But My Hubby Dotes on Me

Lu Weixi, who had been asleep, seemed to feel something, and slowly opened his eyes.

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Four eyes face each other.

The room was dark and quiet, except for the breathing of the two, and only the sound of the air conditioner slowly blowing. The dim light shining from the corridor allowed her to vaguely see the current situation. Qin Zhiyou leaned over, spreading his slender arms, his entire face seemed to be right in front of her. The room was dark, and she couldn't see his expression clearly, but the light reflected from his pupils was clearly a little surprised.

Neither of them spoke, nor moved, and they maintained this stiff posture with each other.

Qin Zhiyou originally just wanted to take a look, and then leave. Later, I just wanted to touch it when she was not paying attention. Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse, and she tasted the scent of her peach-flavored toothpaste. Like the peaches eaten in summer, it is fragrant and soft.

In the next second, Lu Weixi reacted, and directly stretched out his hand, pressed his shoulder firmly, and pushed him away all at once. Then he wrapped his body in a quilt and leaned aside, turning his head to turn on the bedside lamp.

What happened to Qin Zhiyou, he really drank too much, so he came over in a daze when he was drunk? He didn't have enough fun when he just went out, so he still wanted to find her to "renew", right?

Qin Zhiyou, who was pushed away, took two steps back and watched her look back, but holding the quilt to block her body, his expression was astonished, a little wary, and a bit of concealed rejection.

He woke up almost instantaneously, his fingers clenched a fist slightly. There was still no expression on his face under the dim bedside lamp.

Lu Weixi watched him slowly approaching. Although he had already taken a bath at this time and even told Aunt Hao to clean up the clothes he changed, what flashed through her mind was the bright red lipstick and clothes. The lingering smell of perfume. She backed slowly holding the quilt, frowning, with a vigilant look on her face.

Qin Zhiyou was still approaching, even his face was only a few centimeters away from hers. Lu Weixi couldn't help but retreat a little, finally pressing his vest against the bedside table, unable to retreat.

Following Lu Weixi's eyes closed, he turned his head away, as if he didn't want to look any more, and didn't want to face what was about to happen next.