Chapter 1393: Chapter 1390: Jealous
“You see, his eyes are like yours, but his nose is like mine, a bit more delicate.” Ye Muyu prattled on with her praise for Nuanbao.
Chu Heng’s features were masculine, and his face perfectly handsome, but not in a delicate way. It was Ye Muyu who, being more and more like her past self and with proper care, had a small frame and a gentle, delicate beauty.
Especially her long, straight black hair, which made her appear all the more graceful.
Chu Heng heard her mention Nuanbao in three out of every five sentences, and feeling himself reduced to a mere backdrop, he grew even more discontent.
He looked at her profile, his eyes deepening, “Ah Yu, is Nuanbao pretty?”
The man’s voice was deep and melancholic.
Ye Muyu was so smitten with Nuanbao that she didn’t notice the change in his tone; without any hesitation, she nodded: “Yes, Nuanbao is too cute. When he grows up, who knows how much more lovable he’ll be, oh dear, a kiss from mother.”
With a smile, she kissed Nuanbao on the face.
Nuanbao didn’t resist, and even with his face smeared with saliva, he showed no reaction.
His docile nature made one love him even more.
Chu Heng hadn’t expected his casual remark to earn the little rascal a kiss; he tightened his grip on her waist a bit.
Ye Muyu gave a small grunt and slapped his hand, “What are you doing, it hurts.”
Chu Heng’s hand loosened, his gaze falling on her waist, his fingers gently massaging, “Does it still hurt?”
Seeing him apologize, Ye Muyu naturally didn’t hold a grudge. She pushed him away and went to sit on the bed by herself, picking up a rattle drum and shaking it for Nuanbao: “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Seeing how his wife dropped him in a blink to attend to their son, Chu Heng felt even more aggrieved and misunderstood than before.
He clung to Ye Muyu, taking her hand with a muffled voice, “Ah Yu, I came back specially to take care of you.”
“Huh?” Ye Muyu turned to look at him, pushing against his chest, “No need for that. I’m quite healthy now, no need for special care. If there’s work at the yamen, don’t e back for me. What if you miss a ginseng report because of it?”
“Do you not want to see me that much?” Chu Heng’s voice carried a note of grievance.
It was only then that Ye Muyu sensed something off with her husband’s tone.
She soothed him with a soft voice, not forgetting to stroke his face, “Ah, how could I not want to see you? Ah Heng, you’ve surely misunderstood something. I yearn to see you every single day.”
Chu Heng’s voice remained melancholic, “Is that so?”
Although reluctant to admit it, feeling the other express a desire to see him, joy uncontrollably flooded his chest. He bent down to kiss her forehead, breathing deeply, trying to suppress the surging emotions.
He was somewhat taken aback by how easily his mood was influenced by her.
Countless thoughts popped into his mind, wanting to deny the impropriety of his current emotional surrender.
But the pleasure simply could not be stopped.
Drawing in a deep breath, he was surrounded by her sweet scent, and Chu Heng buried his head in her neck.
Ye Muyu was tightly wrapped around him like a rope, her back against his chest. Even through clothing, she could feel his warmth.
Chu Heng’s body temperature was always high, whether it was winter or summer. e winter, he was a natural furnace, and Ye Muyu loved to snuggle up to him, using him as a personal heater, even doubling as a backrest, which made it needless to say how fortable she felt.
“Indeed, I really do miss you.”
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