The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

Her gentle pleading sounded particularly coquettish. Her endearment was tenderly docile which stimulated Luo Yibei almost to an uncontrollable impulse.

His gratification was quite unambiguous as he looked down on her. He raised a brow and the curvature on his lips swayed once more.

“What did you say?” His eyes darted on the side of her face and asked nonchalantly.

Fang Chixia has never abandoned observing his expressions. The obvious improvement on his countenance proved that her words have played a role.

Truth to tell, she didn’t know he would be satisfied with it. She only blurted it out purely in consideration of the plot.

After saying so, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Nevertheless, calling him this way didn’t matter. This was no time to be pretentious.

Brazenly tightening her arms around his neck, she looked him in the eye and called out again, “Husband.”

Staring back at her meaningfully, Luo Yibei moved his hands from her lower back slightly upwards and pulled her towards him a tad too strong.

His considerable strength tugged at Fang Chixia as if a kite off the line, slamming her into his arms.

Luo Yibei caught her and wrapped an around her slender waist.

The two faced each other closely.

Fang Chixia was caught off guard and could only watch Lou Yibei’s grin with smoldering inky eyes flashing before her. The radiance of his gaze brought about a bit of flavor.

At the close distance between their faces, she could feel his breath spraying out, faint, slightly hot, but also accompanied by the crisp spring mountain breeze.

Fang Chixia has never stared at him at such close distance. Being stared at by him with such a look, her heart couldn’t help but jump a bit.

She couldn’t control her reaction but before she could avert her eyes, Luo Yibei forced her to face him again.

“Miss Fang, are you being shy?” The teasing tone behind his question couldn’t be dismissed. He even accompanied it with a raise of an eyebrow.

“I just want to go back to the room. ” Fang Chixia propped up her hand in between them. She moved sideways to march into the room, but Luo Yibei clenched her chin up and claimed her lips.

Conditioned to resist, Fang Chixia struggled to move away but her wrist was instantly imprisoned.

Her lips were bitten with a touch of coolness. When he let her loose, a glamorous arc graced his lips. He stared at her bright red lips and gently brushed her lips with her fingertips in satisfaction.

“Not bad,” He dropped a word and sauntered into the room.

There was no extra words added and his meaning remained unclear.

Fang Chixia stood in the same place for a while with her face flushed.

Was he playing with her?

Fang Chixia remained in the balcony for a while, massaging her sore waist then followed Luo Yibei back into their room.

With the long time she was suspended, her waist was really in pain. It seemed detached from her body. Her walking and sitting were all done slowly. Even her face showed her discomfort.

Luo Yibei looked at her meaningfully and then asked, “Do you want me to help you?”

TLN: Okay, I’m done with adjectives Anyway, I’m learning.