The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

Fang Chixia had just woken up. Probably having hidden in the sheets for too long, her cheeks bloomed scarlet and red.

Her white skin was as delicate as flower petals, reflecting a faint touch of pink. Luo Yibei’s heart skipped a beat. He backed her against the dining table, picking her up with a pair of powerful arms, placing her on the tabletop.

He wound her arms around his neck once more and aimed for her lips.

Followed by a warm kiss, with the freshness of the morning air, clean and savory.

"Do you want to?" With the tip of his nose against hers and his arms propped up on either side of her body, he asked her lazily.

His seductive voice, deep and charming echoed like the temptation of the devil.

Breathing thinly on Fang Chixia’s face, she felt limp and scorched, and her head was a little muddled.

She shrank her neck back and stared at him oddly.

Was he trying to seduce her?

"Hmm?" Luo Yibei raised a striking brow, urging her to reply.

“Don’t want to.” Fang Chixia didn’t even think about it and simply refused.

Every time he’s sporting this charm, she would invariably be tossed until she feels like having died and lived again, and she would be sore to the bones.

“Are you sure?” Luo Yibei persisted somewhat unconvinced by her answer.

“Sure, I’m pretty sure.” Fang Chixia reiterated.

"Okay!" Luo Yibei shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and while Fang Chixia thought that it’s finally over, he drifted in close behind with another sentence, “Then just sit here, I’ll do the rest!”

His eyes swept toward her, seemingly ready for action the next second.

“No, go sit outside! I’ll sort it out here.” Fang Chixia catnip out of his arms and pushed him out hard.

"Hurry up!" Luo Yibei pulled away in disappointment from the hand she was pushing against him and turned to the couch himself.

Fang Chixia closed the kitchen door and tidied up the inside briefly, then came out and cleaned the outside again.

She rarely comes back to the apartment and tidies up every once in a while.

All beaten up and ready to go back, Luo Yibei whispered, “Let’s stay here tonight!”

Fang Chixia was stunned. The apartment is so tiny, wasn’t he afraid he’d be wronged?

“My bed here is very small.”

“I don’t care, why do you even mind?”

"The space is too narrow, it’s too cramped."

"Isn’t it enough for two people to sleep?"

“There’s very little entertainment here.” Fang Chixia thought of another excuse and said.

Luo Yibei swept her face with a knowing look and whispered, "Isn’t it enough to have you?"

Fang Chixia’s face sank with rage.

When was she his toy?

Luo Yibei brushed her off and took the time to survey here and there, as if he was in an exhibition.

Glancing at a picture frame on the table, his hand reached over and picked it up.

Inside was twelve-three-year-old Fang Chixia, wearing a navy blue dress, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her lips slightly curved at the corners, and her smile was warm and fresh.

She didn’t look much like she does now, and without looking closely, he would have thought she was a different person.

Luo Yibei stared at that picture of her, his gaze unconsciously softening a bit.

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