Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Why are you back?"

She was barefoot, with slender white legs, like a princess, wearing a beautiful dress, sitting there.

His eyes were filled with surprise.

The man was dressed freshly. He had obviously just come in after taking a shower, and his hair was still a little wet.

Close the door, walk in, and come to her.

"Come back and sleep with your wife."

He held her armpits with both hands and picked her up like a child.

Broad shoulders, explosive muscles, hugging her tightly, strong and rough.

The cold breath rushed towards her face, wrapping her around her, bringing with it the scorching body temperature.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, "You...work is over?"

He rubbed her nose and said with gentle eyes, "No, I have to go there early tomorrow morning."

"Then how did you-"

"I miss my wife," he said.

He carried her to the bed and kissed her.

He seemed to be aware of her emotions, so he came back specifically.

He seemed to rarely sleep these days, and there was a slight dark green under his eyes.

Tired, but not showing it.

Just like this, he squeezed out the time and ran back to be with her.

When she didn't say what she missed, he said it for her.

Press her down on the bed, intertwining their fingers, rubbing their ears and temples together.

Every breath is full of thoughts.

"Wife..."

She looked at the stubble on his chin that he hadn't had time to shave, pursed her red lips and whispered.

"Did you drive back alone?"

Although City A is not far away, it still takes two hours to drive. He actually...

He hummed, his dense stubble pricking her hard, "It's okay, it's not far, we'll be there in a short drive."

"..."

It's strange that it's not far away.

She touched the dark blue under his eyes distressedly and said, "Why don't you use this time to sleep?"

It took four hours to go back and forth, which was enough for him to sleep for a while.

He curled his lips slightly, grabbed her hand, and kissed it, "It's okay, I'm not sleepy."

What's more, where is sleeping as important as having a wife?

If his wife is unhappy, he has to come back to comfort her.

Otherwise, it won’t work if my wife is gone.

"Have you eaten well?" He rubbed her belly.

"Did you deal with it casually?"

"…………"

Is he a roundworm in her belly?

She whispered awkwardly, "No, I had a great dinner."

He raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

I don’t know if I believe it or not.

"What now? Are you hungry? Do you want a midnight snack?"

It was obviously him who came back in a hurry. He had been busy for so long without stopping for a moment, but in the end, he spoke out of concern for her.

It seemed that as soon as she asked her what she wanted to eat, he would immediately make it and bring it to her.

"..." Her nose was slightly sour, "Are you a fool?"

"Um?"

She hugged him tightly and said, "I'm not hungry, I also... miss you."

The man paused, and then his mood seemed to become very good.

The fatigue from driving back all night had dissipated a lot. He kissed her and lay down.

"Wife..."

"..." She hummed muffledly.

Zhou Bingran's voice paused slightly.

This seemed... to be the first time she responded to him.

Respond positively rather than denying it.

"Wife?"

"Um."

"Wife, wife?"

"……what?"

He held her face in his hands, his eyes blazing, as intense as a jackal or a beast.

"You agreed?"

She was stunned.

Immediately, he reacted quickly.

"I……"

Before she could say anything, he kissed her.

He almost wanted to kiss her to death.

"Well--"