Chapter 132: The Wedding Night, the Insane Villain is Reborn (16)

Chapter 132: The Wedding Night, the Insane Villain is Reborn (16)

Lin Xu naturally did not answer him.

But that didn’t stop Song Chuyi from entertaining himself.

His calf hooked around Lin Xu’s calf, lightly brushing against it through the pajamas.

"Then I’ll reward my husband now."

Song Chuyi’s long lashes fluttered, his delicate face flushing slightly.

He kissed him, even letting his tongue gently touch Lin Xu’s lips.

Lin Xu seemed to be having a pleasant dream, his brows relaxing and a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

The warmth under the blanket was cozy, whether from their body heat or the passionate kiss.

Seeing that Lin Xu showed no signs of waking up, Song Chuyi’s laughter grew louder.

"Your lips are quite soft."

He licked his lips, as if savoring a taste.

After a while, Song Chuyi tugged at Lin Xu’s pajama top, slipping his small hand inside.

His fingers touched Lin Xu’s waist, pinching it gently.

Unlike the villains in previous worlds who all had eight-pack abs, this world’s villain not only lacked abs but also had very little muscle around his waist.

He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who’d go for extreme sports.

It’s clear that his leg disability has hit him hard.

Song Chuyi pulled back his hand and grabbed the front of Lin Xu’s pajamas, ready to button them up.

As he fastened the first button, he heard Lin Xu’s slightly hoarse voice from beside him.

"What are you doing?"

Song Chuyi: !!!

He froze, then slowly raised his head, looking both serious and guilty.

"I was just trying to warm you up, you know? Do you believe me?"

Lin Xu glanced down, "Do you really need to take off clothes to warm up?"

"You know, it’s warmer without clothes," Song Chuyi explained, quickly buttoning him up while patting his shoulder.

"See? All buttoned up!"

"Come on, you’re the bigger person, right? Don’t be mad."

Lin Xu looked at Song Chuyi’s goofy grin and almost laughed in frustration.

"Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night to undress me? What were you thinking?"

With one swift motion, he pulled Song Chuyi into his arms.

"I may have a leg disability, but my brain works just fine."

He clutched Song Chuyi's slim waist tightly, his voice rough and hoarse.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Song Chuyi's ears flushed faintly, and he whispered, "I want to cuddle with you."

Lin Xu blinked in confusion.

"What? Did I hear that right?"

"Like this," Song Chuyi said, looking up at Lin Xu with a serious expression.

The blush spread from his ears down to his neck, giving his pale skin a soft, rosy hue.

"We're married, so why can't I want to be close to my husband?"

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Exactly. They were a real married couple now.

I was handpicked by Grandfather to be his granddaughter-in-law!

So, what's wrong with sharing a bed with my husband?

What was wrong with wanting to hug and get close to him?

Feeling more confident, Song Chuyi straightened up.

He puffed out his chest, wrapped his arms around Lin Xu's waist, and grinned sheepishly.

"Grandfather personally chose me to be his granddaughter-in-law, you know."

Lin Xu swallowed, feeling the faint sweet scent emanating from the person in his arms.

Seductive and tempting, under the moonlight, it lured him into hell.

"Song Chuyi, do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I do," Song Chuyi leaned in, lightly rubbing against Lin Xu's neck.

"I'm getting intimate with you."

"Even though you can't, don't worry—I won't pressure you."

"It's good enough just holding you like this, heh."

Lin Xu: ...

"You're the one who can't," he retorted.

Song Chuyi not only didn't feel ashamed but nodded calmly.

"Yeah, I can't."

The waist in this world definitely wouldn't be tired, how nice!

Lin Xu's mouth twitched, and for some reason, he felt like laughing a little.

He couldn’t help but smile, and then he actually laughed.

"Alright, alright, alright, you can't do it."

Lin Xu pinched Song Chuyi's cheek.

The soft touch of his fingertips made his heart melt.

"Let's keep this between us, okay? No need to tell anyone else."

"Sure thing!" Song Chuyi, thinking he was feeling insecure about it, quickly agreed.

"You can trust me, I won’t say a word."

He stretched out his pinky finger. "Let's make a pinky promise."

It was a somewhat childish way to make a promise, but for some reason, Lin Xu went along with it.

His pinky finger hooked onto Song Chuyi's.

"Pinky swear, a hundred years, no breaking."

Lin Xu quietly repeated his words, making a vow with him under the moonlight.

At some point, it started drizzling outside the window.

The soft patter of the rain became the perfect lullaby.

Lin Xu hugged Song Chuyi and let out a soft sigh.

"Sleep."

Song Chuyi softly responded, "Okay."

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Lin Xu's gaze lingered on the "sleeping" Song Chuyi, his eyes falling on his slightly flushed lips.

On impulse, he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against them.

He pulled away so quickly that even Song Chuyi, who was pretending to sleep, wondered if he had imagined it.

His heart raced as he pulled away, and he closed his eyes, silently repeating a calming mantra in his head.

The mantra worked, and before long, he calmed down and fell into sleep.

The rain grew heavier and continued to pour throughout the night.

Song Chuyi didn't stay in bed for long before getting up quietly.

His grape trellis had been blown over by the wind, and he needed to fix it.

The large villa didn't even have an umbrella, let alone a raincoat.

Concerned about his grape trellis, Song Chuyi dashed out into the rain.

By the time he had secured the trellis, he was soaked through.

Song Chuyi sneezed, took a hot shower, changed his clothes, and drank some cold medicine.

But he still had a fever.

When Lin Xu found Song Chuyi on the sofa in the living room, his cheeks were bright red, his eyes were glassy, and his dress shirt was all wrinkled.

"Song Chuyi..."

He maneuvered his wheelchair closer to the sofa.

Song Chuyi forced his eyes open, seeing multiple overlapping images in front of him.

"Lin Xu..."

His voice was slurred and unusually soft.

He weakly reached up to touch Lin Xu's forehead.

"I feel like I have a fever."

Lin Xu frowned and reached out to touch Song Chuyi's forehead.

It was scorching hot.

"You don't 'think,' you do have a fever," he emphasized.

"Oh." Song Chuyi's body went limp, and he slumped against Lin Xu, wrapping one arm around Lin Xu's neck. "I'm so hot."

Lin Xu supported his body. "Just lie down for now, I'll go get the thermometer and some fever medicine."

"No, I want you to hold me."

"We're married, so we should hug more often."

Lin Xu sighed.

"Later. Right now, you need to take your medicine because you're running a fever."

"No way, I don't want to take any medicine."

He shook his head. Then, he stared at Lin Xu's lips and gave a goofy grin.