The deep night
After the aerobic exercise, Du Ruo, weak and listless, lay on her husband's chest and called out sweetly, "Honey."
She leaned against him tightly, feeling a sense of security and peace she had never known before.
Rong Jingyang grunted, "Mm?"
Du Ruo hugged him, wanting to say some mushy words, but as they reached her lips, her whole body tensed up again.
Before, every time Rong Jingyang slept with her, he would go to the bathroom to vomit.
Why hadn't he done that in the last few times???
It was so strange!
Was his body no longer repulsed by her?
Du Ruo tilted her head back, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Honey~~~"
The end of her tone was noticeably drawn out.
Rong Jingyang, sensing she had something to say, said in a husky voice, "Speak."
Don't keep him in suspense, it gave him a headache.
Du Ruo gently stroked the man's slightly stubbled lips, "Um, I have a question for you, and you have to answer it honestly."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
Fidgeting, was his wife about to start her usual drama?
The veins in his temples throbbed involuntarily. The man patted his wife's shoulder, "Perhaps it's better not to ask, just sleep obediently."
Du Ruo's mood plummeted instantly, "What?!"
Did he really not want to hear her speak?
Rong Jingyang closed his eyes and spoke coldly, "What if I don't want to answer?"
So, it was her question that was the problem, and she couldn't blame him for not cooperating?
Du Ruo: "!!!"
She was so angry. Her husband could really push her buttons at any moment.
The air suddenly became exceptionally quiet.
The man opened his eyes slightly, seeing that the woman's face was almost red with anger, and the corners of his lips curved, "Go ahead and say it."
Pfft—
Du Ruo felt ten thousand critical hits.
Can't get angry, can't get angry.
Men are all big pig trotters! They possess the special ability to infuriate their wives to death without consequence!
She was a prime minister, her belly could hold a boat.
If she argued with him, she would lose!
That's right!
Considering how hard he had worked to serve her just now, she wouldn't bicker with him!
Du Ruo climbed up and pressed herself onto him, her voice laced with a hint of resentment and anger, "Why did you always go to the bathroom to vomit after sleeping with me before?"
"Did you find me disgusting?"
Rong Jingyang's expression froze. He replayed the words in his mind, opened his eyes, and said, "Why do you think that?"
He vomited because—
It was a bit—
Uh—
It was better not to tell her.
Du Ruo looked at him directly, "I can't think of any other reason."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils deepened, "I drank a lot during that period, and my stomach wasn't feeling well."
Du Ruo was so surprised by this answer that her jaw almost dropped, "Ah????"
Was that it?
Her husband's stomach wasn't well, and not only had she not shown concern, but she had also misunderstood him?
She really wanted to slap herself a couple of times!
Truly!
With all her might!
Du Ruo suddenly threw her arms around Rong Jingyang, "Honey, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
Rong Jingyang patted her head, "Can you sleep peacefully now?"
Du Ruo: "Yes!"
She closed her eyes, but one minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Because of Rong Jingyang's words, Du Ruo's nerves were too excited to sleep.
It was as if every cell in her body was screaming—get up and have some fun, get up and party, get up for a one-on-one.
Du Ruo started to get restless, moving from the man's Adam's apple downwards.
Rong Jingyang, drowsy and on the verge of sleep, suddenly—
He was woken up by her actions.
Rong Jingyang's brain became engorged with blood. He flipped over and pinned the woman beneath him, "You want more?"
Du Ruo looked at him with affectionate eyes, "Mhm."