An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 139 Pushing the envelope
Hearing her affirmative answer, the man seemed to finally relax, no longer displaying a domineering and oppressive attitude, but slowly retreating to his original position, leaning back against the car seat.

He closed his eyelids, freeing one hand to pinch his brow with his thumb and forefinger.

He looked somewhat tired and a bit listless.

Meng Youyou turned her head and stared blankly at her lover, who was both strange and familiar.

After a brief hesitation, she leaned in close, wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and clasped her hands together tightly on either side.

Just like at the beginning, nothing has changed.

She gently pressed her face against the man's chest, and could hear the strong, powerful heartbeat pounding in his chest.

Huo Qingshan seemed somewhat surprised by this. He lifted his eyelids and looked down to see a fluffy little head pointing at him with its head held high.

Without a second thought, he bent down and kissed the top of the girl's head, whispering, "Weren't you scared?"

Ultimately, he was still not rational enough and lost his composure. He couldn't figure out how much of his bad behavior was intentional and how much was out of control, or which aspect prevailed.
He closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, simply because he didn't want to see the fear and wariness in her eyes, or perhaps... disgust.

Do I regret it? Huo Qingshan asked himself while pressing his temples. Before he could find the answer, he felt a pair of slender, soft arms climb up to him.

A few seconds later, the girl nestled against his chest and whispered in reply, "I was scared."

The man's eyes dimmed, and his lips, which were pressed against the girl's hair, trembled, as if he wanted to leave.

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly added, "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to hug you."

Because she suddenly realized that she even liked his reckless and bad-natured side.

He gently embraced her shoulders and arms, and the warm breath from the top of her head lingered there for a long time. The slight warmth miraculously crossed her skin and flesh, reaching her heart and giving her a warm and reassuring feeling.

Meng Youyou placed her hands behind the man's waist, her fingers fidgeting with the leather edge of his belt, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you do today? Can you tell me?"

“I know everything you did today,” he replied, cleverly answering her question. “You were with Lu Feng, following us all day?” she asked to confirm.

"Ah."

Meng Youyou suddenly tilted her head back to avoid his kiss, reminding him, "Stop kissing me, I haven't washed my hair for two days."

Upon hearing this, he stroked her hair, his fingertips sliding through the strands from top to bottom, repeating this action several times before saying seriously, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, please forgive me?"

As he said this, the man stared intently at her, and for a fleeting moment, Meng Youyou felt as if she were about to be sucked into him.

At first, she didn't think it was a big deal. She had asked Lu Feng to keep such an important matter from him, so she was in the wrong first. It was inevitable that he would be angry or vent his anger afterward, and she was mentally prepared for that.

Actually, Meng Youyou almost managed to calm herself down a little while ago.

But now that he apologized, those hidden emotions that had been suppressed were instantly rekindled under his coaxing... and came back with a vengeance.

Meng Youyou suddenly pounced on his shoulder and bit down hard, her hands quickly joining in the revenge, pinching his waist without mercy.

His actions, seemingly driven by venting his anger, were truly forceful.

The man, subjected to her combined physical and verbal attacks, remained completely silent.

After a while, the teeth relaxed, and Meng Youyou stepped back two inches, admiring for a few seconds the masterpiece she had left on his shoulder and neck—two rows of deep red teeth marks.

She looked up at him with a smile, her eyebrows curving and her eyes sparkling, and then announced to him magnanimously, "Now we're even."

The man raised an eyebrow and a meaningful smile curved his lips as he replied, "Really? The spot I just pinched doesn't seem to be the same spot you pinched."

Upon hearing this, the blush that had been fading from the girl's cheeks returned, turning a deep tomato red in an instant. She angrily punched his chest: "You always know how to push your luck!"

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