My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming stopped, put his big hands on both sides of her, and looked at her confused little face. “What’s wrong?”

 He gave her a peck on the lips.

 Ning Qing shrank into his arms with two red blossoms on her fair face. “I’m sleepy and want to sleep,” she said softly and coquettishly.

 Lu Shaoming bent over and kissed her eyes. She was exhausted. She had gone to Miao Jiang with a troubled heart and had also gone through a lot of matter with Tang Xueli. Now, she just wanted to sleep.

 Lu Shaoming rubbed his head among her beautiful hair, turned over, and held her in his arms. He covered her with the blankets. “Alright, let’s sleep, Wifey, good night.”

 …

 Zhou Dayuan and Jian Han took off their white coats and left the operating room.

 Perhaps the reason why he had been thinking about her for 12 years was not only did they love each other, but they also had medical resonance, along with physical and spiritual harmony.

 “If we use threads at the beginning, then the subsequent removal of the threads will be much more difficult and complicated than a threadless surgery.” Zhou Dayuan reached out and hooked a strand of beautiful hair on her cheek behind her ear as he spoke, so that she would not get cold. “Jian Han, you don’t need to care about this. This is not your area of expertise. Go to bed, quickly.”

 Jian Han was unhappy when she heard him, he had replied to her with a couple of simple sentences and was unwilling to talk to her in detail. Wasn’t he just looking down on her?

 A psychiatrist meddling with clinical medicine.

 She knew how proud the man was.

 She looked back at him and saw his image. The dim light had cut the edges and corners of his warm face into distinct, handsome, and unusual shapes. Even the lines on his jaw were sharp and seamless.

 He sat upright, his legs crossed in front of him. He wouldn’t prop his legs up, nor would he shake his legs. There was an elegance in his gentleness, but his temperament was cold, and his aloof gaze was enticing.

 He always looked so gentle. Even if he was tired, even if he had a man’s temper, he could restrain himself.

 There were several kinds of men, men who were as powerful as Lu Shaoming, and Zhou Yao, who was strong and had an ironclad temperament, but seldom would there be a man as talented as him.

 There were too few talented men in this world.

 No wonder those little girls liked him.

 She hadn’t seen him flirt with them, but they had fallen in love with him.

 Jian Han’s face was red, and her apricot eyes flashed across his face. “Then I’ll go… make you a cup of tea.”

 He must be sleepy too. She’ll make him a cup of tea to wake him up.

 Zhou Dayuan’s eyes sparkled as if adorned with small diamonds. He smiled softly. His voice was low, like the sound of a cello at night. He said, “Thanks for your hard work.”

 Jian Han answered in her heart, it’s not hard.

 She turned quickly and went to the table next to her to make tea. Her heart was full of sweetness. What was the proper respect and concern between husband and wife? It was probably how they were treating each other.

 …

 Zhou Dayuan was suddenly not in the mood to read the documents. He looked sideways at the woman. The woman was a few steps away from him. The table was low, and she was tall, so she had to bend when making tea.

 He didn’t peek on purpose. Of course, since he had seen it, so be it. He didn’t have to explain.

 Since she had come out of the bathroom and walked around him with a light fragrance, he could not concentrate.

 When she bent down, the broad white shirt would become shorter. She wore small, white, floral underwear underneath. It was simple but emanated a woman’s sexiness.

 Like her temperament.

 At this time, Jian Han had made the tea and came over. She softly explained, “The living conditions here are simple: I just made the tea casually. You make do it with it.”

 Zhou Dayuan’s long, slim, and gentle figure went back in his chair. He stared at the woman with bright eyes. He did not speak.

 Jian Han paused. “What’s wrong?”

 Zhou Dayuan pressed his lips together and opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse. “I don’t want to drink now. I want to eat.”

 “Want to eat? Are you hungry? I’ll go out and see if there’s anything to eat.” Jian Han turned and walked towards the door.

 But then her slender wrist was caught, and as she was unbalanced. She fell on his lap after he tugged her.

 The man was laughing, teasing her leisurely. “…You.”

 Jian Han’s blood was ignited, and her two little hands touched his chest. Only then did she understand what he was saying.

 She struggled with both her hands and feet and wanted to escape from his grasp, but it was useless. The man held onto her slender arm with a big hand, and his other hand clasped her slender waist. A man as gentle as him was full of strength as well. She could not break away.

 She could not help but feel a little frustrated. “Zhou Dayuan, let go. When did you learn… bad things too?”

 Zhou Dayuan looked at her beautiful face and went forward to kiss her lips. She avoided it. He could not kiss her, but he gladly kissed her snow-white neck. “I didn’t understand before…”

 “What?”

 “Women all love bad boys.” He bit her gently on the ear.

 Jian Han: “…”

 She hit him hard several times with her small fists. He smiled and held her small almond face in his big hand, not allowing her to refuse as he kissed her deeply.

Jian Han’s body was weak and her mind was struggling, but her movements preceded her thoughts. She trembled, reached out, took off his glasses, and then closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around his neck in response.

 The two of them were kissing, not intensely, but definitely the most lingering kiss, like a couple of entwined swans.

 (note of editor: I replaced mandarin ducks with swans as I felt that readers might not know what mandarin ducks are, but I’m not sure so if mandarin ducks are well known among the readers then could you help to change it back? Thanks!)

 Then, a knock on the door sounded, “Doctor Zhou.” It was the little girl from Miao Jiang.

 Jian Han regained her senses and pushed him away by placing her hands on his shoulders. They were both doctors. They were holy and free from desires. If someone were to see them still awake at three or four in the morning, and how she was in his arms, how could she maintain her reputation?

“Someone’s here.”

 “So be it then. Are you expecting me to open the door then? Opening the door at this timing would only lead to unspeakable things.”

 He had said those two words so lightly, and peacefully. Jian Han’s ears were numb from his voice as if an electric current was flowing through her ears. She had never dared to imagine that he would be so mature and indecent before.

 “Zhou Dayuan…” She called him.