Chapter 332: – Are you worried I won’t want you? _1
“But, there are only three rooms in this villa, one for my dad, one for my mom, one for me, there are no other rooms, where are you going to stay?” Ye Xingguang asked a question she already knew the answer to.
Upon hearing this, Ye Junqing put aside the magazine, looked up and glanced at her: “Can’t I share a room with you now?”
On Qixi Night, he had already posted photos on Weibo, proclaiming to the world that she was his woman, and yet they should still sleep separately?
Ye Xingguang’s heart skipped a beat.
His tone was so brazen, wasn’t it?
She suddenly felt a bit nervous.
Ye Junqing noticed her apprehension, but he was uncompromising, stretching out his long arm to pull her onto his lap.
Ye Xingguang’s face instantly turned red. She tried to get up, but Ye Junqing wouldn’t allow it, keeping her firmly within his embrace.
He didn’t do anything else, just reached out and playfully stroked her little nose with the ends of her hair, his eyes burning with intensity: “What’s the matter, is there a problem? You’re already the woman in my Weibo selfie, do you think I will continue to restrain myself?”
She felt her heart quiver as her hair brushed against it. Hearing her parents talking in their room, she whispered shyly: “Don’t be silly, my parents are here. You’d better go home and sleep.”
“I don’t want to stay alone in an empty room. It’s too cold.”
The man’s voice sounded both imperious and pitiful.
“Cold? The highest temperature today was thirty-eight degrees. We could cook an egg on the sidewalk.”
This man, even his excuses were so perfunctory.
How could he not be cold? His heart, which had been frozen for so many years, had only recently begun to warm up a bit because of her, but now the outside world was saying that he was being cuckolded, and he had so many brothers at home urging him to prioritize the presidential election, warning him earnestly.
Now, he not only feels cold-hearted, but also annoyed.
Ye Junqing revealed a tired expression: “Why hasn’t my old illness relapsed? That way, I’d have a young lady fussing over me, and willing to be my pillow at night. It’s hard to be a man, getting sick when I shouldn’t be, and not getting sick when I should, even to the point of wishing it would just end me.”
Ye Xingguang covered his mouth: “Stop talking nonsense. Who would wish for their illness to return?”
Thinking about his illness, thinking about her father’s illness, Ye Xingguang was in a foul mood. She would love to find the heir of the bloodline right now, kill him, and see if he would give her a cure.
Feeling the young lady’s concern, Ye Junqing relaxed physically and mentally. Leaning lazily back against the sofa, he offered another comment: “And I have a young lady forcing me to take medicine. After taking the medicine, it might spark some love.”
Ye Xingguang’s face turned so red it might just start bleeding. She was both embarrassed and irritated: “Shut up, please. I still have a life to live.”
“Did I say I would devour you if I slept with you?” Ye Junqing pointed out the loophole in her sentence, leisurely teasing her.
The tall man, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other playing with the ends of her hair, a low magnetic voice that was infuriatingly arrogant: “So, you’re actually pretty excited about it, aren’t you?”
She really wanted to kill this man. Who was excited?
Unable to out-talk Ye Junqing, Ye Xingguang was so angry that she pushed him hard, saying as she did so, “Let me go, I’m going to take a shower.”
Reading the panic in her eyes, Ye Junqing smirked: “You’re in such a hurry to take a shower? Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush.”