The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

Chapter 860: Do you love me, wife 860?

Xiao Yuchuan crept into Su Qingyue’s room on tiptoe.

In the darkness, she only glanced at him before pretending to sleep.

He gently closed the window, took off his shoes and placed them on the ground, then crawled on the bed and cautiously moved under the bedding with her.

He turned onto his side, propped up his upper body with his hand, hovering over her and pecked her lips gently.

The tender taste immediately set him ablaze with desire, but he fought the urge in his body and lay back down beside her, stretched out an arm to hold her in his embrace, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep.

Su Qingyue opened her eyes in the dark, thinking that if he really wanted her, she would let him.

She had even thought he might make a move, since he was always hasty for their love, constantly wanting to consummate their relationship, right?

But why was he just holding her and not moving?

She waited for a while longer, and finding that he still made no move,

she closed her eyes and truly fell asleep.

Xiao Yuchuan had a tough night, his mind and body full of the desire to press down on his wife…

But he still held back.

He couldn’t want her at this time.

Just endure a little longer!

The dawn sun rose slowly, and the Eastern sky showed the pale light of early morning.

Birds chirped on the branches, and the first rays of the morning light shone on the window sill.

As Su Qingyue just opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Yuchuan lying on his side, with his hand behind his head, staring intently at her.

“Wife, you’re awake?” he asked, flashing his bright white teeth.

She noticed he looked buoyant, but there were tired bloodshot lines under his eyes. She asked softly, “Did you not sleep all night?”

Though it was a question, her tone was certain.

“With you sleeping next to me, I couldn’t sleep,” he said with a touch of grievance, “Hey? Dear, aren’t you curious why I’m sleeping on your bed?”

“Yeah.” She spoke with suspicion, “Why are you on my bed?”

He chuckled, then with a quick motion wrapped the cotton quilt around her, “Wife, you’re teasing me. You knew I snuck in last night, and you deliberately didn’t call me out on it.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I enjoy talking to you.” He inhaled the fragrance of her hair, “Wife, your voice is so pleasant to hear.”

She pushed him away, “Don’t press down on me.”

“I’m not trying to take advantage of you, so what’s wrong with pressing down a bit?” he said with feigned sorrow, “Besides, I was so well-behaved last night. That’s rare to see once in a hundred years.”

She laughed out loud, “Once in a hundred years? Like you could change your lecherous ways.”

He embraced her, reflecting aloud, “Wife, my feelings for you are love. Love, do you understand?”

She deliberately shook her head.

“I knew you little girl wouldn’t understand.” His keen eyes narrowed as he asked, “Dear, tell me quick, do you love me or not?”

“I don’t know.”

A flicker of disappointment passed through his heart, “Wife, you don’t love me, do you?”

“Not clear.”

“Makes sense. You haven’t experienced much love; how would you know so much.” He stared at her seriously and asked, “When you look at me, do you feel your face flush and your heart race?”

“No.”

He deflated a little, “Dear, really? Looking at your husband’s handsome face, which has enchanted so many village girls and women, and yet you don’t blush at all?”

“You’re somewhat handsome, I really don’t think you’re all that handsome though.”

“To be considered a bit handsome in my wife’s eyes is pretty good,” he joked, “Dear, I have to tell you the truth, but don’t hit me, okay?”

“Go ahead.” No promises about not hitting.