Chapter 460 Never Give In
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Yuwen Chu was intoxicated by Mingzhu’s sweet breath, although he remembered that he was still sick and shouldn’t get too close to Mingzhu to avoid passing on the illness to her and their child. However, he really wanted it, just touching her casually wouldn’t hurt, right? He looked at Mingzhu with fiery eyes, hinting at her in various ways.
Mingzhu smiled slightly, gently pushed him away, and he leaned back, waiting for that exciting moment.
Mingzhu slowly peeled off his clothes layer by layer, dipping her fingers in water, dotting them on his chest, then blowing a breath of air, satisfied to see him shiver, clearly wanting to sneeze, but Ying Wang had always had great endurance, always able to endure what others couldn’t. Although he endured with tears in his eyes, he still managed to suppress the sneeze.
Looks like it’s not enough yet.
Mingzhu dipped her fingers in water again, drawing from his lips all the way down, sliding over his chin, Adam’s apple, the distinct texture of his chest, then along the midline of his abdominal muscles, sliding down to his navel. She stopped there, focusing intently on filling his navel with water. Using it as the center, she extended it outward in all directions, drawing a blooming chrysanthemum.
There was only one petal left to draw on the chrysanthemum, but Yuwen Chu couldn’t bear it anymore. On one hand, there was temptation, on the other hand, there was illness. He was struggling with two demons, and he was about to lose his patience. Hoarse, he called out to Mingzhu, “Zhu Zhu, Zhu Zhu, good Zhu Zhu…”
Mingzhu paused her hand, seductively asking him, “Your Highness, do you want to dominate me now, or should I dominate you?”
Even though he was enraged, he couldn’t lose his dignity as a man. He knew that even if he denied it, it would be like slapping himself in the face. If she was already so smug now, wouldn’t she become even more arrogant in the future? Yuwen Chu’s head was spinning with anger, but he refused to back down, turning his head away and grumbling, “I’ll dominate you! When I’m better, I’ll dominate you. Don’t think about turning the tables!”
Mingzhu was instantly furious. She had put in so much effort, only to receive such a response? What an ungrateful man! Originally, she thought that if he showed a bit of weakness, she wouldn’t argue with him anymore. Since he was so determined to stand on his own, she would just let it be.
The angrier she was, the more charming she smiled. She continued to dip her fingers in water, vividly outlining the final petal of the chrysanthemum. With every stroke, she used all her painting techniques: hooking, pressing, lifting, pressing, smooth, reverse, positive, side, hidden, fast, slow, with twists and turns; flat, round, leaving, heavy, changing, evenly distributed, powerful, subtle, and lingering. The final stroke was like a boulder falling from a mountain, making people feel both nervous and fearful, yet eagerly anticipating.
And then… and then… the stone that should have fallen didn’t fall. It hung in mid-air, neither up nor down, motionless.
Mingzhu looked at Yuwen Chu cunningly, complaining softly, “My hand is sore, what should I do?”
Yuwen Chu glared at her hatefully, unable to catch his breath, thinking of Zhou Nushi and the wolfberry pig kidney porridge she had brought earlier, as well as her previous actions, he simply wanted to devour her, preferably making her cry and beg for mercy for three days.
But… when he looked at Mingzhu’s smooth belly, all his anger was extinguished. However, he was still angry. He darkened his face and tried to get up, leaving Mingzhu with a cold and angry back.
But Mingzhu wasn’t willing to let go of this opportunity. She quickly grabbed him and blew a breath onto his chest and abdomen, chilling the damp abdomen, which was very stimulating. Yuwen Chu couldn’t help but let out a loud sneeze, tears and snot streaming out.
So much for being aloof.
Mingzhu burst into laughter, holding her stomach.
Yuwen Chu, with a darkened face, glanced at her and calmed down. Slowly, he reached for a silk handkerchief to wipe away his tears and snot, then threw it on the ground, picked up another one to wipe away the water stains on his stomach. He stood up leisurely, put on his clothes, and turned to leave.
Mingzhu felt a bit doubtful. Was he seriously upset from the serious blow? Was he really angry? She didn’t know if her earlier action would have the same effect as the one she was about to take, making him unable to endure anymore?
She cleared her throat and stopped Yuwen Chu, “It’s late at night, where is Your Highness going?”
“I’m going to the Tingxue Building.” Yuwen Chu’s tone was somewhat resentful.
Going to Tingxue Building in the middle of the night? It didn’t sound right. Did he want her to quickly persuade him not to go? Mingzhu hurriedly grabbed Yuwen Chu, “Please don’t, it’s very cold outside, and Your Highness is still sick.”
Yuwen Chu gritted his teeth, “You know I’m still sick?”
Mingzhu pretended to be deaf, “Because I know you’re sick, I dare not let you overexert yourself.” She lowered her voice and whispered, “Your Highness, I don’t quite understand, but just now, will it have a negative impact on you?”
“What do you mean by a negative impact?” Yuwen Chu didn’t quite understand her meaning and asked humbly.
“For example, in the future, when we do this and that, we can’t do it like this anymore.” Mingzhu expressed herself subtly and elegantly, but her meaning was clear.
This time, Yuwen Chu was truly furious. He simply turned off the light, grabbed Mingzhu accurately, and threatened her in a low voice, “Now I’ll let you know what it means to be a husband! See if you can still do this and that!”
Mingzhu was taken aback and quickly begged for mercy, “I was wrong, I was wrong, I’m not even three months pregnant yet! Tang Chunlai said it’s not allowed, not allowed!”
Yuwen Chu completely ignored her, pulling her over to force her to lie on the couch, panting heavily as he touched her, but he didn’t really do anything. Biting her shoulder, he sprinkled her all over. In the end, he reached out and touched and probed, licking her earlobe once. Seeing her shiver, he chuckled lightly, “You’re not a good person either! You’re thinking about me too.”
Mingzhu was furious and jumped up to hold him accountable, but he calmly laughed and put on his clothes before leaving. After a while, Su Lan and Su Jin softly called out to Mingzhu from outside like meowing cats, “Your Highness, the hot water is ready. Would you like to bathe now?”
The room was dark, and Mingzhu didn’t know what the scene was like. She couldn’t even tidy up first, but she couldn’t afford to lose face by letting someone in like this, making her almost want to cry.
Just as she was hesitating, the door gently opened, and the light came on. Mingzhu angrily asked, “Who let you in?”
To her surprise, Yuwen Chu, dressed in plain clothes, with his black eyes gleaming, smiled as he held the lamp, quietly standing there and looking at her. Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t want to engage with him. She turned her face away with a snort.
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