Hmph, it’s not like I can’t cook it myself! Qin Miaomiao, full of determination, decided to make the noodles herself. However... standing in the kitchen, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar stovetop. How do you even turn this thing on again?
Forget it, she might as well order takeout.
Just as she took out her phone, she realized it was already past midnight. Ordering takeout at this hour felt undeniably sinful—plus, there might not even be any available.
Resigned, she sat back at the dining table, propped her chin up with both hands, and stared at him with a look of grievance.
"Lu Qing, I’m starving. You wouldn’t be this cruel, would you?"
Lu Qing, right in front of her, popped that last piece of egg into his mouth, leaving her no trace of even the egg white.
Absolutely outrageous!
"Hey, I served you for four hours, and this is how you treat your wife?"
Lu Qing finally looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. That handsome face of his—it was ridiculously good-looking no matter how you saw it. She must be crazy; even while being bullied to this extent, she still thought he was attractive.
"Bargain with me. Beg me."
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but roll her eyes. This man clearly had some kind of twisted sense of humor!
"Fine! I’m begging you, satisfied now?"
Lu Qing lifted his eyelids slightly, his demeanor elegant. "Is that supposed to be the tone of someone begging?"
She got up, walked over to his side, wrapped her arms around his arm, rubbed against him with her chest, and said in a coy tone, "Honey, I want to eat."
"Good girl, open your mouth."
And then... Qin Miaomiao experienced firsthand what "Lord Lu’s exclusive service" meant—being fed bite by bite.
She began to suspect he had a peculiar obsession with hand-feeding others!
One bowl down, and her stomach finally wasn’t empty anymore. Perfect—off to bed she went!
But as soon as she got into bed, she burrowed under the blanket and curled up into a ball. Lu Qing, however, wrapped both her and the blanket into his arms, pinning her down with his hands and feet so tightly that she couldn’t move at all.
After some futile attempts to struggle, Qin Miaomiao gave up, deciding to just accept her fate. So be it!
Later that night, as the weather got colder and the blanket felt a little thin, she groggily squirmed closer to Lu Qing’s chest, finally finding a cozy spot before drifting to sleep.
Lu Qing stroked her head and glanced at the purposely lowered room temperature, an audible smile flickering across his face.
When Qin Miaomiao woke up, it was already eight or nine in the morning. Opening her eyes, she realized she was sprawled over someone like an octopus, her hand resting firmly on his chest.
Her leg was draped over his leg—oh, and worse! That someone wasn’t wearing any clothes. And herself... all she had left was her underwear!
Her brain immediately short-circuited. What in the hell happened last night?
Where were her pajamas? Did this guy take advantage of her while she was sleeping and assault her again?!
From above came Lu Qing’s voice, smooth and natural. That "wifey" rolled off his tongue effortlessly, but Qin Miaomiao shivered involuntarily. She jerked away from him, pulled the blanket to cover her chest, and glared at him cautiously as she demanded:
"You—tell me! What exactly happened last night?"
"You don’t remember?"
Qin Miaomiao shook her head quickly. Lu Qing propped his head on his hand, smiling leisurely at her like a cat that had just had a feast.
"Oh, you were all over me last night, tore my pajamas off, and tried to take advantage of me."
"Me? Take advantage of you? You’ve got to be kidding!"