The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 277 - 170: Lu Jingchen, Are You Not Up to the Task?

And yet, this man is such a bastard, merely teasing her without giving her the satisfaction she craves.

Song Qiao’s hand clutched the man’s shoulder, and with a slight force, she immediately left a red mark on his skin. Gasping for breath, she provocatively said, "Lu Jingchen, are you not up for it?"

The last thing a man wants to hear is his woman questioning his ability, which is akin to plucking the whiskers from a tiger’s face.

True to form, the next second saw Lu Jingchen’s face darken, and as he looked down at the flush that had begun to spread across her small face, he let out a low chuckle and leaned close to her ear. With a hint of ambiguity, he took her earlobe in his mouth and whispered in a husky voice that felt like a murmur, "Whether I’m up for it or not, why don’t we find out soon?"

No sooner had he finished speaking, his body pressed down, and he moved in the most primal manner, not wanting to continue teasing her any longer.

As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, she instantly regretted it. But before she could voice her regret, he had already started moving, turning all her would-be words into moans.

After their lovemaking, Song Qiao didn’t even want to move a muscle and just lay on his chest embraced in his arms, with no space between them.

Lu Jingchen looked down at the woman lying on top of him, chuckled softly, and spoke in a voice that was incredibly raspy and utterly sexy, "Tapped out so soon? Qiaoqiao, it seems your stamina still needs... enhancement."

Enhancement, my ass.

Song Qiao had the urge to kick this man off the bed. She shot him a glare and spoke through gritted teeth, "Lu Jingchen, you bastard..."

This man had just vigorously exhausted her with various positions. And since she had learned dance as a child, she could manage many difficult positions at his will, which was a headache for Song Qiao.

No matter what, the one who always benefited was Lu Jingchen, this man. So why did it turn out to be her who suffered?

Her back was aching now, and any movement felt extremely unpleasant.

What’s more... this man was still inside her without pulling out, which made her desperately wish she could find a hole to crawl into.

"Yep, I’m a bastard." Lu Jingchen didn’t argue, his face still smiling, teasing even, and there was a hint of indulgence in his gaze that was hard for others to notice, "Go again?"

Song Qiao, "No... Ugh."

However, without waiting for Song Qiao to respond, Lu Jingchen had already started moving, turning her intended protests into nothing but soft murmurs.

By the time Lu Jingchen finally let her go, more than three hours had passed. Song Qiao was drenched as if she had been fished out of water, soaked in sweat, and lay on the bed completely limp, not even wanting to move a finger. She breathed in gasps, her eyes slightly closed, not even sure if she had fallen asleep.

After preparing the bath, Lu Jingchen walked out of the bathroom, naked as Song Qiao, and seeing the woman lying in bed like a corpse, felt a softness in his heart. He went to the bedside, knelt on one knee, gathered her in his arms, and with his well-defined hands, brushed aside her sweat-drenched hair, "I’ll carry you to the bath now, alright?"

Actually, upon seeing the naked Song Qiao, the calm flame within him that had been contained with difficulty once again surged up eagerly. However, as soon as he saw the various bite marks and bruises on Song Qiao’s body, some looking rather grievous, the surging flame within him was fiercely suppressed.

Song Qiao glared at him, but didn’t say anything, merely snorting as a response.

Lu Jingchen chuckled, teasingly flicked her nose, then carried her straight to the bathroom.

...

The next morning, when Song Qiao woke up, she felt pain all over her body, especially around her waist and the roots of her thighs, almost as if they didn’t belong to her.

It took nearly half a minute of staring at the ceiling after opening her eyes before she gradually recalled the several hours this man had tormented her last night.

She was already in a comfortable nightgown, the soft fabric clung cozily to her, and she felt none of the scorching sensation below, which was odd considering how roughly Lu Jingchen, that bastard, toyed with her last night—it should have hurt, but it didn’t.

Clearly... the man had applied medicine to her wounds.

Just as she thought to throw off the covers and get up, she felt the pair of hands around her waist tighten, then the head nestled close to her nuzzled its way into the crook of her neck. Only then did Song Qiao belatedly realize that this man had held her all night as they slept.

She tried to pry the man’s firm grip loose with her hand, but was only pulled in closer, especially with his warm breath on her neck making her quite uncomfortable. Unable to bear it, she spoke up, "Lu Jingchen, let go, I need to get up."

The man didn’t open his eyes but neither did he loosen his hold, his voice husky and mesmerizing in the early morning, "I’m so sleepy, Qiaoqiao, let’s sleep a little longer, hmm? It’s still early..."

"I can’t sleep anymore." Song Qiao replied without hesitation, no longer having any intention to continue sleeping, having already taken a long nap of over two hours at home the previous afternoon. Compared to Lu Jingchen, she definitely had enough sleep.

Lu Jingchen, upon hearing her words, finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with indistinct bloodshot streaks, suggesting that he had not slept enough.

Without letting go of her waist, he swiftly pulled her onto his body, one hand grasping the back of her head and the other securing her waist. He then raised his head and sealed her lips with his.

Song Qiao was momentarily stunned, her eyes wide as she gazed at the handsome face so close to hers. She could clearly see his long eyelashes flutter as, belatedly attempting to get up, the man gave her a deep kiss before letting her go.

Song Qiao immediately turned and sat on the edge of the bed, her pink lips looked somewhat glistening—a result of their shared... saliva.

Observing Song Qiao, whose mood seemed a bit huffy now, he felt visibly better, but he didn’t get up straight away. He continued lying there, with the blanket unknowingly slipped to his waist, revealing his well-defined chest.

When Song Qiao met Lu Jingchen’s eyes, eyes that had unknowingly taken on a faint hint of desire, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly jumped out of bed and said, "I’ll go down and prepare breakfast; you keep sleeping. I’ll come up later to wake you."

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