Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 942 - 942 928 you came here by yourself (1)

Chapter 942: 928, you came here by yourself (1) Chapter 942: 928, you came here by yourself (1) Jian Qing’s hands stiffened in the air, finding nowhere to rest.

Listening to his hoarse voice, she couldn’t help but feel heartache for him.

“How about I sleep on the sofa, and you take the bed?” she suggested.

Although they were already husband and wife, and what should have happened had happened, he now felt like a stranger to her. If they slept together, she estimated she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep tonight.

Quan Jingwu narrowed his eyes, “Do you dislike me?”

“No.” she replied without hesitation, subconsciously not wanting to hurt his feelings.

Quan Jingwu made a decisive statement, “Then let’s sleep together.”

Before she could respond, he picked her up in a sweeping motion, and with such proximity, the man’s strong heartbeat rang clearly in her ears.

Jian Qing’s gaze flickered slightly, her palms breaking into a sweat.

“Quan Jingwu, you…”

“You didn’t use to call me that.” Quan Jingwu set her down, squatting in front of her, his cool fingertips lightly pinching her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“Huh?” Jian Qing was confused by his sudden remark.

Quan Jingwu stared at her as if he would keep doing so until she corrected herself.

“Jingwu?” she tentatively called out.

Quan Jingwu frowned, “That’s not it.”

Jian Qing stopped guessing, “Then what is it?”

“Can’t really remember, huh?”

Meeting his hopeful gaze, Jian Qing’s eyes flickered again, and she turned her head away, “Sorry.”

Quan Jingwu fell silent for a few seconds, then tousled her hair, “If you can’t remember, let’s not think about it. It’s late; let’s go to sleep.”

He didn’t want to pressure her. As long as she stayed safely by his side, he was satisfied. As for everything else, there would be time for that. One day, he would make her remember everything about them.

He flipped back the covers. Jian Qing’s heart pounded furiously, and she quickly moved towards the edge of the bed.

She was fast, but Quan Jingwu was faster. He stretched out his arm, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back, “You sleep on the bed; I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“You…” Jian Qing showed a rare look of surprise in her eyes.

“Go to sleep, or I might change my mind.” He pressed her down to lie in bed, pulled over the thin blanket to cover her, and then bent down to kiss her forehead.

Jian Qing’s body stiffened, a current spreading through her, leaving her tingling indescribably.

Quan Jingwu propped himself up, his gaze landing on her slightly reddened ear tips, a faint smile curving his lips. He stood up, took a set of clothes from the wardrobe, and walked toward the bathroom.

“Bang—”

As the door closed, Jian Qing finally came back to her senses, gasping for air.

She touched her forehead, feeling as if the warmth of the man’s lips lingered there.

Through the closed door, the sound of running water in the bathroom began.

Jian Qing looked up at the firmly shut bathroom door, her cheeks burning hot.

She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head.

Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

Sleep is the ultimate truth!

She tried hard to fall asleep but found, to her dismay, that she wasn’t the least bit sleepy; counting hundreds of sheep didn’t help to lull her one bit.

After what felt like ages, the bathroom door opened.

Hidden beneath the blanket counting sheep, Jian Qing heard the sound and quickly pretended to be asleep.

In the light, the man’s long legs stepped out of the bathroom, his wet footprints absorbed by the soft carpet.

Even the loose-fitting robe couldn’t conceal his tall and slender figure, and the definition of his pectoral muscles was particularly enticing.

He looked at the person hiding under the covers on the bed, his eyes darkening.

Breaking his usual habit, he didn’t disturb her, instead he took a thin blanket from the wardrobe and lay down on the couch.

“Click,” the light dimmed with a sound.

In the dimly lit room, only a small wall lamp remained lit.

The faint light flickered in the darkness.

Quan Jingwu lay on the couch, the warm yellow light illuminating his brilliant purple eyes as his memory inevitably drifted back to the first time he brought Jian Qing back to the mansion.

That night was extraordinarily meaningful for him.

Simply because she had expressed her feelings to him for the first time, saying she liked him very much.

He curved his lips into a smile, which was slightly bitter.

Could it really be that because his hands were stained with too much bloodshed, the heavens decided to play this joke on him, making the person he loved the most forget him?

Outside the window, dark clouds covered the bright moon, and the sound of the wind rustled.

In the deep of the night, the person on the bed suddenly moved.

Jian Qing lifted the covers and sat up very slowly, careful to make as little noise as possible.

Guided by the weak light, Jian Qing’s gaze fell on the person lying on the couch. The man’s long figure curved on the couch caused an inexplicable sourness to rise in her heart.

She repeatedly ensured that the man’s breathing was steady, confirming he was asleep before she slowly got out of bed.

To avoid making footsteps, she walked barefoot on the cold floor, drawing near silently toward the couch.

She looked down from above at the man’s sleeping handsome face, which seemed as though it had been meticulously carved by God, so perfect that it was intoxicating.

Jian Qing squatted down, resting her chin on one hand, quietly observing him.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to the necklace on his wrist.

Wasn’t that her bracelet?

She had actually given him her bracelet. Just how much must the former her have loved him, to even give him her bracelet, and to have Jian Luo and Black Jack vouch for him.

Her eyes moved lower, touching upon the ring on his ring finger, and she was startled. She lifted her hand to find two identical wedding rings shining brilliantly in the darkness.

“Can’t sleep?”

The low and husky voice rang out abruptly.

Jian Qing’s pupils shrank, and she retreated in a slight panic.

Quan Jingwu sat up and stretched out a long arm, pulling her into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Jian Qing fell into his arms, carrying the same scent of shower gel as him. Their breaths intertwined and merged together.

Quan Jingwu looked down at the person in his arms, his thin lips parting as a low, drowned-out voice escaped, “Good girl, you came to me.”

If she herself had come to him, of course, he was not going to let her go.

“I’m thirsty, just came down for a drink, let go,” Jian Qing found an excuse, but it was such a pale one that she didn’t believe it herself, so how could she expect Quan Jingwu to believe her.

“Since you can’t sleep alone, and I can’t either, we might as well make do and sleep together,” Quan Jingwu’s large hand tightened around her waist, her long hair brushing against his crimson lips, which couldn’t help but plant a gentle kiss in her hair.

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Quan Jingwu carried her straight to the large bed.

“Quan Jingwu, you said you’d sleep on the couch yourself,” Jian Qing was placed on the bed and immediately wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled to one side.

“I did say that, but just now it was you who tried to seduce me first,” Quan Jingwu lay on the bed, stretching his legs, his smile deep and meaningful as he watched her.

“Before, you loved nothing more than to cling to me and sleep.”

Jian Qing felt frustrated, glaring at him angrily.

This man was clearly a bewitching demon.

Was this how she had been charmed by him before?