, which only piqued Wen Qiao’s curiosity further.

She wriggled a little and asked again, "When will you feel it’s the right time?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Stop squirming."

Fu Jinghen got a hold of her restless body.

"Then answer me," Wen Qiao said, scrutinizing him closely, not missing any nuance in his facial expressions as she speculated, "You wouldn’t be impotent, right?"

"..."

Before Fu Jinghen could respond, Wen Qiao immediately dismissed her own suggestion, "No, that can’t be. If you were, you wouldn’t be able to bother me for so long each time."

Fu Jinghen forced out two words between his clenched teeth, "Wen, Qiao."

The sense of danger was all too obvious, so Wen Qiao shrank her neck, "What’s wrong? I’ve already debunked my own theory..."

Fu Jinghen glared at her, "What in the world goes through that little head of yours every day?"

"That’s because you keep me in suspense, beating around the bush and not telling me, so I can only guess by myself."

Fu Jinghen laughed out of exasperation. Was this his fault now?

"Then just tell me, why won’t you go through with the last step."

Some questions become easier to ask the second time around. Wen Qiao’s curiosity had now overtaken her shyness, and her earnest expression might have fooled someone into thinking she was pondering some scholarly issue, "Sex and love are inseparable, don’t you love me? Is that why you always hit the brakes?"

"..."

What kind of twisted logic was that?

However, to avoid the young girl’s wild speculations wandering off to somewhere uncouth again, Fu Jinghen fell silent for two seconds, coughed twice, and looked somewhat unnatural, "The first time is so precious, I want to wait until the night of our wedding."

"..."

Wen Qiao was taken aback by his answer. What treasure was Fu Jinghen, to still uphold the "no sex before marriage" mentality?

But once she thought it through, she found it made sense. After all, in the original story, Fu Jinghen’s character was indeed an old-fashioned antique. It was just that she had forgotten this fact due to being pursued so fervently by this man recently.

Basking in the faint light from the computer, Wen Qiao saw Fu Jinghen’s ears turn red, coupled with his embarrassing and awkward look, he was irresistibly adorable.

Wen Qiao’s eyes curved into crescents, and she lifted herself up to give him a kiss, "Hanghang, you really are a treasure."