Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 325 Pigsy Carrying His Bride
To be honest, Hu Xiaobei was conflicted.

When he lacked the means to provide her with a better and more stable life, he worried that he couldn't give her a better and more stable one, so he always tried to control his emotions.

After gaining sufficient power, he worried that he was dreaming, and that the dream would end once he had a relationship with An Xiaoqian.

Perhaps it was due to his "white moonlight" mentality, but whenever Hu Xiaobei saw An Xiaoqian, he thought more about how to protect and safeguard her than about possessing her.

Of course, it's absolutely impossible to say I don't like her.

He was certain that his feelings for An Xiaoqian were love, even though every time he saw her innocent appearance... he would feel an involuntary sexual pull.

But when he was with An Xiaoqian, every moment of his emotional flutter and every physical impulse felt so real.

However, almost every time he lost control of himself, one reason or another would cause him to enter a state of sanity.

He wasn't sure if it was because he had too much self-control, or if there were other unknown factors at play.

But after several years of building up their relationship, their feelings for each other had become so intense that it was time to make some changes.

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, rested his chin on An Xiaoqian's shoulder, and then hugged her from behind, teasingly saying, "Oh~ Qianqian, what are you looking at? Why is your whole face so red?"

An Xiaoqian was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice Hu Xiaobei's arrival until she heard him speak. Her body went limp, and she leaned shyly and emotionally against Hu Xiaobei's chest.

She nestled into Hu Xiaobei's arms as usual, a smile playing on her lips. She hummed softly, "Mmm," and whispered, "I...I don't want to tell you~ If you want to know, see for yourself~"

After saying that, her shy and timid face seemed to become even hotter.

Hu Xiaobei was already holding An Xiaoqian tightly from behind. At this moment, his hands slowly moved upwards along her soft waist, and he held her firmly under her armpits at a sixty-degree angle.

Taking advantage of the moment she trembled slightly from the tingling sensation, his slender fingers covered the back of her hand, first stroking it lightly, then deftly slipping between her fingers to envelop her hand and the phone in his palm.

His warm breath gently brushed against her flushed earlobe, sending a slight shiver through her: "Let me see, what comments have captivated our Sisi like this?"

He glanced down at the comments on the mobile version of the XiXi website, rubbed his arm lightly a couple of times, and sighed, "Look, the public still has a good sense of the big picture; they're all urging you to change your address to 'husband' in the comments. Aren't you going to follow public opinion?"

After saying that, he deliberately raised his chin slightly, tilted his right ear to the side, and smiled as if listening attentively.

"How can someone call someone 'husband' before even getting married..."

An Xiaoqian's earlobes flushed a light red, like clouds dyed by the sunset. Even the last syllable of her voice was tinged with a burning heat, trembling as it fell.

As she tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttered, and the tip of her nose brushed against Hu Xiaobei's chin before she quickly nestled into the crook of his neck like a startled butterfly.

Hu Xiaobei put down his phone, lightly pressed his right hand against her conscience, and deliberately lowered his voice as if he hadn't heard her clearly, asking, "What... is your name?"

As he spoke, he pressed his hand down and pulled her closer to him.

Warm breath brushed against An Xiaoqian's ear again, and the whispers that came through seemed to carry a strange allure.

An Xiaoqian's mind went blank for a moment, and she blurted out almost reflexively, "Husband...husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had been tricked.

"Hey—" Hu Xiaobei didn't care about anything else, and answered very decisively, drawing out the tone.

She could only bury her burning cheeks shyly deeper into his neck, her little fists frantically pounding his thigh, muttering with a mixture of shame and annoyance, "Hmph~ You...you cheated!"

Hu Xiaobei brushed his chin against her forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Qianqian, you're so good, that sounds so nice. Call me 'husband' again!"

At the same time, his right hand gently swayed around her chest and abdomen, his fingertips caressing her most tender conscience through the thin fabric. An Xiaoqian noticed his little gesture, her eyelashes fluttered twice when she looked up, her nose wrinkled into a small ball and she let out a soft hum, but she ignored him.

When she caught a glimpse of Hu Xiaobei's triumphant look out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but secretly pinch his fingertip. But when she met his carefree smile, her ears turned burning red.

Hu Xiaobei's heart fluttered. He lowered his head and took her earlobe into his mouth, gently sucking and rubbing it. His breath, warm and soft, seeped into her ear: "That sound was too soft just now, I didn't hear it clearly."

Then, he gently lifted her chin with his left hand, his thumb caressing her rosy lips: "Be a good girl, call me 'husband' a couple more times, okay?"

An Xiaoqian turned her face away, avoiding his burning and aggressive gaze, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Hu Xiaobei lifted her up with one hand and placed her in front of him. He then gently pinched her chin and brought her close, his forehead lightly touching hers, as if about to do something naughty.

Seeing that they had fallen into a disadvantageous position and were being manipulated at will by Hu Xiaobei.

An Xiaoqian was unwilling to give up, so she quickly pecked him on the corner of his lips, trying to turn the tables.

Hu Xiaobei was taken aback by her sudden attack, then chuckled softly. Instead of responding, he gently put her down and laid her on his lap.

Then, he rested his chin on her shoulder, his nose brushing against the back of her ear, and whispered softly, "Sissi, I really want to hear you call me 'husband' every time I open my eyes. How about... we get married sooner?"

The voice sounded sweet and tender, yet also seemed to conceal a barely perceptible tension.

An Xiaoqian blushed and tried to struggle symbolically, but he held her down and gently laid her on his chest.

The violent pounding of her heart was transmitted through the fabric, making her ears burn and her throat tighten. She could only manage a weak, muffled "hmm," the last syllable barely audible.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the soft "hmm" was a coquettish resistance or a tacit consent born of passion.

Hu Xiaobei felt the slight tremor of the beauty in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he simply tucked the stray hairs from her hair behind her ear.

At that moment, the sunset glow slanted in through the window, casting a faint golden edge on An Xiaoqian's reddened earlobes.

He tilted his head and planted a light, fleeting kiss on An Xiaoqian's ear: "You agreed so reluctantly, so don't go back on your word tomorrow, okay?"

An Xiaoqian felt a ticklish sensation from his breath, and gently pressed her fingertips against his chin: "Who...who agreed..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mother called him to dinner from the living room.

Hu Xiaobei looked down at An Xiaoqian sitting on his lap, looking adorable, and his smile grew even gentler. He said softly, "Let's go. I specially made your 'favorite' dish."

He first gently stroked An Xiaoqian's reddened nose, then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly lifted her up.

An Xiaoqian instinctively wrapped her arms around Hu Xiaobei's neck, about to ask him what he was going to do, when he steadily carried her on his back.

Hu Xiaobei adjusted her position to make her more comfortable leaning on his back. As he slowly walked towards the door, he deliberately lowered his voice and hummed a humorous tune, the rhythm of "deng deng deng" varying in speed.

An Xiaoqian's cheek was pressed tightly against his warm nape, and she could clearly feel Hu Xiaobei's strong support and regular breathing.

She couldn't help but swagger around her long, slender legs, gently poking Hu Xiaobei's cheek with her fingertip, and pressed, "What delicious food did you make? Tell me the truth, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Hu Xiaobei swayed his shoulders, deliberately bouncing up on his back as he carried her, feeling the soft touch on her back. His voice held a satisfied smile: "Now is the special time for 'Pigsy carrying his wife.' The secret will be revealed after I safely deliver my little wife to the dining table!"

After saying that, he gently bounced it again, the amplitude of which was just right.

An Xiaoqian laughed and joked on his back, gently pounding his shoulders with her hands, having long forgotten the previous problem.

(End of this chapter)