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    Chapter 442 Wu Yue and Shen Que’s Morning

    The sun was blazing overhead, but Wu Yue was still asleep.

    Shen Que didn't dare to leave. Wu Yue had made it clear the day before that she'd be mad if he left.

    He realized that when Wu Yue was disciplined, she was really disciplined, but when she was lazy, she really slacked off.

    The past few days, he had wondered what she did all day in her room, only to find out she spent most of her time lying down and resting.

    Perhaps she'd been too wound up for too long, and now that she could finally relax, Wu Yue slept for almost 16 hours a day.

    Shen Que pulled her into his arms. "Babe, could you get up and eat something before going back to sleep?"

    Wu Yue nuzzled into his chest, burying her head against him, her eyes closed in a daze. "No, I'm so sleepy."

    Shen Que grew a little worried. "Did the doctor really say everything's okay after your check-up?"

    Wu Yue murmured, "Mm-hmm. If you're not convinced, we could just stop from now on."

    Shen Que thought for a moment. "Then let's not do it for now, at least until you're better."

    Wu Yue slipped her hand out, trailing it down from his abs along Shen Que’s hip line, lingering suggestively. "Oh, really? You said it yourself."

    Shen Que grabbed her hand. "Let's keep things proper between us right now."

    Wu Yue, "..."

    Screw this proper roommate relationship! It wasn’t you who kept going at it from the moment we stepped into the palace last night until the dead of night!

    Now you’re acting all proper!

    Wu Yue turned away, ignoring Shen Que, happy to have some peace and quiet.

    As soon as Shen Que’s hand reached for her, Wu Yue smacked it away. "Please maintain—"

    Wu Yue suddenly fell silent. Shen Que was going down on her...

    Wu Yue pushed him. "Don’t do this."

    Shen Que, "I thought you wanted this?

    We’re not doing it, but if you want it, I can take care of you..."

    Wu Yue pushed him a couple of times but couldn’t move him, finally shakily sat up.

    Shen Que looked up. "What’s wrong?"

    Wu Yue glanced at him. Shen Que said, "I really won’t do it."

    Enraged, Wu Yue kicked out at his shoulder. "Then stay away from me!"

    Shen Que’s eyes darkened instantly. He grabbed Wu Yue’s ankle, pulling her toward him, leaning in close.

    His voice was low. "If you do that, I can see everything."

    Wu Yue glared at him. "As if you haven’t seen it before, you creep."

    Shen Que gave a low chuckle. "Wife, you’re so beautiful."

    Wu Yue instantly turned bright red, "Shen Que, you're so vulgar!"

    Wu Yue tried to pull away, but Shen Que grabbed her ankle again, this time pulling her entirely toward him without hesitation and lowering his head.

    Wu Yue’s cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. She wanted to push Shen Que’s head away, but her whole body went weak with trembling.

    ...

    Shen Que held Wu Yue and asked, "Should I go make you something to eat?"

    Wu Yue, "Just hearing the word 'eat' gives me flashbacks now. Some people pay with money to eat, but you take my life when we eat."

    Shen Que let out a low chuckle and didn’t argue, just couldn’t resist kissing her.

    Wu Yue pushed Shen Que away and sat up to look at the wound on his chest.

    Finding that it had already healed without any serious issue, Wu Yue couldn’t help but give it a couple of touches.

    "Your blood is really useful. All that blood wasted yesterday was such a shame."

    Shen Que nodded, "Yeah, in really tough times, selling blood could even bring in good money."

    Wu Yue’s heart suddenly ached sharply, and she angrily pinched Shen Que’s face, "Don’t say things like that."

    Seeing Wu Yue’s expression instantly change, Shen Que immediately held her, "It won’t happen again. I won’t make you worry or hurt because of me anymore."

    Wu Yue’s heart ached terribly, so much that her whole body felt uncomfortable. Holding Shen Que, her nose stung with unshed tears. When Shen Que saw Wu Yue’s reddened eyes, he panicked instantly.

    "I’m sorry, honey. Please don’t cry. I’ll never say it again."

    The more Shen Que said this, the sadder Wu Yue felt.

    She lowered her head without saying a word. Shen Que, frightened, hurriedly cupped her face, and feeling the wetness on her cheeks, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

    Shen Que abruptly pulled Wu Yue into his embrace. Her tears were soaking his burning, feverish chest.

    Shen Que breathed raggedly, continuously massaging the nape of Wu Yue’s neck to comfort her, "Baby, darling, please stop crying, okay? I can’t take it.

    "You crying hurts me more than killing me. How about you stab me again instead? I made you sad, I’m no good. Just end me."

    Shen Que held Wu Yue, carefully coaxing her, when suddenly he felt her sit right on top of him.

    Shen Que looked at her in surprise, "Baby, do you want to eat something first?" Before...

    Wu Yue nodded, "I’m hungry."

    Shen Que thought about making food but kept looking at Wu Yue, not moving.

    Wu Yue, "I’m hungry. Didn’t you say it yourself? If you want something, just tell me."

    Shen Que’s face instantly turned red—his wife, feeling sorry for him, was starting to coax him.

    Wu Yue hooked her arms around his neck, "Are you going to make me do it myself again? If you can’t satisfy me, I might just have to find another husband... Ah—"

    As Shen Que pulled her into a tight embrace, Wu Yue let out a soft, surprised gasp.

    Shen Que’s eyes instantly darkened. He sat up abruptly, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip.

    "You wouldn’t dare."

    Wu Yue teased him, hooking her arms around his neck, "Hubby, I’m hungry."

    Shen Que felt his bones go weak, his mind completely muddled.

    He let out quick, shallow breaths, his scalp tingling.

    ...

    Wu Yue whined to him, "Darling, you're amazing. I still want it, I'm not full yet."

    He was going to die... Shen Que felt like he was about to die from pleasure...

    ...

    After getting Shen Que all worked up, Wu Yue had enough.

    She turned to run, but Shen Que grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, tying her right to the bedside.

    Shen Que said, "My hands are full, so don't struggle, baby. I might hurt you again."

    Wu Yue looked at him pitifully, "I'm really hungry, I want to eat."

    Sweat trickled from Shen Que’s forehead into his neck. He breathed heavily, his expression cold, "Yeah, isn't that what we're doing now?"

    Wu Yue stared at Shen Que’s current state—his expressionless face, his cool yet burning gaze, his deep, rough breaths.

    Wu Yue loved how Shen Que looked right now. She stared at him intently, her eyes were captivating.

    As soon as Shen Que untied Wu Yue, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

    ...

    Shen Que asked, "You like me like this?"

    Wu Yue replied, "Mm."

    Shen Que pressed, "Another round?"

    Wu Yue murmured, "Mm."

    Shen Que teased, "How about the whole day?"

    Wu Yue grew shy and shook her head, "No."

    Shen Que wrapped an arm around her, leaning in close, "I can go all day. Let’s do it all day."

    ...

    By the time Wu Yue finally got to eat a proper warm meal, it was already two hours later.

    And even that was only because Shen Que saw she was completely exhausted and cut her some slack.

    Shen Que set the bowl in front of her, keeping a straight face as he said sternly, "You asked for this."

    Wu Yue buried her head in her meal, refusing to look at him.

    From now on, she planned to cut off all communication with Shen Que.

    It was just too overwhelming—their intense physical and emotional attraction meant they'd end up in bed whenever they were together.

    Seeing Wu Yue determined to ignore him, Shen Que gradually got annoyed.

    He finished his meal quietly, the two of them not exchanging a word throughout the entire dinner.

    After Shen Que cleared the dishes and left the study without a word, Wu Yue, who was slumped on the sofa, couldn’t help but look up.

    Noticing Shen Que heading in the direction of the backyard where he’d mentioned setting up the training room, Wu Yue lowered her head again to look at her communicator.

    After a while, she grew restless.

    Her mind was filled with the image of Shen Que’s cold, detached expression when she’d gone to find him in the training room—it was incredibly hot.

    After a minute of thinking, Wu Yue quietly got up.

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