Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 615: A Battle Of Wits After A Word Of Disagreement

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: A Battle Of Wits After A Word Of Disagreement

Huo Yunjiao detected something, and responded with a faint smile on his lips.

He held Qin Ruan and turned over, allowing her to lie in his arms.

The nearly six-month pregnant belly was in close contact with his abdomen.

He could clearly perceive even the slightest stir in her belly.

Huo Yunjiao reached out to gently lift Qin Ruan’s chin, gazing deeply into her eyes -- which were filled with confusion as she tried to maintain her composure.

He asked in a soft voice, "Are you complaining that I haven’t been spending enough time with you?"

His tone was serious, with no traces of banter.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan quickly shook her head.

That’s not what she meant.

It was just that today, his presence, which was in sharp contrast to his usual inadvertent avoidance of her, gave her a surreal feeling.

Huo Yunjiao’s deep, gentle gaze was fixed on her face: "Are you sure?"

Qin Ruan shook her head again, "No."

It wasn’t clear whether he believed her or not, but Huo Yunjiao rested his hand on Qin Ruan’s belly, carefully stroking it.

His fingertip gliding over her stomach brought an inexplicable sensation that consumed Qin Ruan.

It wasn’t discomfort.

More like a strange feeling of softness throughout her body.

Noticing Qin Ruan’s relaxation, Huo Yunjiao gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

His fingers, which were encircling her waist, tightened slightly and then immediately loosened.

Qin Ruan hadn’t noticed Huo Yunjiao’s nervousness or his inner hesitation.

She was enjoying his consolation, a contented expression on her face.

Huo Yunjiao leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "Why didn’t you tell me when you were feeling down lately? Is there something you can’t talk about?"

Qin Ruan lay in his arms, and with her eyes closed, she replied indifferently, "No."

The light, aromatic scent of sinking wood that filled her nose calmed the restlessness she had woken up with.

Huo Yunjiao caressed her soft hair, slowly moving his hand further down to her bare neck.

His fingers gently pinched her neck, causing Qin Ruan to let out a comfortable sigh.

She opened her eyes suddenly, as if unable to believe that the sound had come out of her own mouth.

Huo Yunjiao’s deep voice was laced with amusement: "Relax, let me give you a massage."

His hands kept moving, continuing to knead her neck.

It was, indeed, very comforting.

Qin Ruan acknowledged with a soft murmur, relaxing slightly.

This time, with Huo Yunjiao’s lighter touch, Qin Ruan didn’t make that provocative voice again.

But that didn’t take away from her provocative demeanor.

Her expression, although relaxed, still exuded a certain seductive aura.

Huo Yunjiao lowered his gaze and saw her thick eyelashes fluttering —as though she was stirring up his heart with a bundle of feathers.

Subconsciously shifting his gaze, he looked towards the tablet on the side without breaking his rhythm of massaging Qin Ruan’s neck.

Eventually Huo Yunjiao spoke to Qin Ruan, his voice slightly hoarse: "You need to tell me when you’re not feeling well in the future. Don’t carry it all by yourself, understand?"

"It’s no big deal," Qin Ruan said dismissively.

The pregnancy itself was emotionally destabilizing. She was also concerned about their child and Huo Yunjiao.

All these emotions had piled up. If she was capable of taking it all in stride, then it would be a miracle.

When he heard her stubborn response, a dark light flashed in Huo Yunjiao’s deep peach-blossom eyes.

The doctor’s words echoed in his ears.

Holding back, the hand resting on Qin Ruan’s neck slowly moved down.

Huo Yunjiao gently pushed her away, still holding her by the waist.

A look of surprise appeared in Qin Ruan’s eyes.

Before she could speak, a shadow loomed over her.

Huo Yunjiao lay next to her, mindful of the child in Qin Ruan’s belly, not wanting her to bear his weight.

There was a tension between the pair —desiring intimacy, yet keeping a distance.

Huo Yunjiao caressed Qin Ruan’s petite chin, lightly grazing his fingers over it.

"Ruanruan, we’re husband and wife, you can tell me any of your demands. As your partner, it’s my responsibility to fulfill all your needs."

Qin Ruan appeared bewildered, "..."

She blinked and then blinked again.

It took a moment before she asked, "What does that mean?"

Her clear eyes were devoid of any lustful glint.

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips pulled up into a smirk. His hand landed on Qin Ruan’s collarbone, and his head rested in the hollow of her shoulder.

His breath was warm against Qin Ruan’s skin.

Even though it wasn’t overly hot, it surprisingly stirred up desire.

Qin Ruan was completely perplexed as Huo Yunjiao’s elegant hand, perfect for playing the piano, started to play its symphony.

Qin Ruan’s eyes widened, disbelief filling her eyes.

She was seemingly unable to believe that Huo Yunjiao, with whom she had just been chatting, would take advantage of her in such a moment.

Her eyes, filled with bewilderment, were unfocused.

She tilted her head without thinking, fixing her gaze on the man before her, albeit a little unfocused.

Huo Yunjiao’s exquisite face was calm, the expression in his eyes no different.

As if what he was doing now was nothing more than an everyday occurrence.

Qin Ruan’s hand landed on the back of his hand.

It wasn’t refusal, nor acceptance.

It was a plea for a truce.

Under Qin Ruan’s clear gaze, Huo Yunjiao’s calm facade flickered, revealing a trace of embarrassment.

His throat bobbed, his voice hoarse, "Close your eyes, girl."

Qin Ruan didn’t know how to react, her eyes fixated on him unblinkingly.

Huo Yunjiao gave a quiet sigh, lowering his head, and lean in slowly towards Qin Ruan.

His lips, cooler than the average human’s body temperature, gently pressed against her eyelids.

Qin Ruan subconsciously closed her eyes.

As darkness fell, every sensation amplified.

Master Huo, in a white robe, was like a pianist. Only Qin Ruan had the privilege of being his audience, listening to the divine music that was utterly otherworldly.

His piano skills were extraordinary, the melody pleasant and captivating.

A magnificent composition that would receive praise from anyone who listened.

Qin Ruan kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them again.

In the quiet room, the sound of rapid heartbeats and erratic breathing echoed.

One could not tell who was panting so desperately.

Qin Ruan placed her hand on the pillow beside her, exuding a languid aura.

Inadvertently revealing a side of her that outsiders could never see.

Suddenly, her fingers clenched, her eyes shut tight, her long lashes trembling slightly.

The scent of the deep woods enveloped Qin Ruan, and the cooling breath from his lips assaulted her.

Master Huo was kissing her.

The kiss touched her deeply.

Qin Ruan opened her eyes slightly to see the man’s eyes gently shut.

His cool demeanor unchanged, unaffected by the confusion she was currently in.

Rationality returned abruptly.

Qin Ruan let go of her grip on the pillow and attempted to push him away.

The feeling of playing a solo act wasn’t pleasant.

She wasn’t a fan of such intimacy.

Just as she tried to refuse him, Master Huo’s deep eyes, shadowed with desire, sprung open.

His gaze held a chilling, brutal light that could not be masked.

It was the possessiveness of a predator at the apex of the food chain.

Master Huo’s daunting emotions were clearly visible in the depths of his eyes.

Only then did she realize she was not the only one in this solo act.

Her hand on his left shoulder lessened its force of refusal.

Huo Yunjiao quickly concealed the light in his eyes, afraid of scaring Qin Ruan, and gently covered her eyes with his hand.

He bent down to claim her slightly parted, speaking lips.

"Girl, I’m sorry."

His husky voice, repressed and magnetic, sounded in Qin Ruan’s ear.

She did not understand why Master Huo would apologize to her.

The rationality she had just regained was once again disrupted, leading her back into unfamiliar yet familiar territory.

The temperature in the room seemed to be rising.

Despite the onset of the fall, why was it still simmering like a broiling summer day, stirring up restlessness?

"Bang!"

A tablet that rested at the bedside slid onto the floor.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft and did not disturb the couple, newly married for half a year, who were just starting to explore new things.

Time slowly passed by.

Outside the window, the streetlights emitted a faint glow.

In the dim room, Qin Ruan’s hand rested on Master Huo’s, which had been strumming the music for a long time.

She took a cautious breath of fresh air, a light gleam in her eyes.

The streetlights from outside the window reflected into the room.

The gleam in Qin Ruan’s eyes was clearly reflected in Master Huo’s eyes.

He broke into a slight sweat.

Under her bewildered gaze, he rubbed her cheek with his chin and got up to leave without any reluctance.

Master Huo stepped into his comfortable home slippers, and under Qin Ruan’s unsteady gaze, he made a flustered exit in the direction of the bathroom.

As the bathroom door closed, Qin Ruan clearly saw that Master Huo’s clothes were slightly disheveled, but still perfectly worn on him.

Calmed and collected, his regal aura unchanged.

Almost as if everything that had just transpired had no effect on him.

She, like a beached fish gasping for water, was miserably helpless.

Master Huo, on the other hand, was like the ruler of all creatures on earth, capable of granting life, including hers.

A hint of dissatisfaction crept onto Qin Ruan’s exhausted face.

From start to finish, had she been alone in her one-woman show?

No, that wasn’t it!

Qin Ruan collapsed onto the bed, the gleam in her eyes turning misty and bright.

She had clearly heard his disruptive breath, and his husky, coaxing tone by her ear.

Just now, as he hurriedly headed to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of his flustered steps.

Despite his utmost control, that hint of panic wasn’t hidden from her.

With that realization, Qin Ruan’s flushed face looked even more alluring.

Yet, she was still certain.

Why did Master Huo provoke such an intense confrontation?

She pulled up the blanket, pressing her hot face into it.

Qin Ruan had never seen Master Huo play the piano before.

She inwardly sighed; it would be such a waste if those hands did not touch the piano.

Huo Yunjiao, who had entered the bathroom, headed towards the sink and turned on the tap to wash.

The sultry voice in his ear lingered on.

He had no idea Qin Ruan, when teasing him, could be so utterly irresistible.

She had all that it took to make any man lose his composure.

Like a mythical creature from the deep forest, her charms were far deadlier than any enchantress in the mortal world.

Master Huo once again felt the fatal attraction emanating from Qin Ruan.

It was the same sensation he felt when they first met.