Lu Qing looked at her tear-streaked face, feeling an immense amount of guilt.
She had done so much for him, carefully preparing a cake, decorating the room, all filled with a pink atmosphere, and even insisted on a hand-drawn photo on the cake.
Despite her lack of cooking skills, she cooked for him herself and ended up injuring herself.
She planned to surprise him, but because he forcefully opened the door, she got hurt and even ruined her favorite red dress.
His usual cool face flushed with a bit of redness, and he seemed a bit at a loss, half-squatting in front of her, soothing her in a low voice:
"I was wrong, baby, tell me, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
Qin Miaomiao’s eyes were swollen from crying, and she glared at him: "How could you be wrong, the wrong one is me."
"It’s me, it’s me, baby, as long as you say it, anything that makes you the slightest bit happy, I’ll do."
Seeing his somewhat anxious appearance, Qin Miaomiao was somewhat moved, and she sobbed:
"Absolutely no regrets!" Qin Miaomiao seemed to get some sort of promise and stood up slowly:
"Alright, wait here."
She went upstairs and entered the bedroom.
Lu Qing sat on the sofa, frequently glancing at the staircase, seemingly... having a bad premonition.
However, his wife was so gentle and kind-hearted, so understanding, even if she wanted to punish him, it shouldn’t be too excessive.
At most, she’d want kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high, or he could just serve her well.
Lu Qing comforted himself, but his heart was a bit uneasy, so he drank a glass of water to calm down.
As time ticked by, it was rare for Lu Qing to be so restless, so he stood up, contemplating whether to go up and check.
Qin Miaomiao had already come down in another set of clothes.
Hm? Pajamas? And they’re the fluffy rabbit kind?
They looked nice, but were too well-covered. Her makeup had been removed, revealing her fair skin and delicate features, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail.
But, she was holding a big box in her hands?
She walked over slowly, looked at Lu Qing, half-squinting with a slightly mischievous smile on her lips.
"Husband, you said, as long as I forgive you, you’re willing to do anything, right?"
The response was... a bit forced. Lu Qing, the underground king of Yan Jing, for some reason, felt a bit panicked looking at that pink box in her hands.
She opened the box and took out a set of thin red sheer lace lingerie, grinning:
"Then, dear husband, if you put on this outfit, I’ll forgive you."
Can he... just swallow a bullet?
The air was frozen for ten minutes, Lu Qing took a deep breath, forcing a smile on his face:
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Qin Miaomiao scoffed: "It always ends up turning into bedroom activities, I refuse."
"I promise it won’t."
"You just promised you’d do anything."
Qin Miaomiao placed the box aside, sat gracefully on the sofa, lifted her eyelids, and spoke calmly:
"As long as you put on this lingerie, I’ll let bygones be bygones about the previous matter, how about that?"