The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce

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After an unknown period of time, Xie Jiuhan released the woman's lips. "Didn't you say that you couldn't sleep? Why do I think you slept quite well? Did I disturb you when I came back?"

Feng Qing rolled over and snuggled into the man's arms. She was woken up by Xie Jiuhan and yawned lazily. "Little Jiu Jiu is back. The bed is just warm..."

This man was her heater, her hot water bag. As long as he was under the blanket, she would not feel that her hands and feet were freezing. In winter, Feng Qing liked to hug him to sleep. It was definitely warmer than an electric blanket, and it even gave her a very steady feeling.

Xie Jiuhan rubbed the soft part of her body and bit the woman's earlobe as he exhaled hot air. "I'm working overtime in the company. Instead of coming to send supper to your husband, you went out to eat at a roadside stall? I think you've been a little arrogant recently. You don't even care about your husband anymore?"

Chapter 792: A Small Cut

The man's voice was sexy and low. When he reached the second half of his sentence, he even pretended to be fierce, as if he was complaining about the woman ignoring him. Hearing his words, the woman crawled into his arms and pressed her soft face tightly against Xie Jiuhan's chest.

"Little Jiu Jiu, are you hungry?" The woman asked softly.

"Now that you mention it, I'm a little hungry," Xie Jiuhan replied.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Feng Qing asked.

"How can supper be as fragrant as you? You have to be responsible for feeding me tonight," Xie Jiuhan said with a smile.

Feng Qing : "..."

...

The next morning, Xie Jiuhan slept until he woke up naturally. He laid on the bed in high spirits. They were entwined with each other last night. A storm of love swept across him, making him feel comfortable all over. He looked to the side and did not see the woman. He touched the bed with his hand, and there was not even any warmth left.

The man got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He realized that Feng Qing was brushing her teeth. However, she was very careful and slow when she brushed her teeth. Xie Jiuhan walked over and gently pressed his hand against the woman's chin. He forced the woman to turn her face to him and realized that there was a cut beside her lips.

The man chuckled softly, and Feng Qing's face quickly turned red. Then, she was angry and embarrassed. She raised her leg and stepped on the man's instep. However, the slippers she was wearing were all soft. It would not hurt much even if she stepped on the man's instep.

Xie Jiuhan's fingers maintained the position of pinching Feng Qing's chin, not allowing her to turn to the mirror. He was still carefully sizing up the cut. That was his masterpiece last night. Not only did his heart not ache, but he also felt very smug.

Xie Jiuhan asked, "Where did you learn all these moves?"

Feng Qing glanced at him and said, "Hmph, you still have the cheek to ask where I learned it from?"

The man's fingers gently touched the soft flesh on the edge of her chin. He was very satisfied. There was a hint of excitement in his low and magnetic voice. "Yes, you've learned well. Keep it up."

Feng Qing: "???"

She was embarrassed and angry, so Feng Qing stepped on Xie Jiuhan's feet and bumped her head against the man's chin. "Oh..."

The man was caught off guard and his lower teeth bumped into his upper teeth. He felt dizzy, but he couldn't care less about the pain. He didn't want Feng Qing to do something like hurting herself in order to hurt others.