Chapter 171: His tenderness is a poison she cannot resist
Before Xuan Le opened his mouth, he already knew the result. He would let Long Qianqian see Xuan Le, so he would be sure that there would never be an affair between them.
Xuan Le looked back and forth at the two people in front of him, a calm but domineering little woman in his arms.
His beautiful eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were averted, and he suddenly felt that there was no need to stay here at all.
He turned around and left, and only then did Long Qianqian dare to cast her eyes on his lonely back.
The big hands on her waist tightened, and a hot breath invaded her cold lips.
"If I keep reading, I'm going to get angry."
She broke free from his grasp and left quickly.
Her heart was haunted as never before, and his touch always made her want to run away.
Ever since she fell ill, Long Henyang had never touched her again, and he would only hold her in his arms when he fell asleep at night.
It wasn't that she wanted to be touched by him, but she found it very strange.
Isn't it strange that a man who always regards her as his own and has no physical defects suddenly suppresses his desires?
And recently, she feels that she loves sleeping more, and she wants to sleep for 25 hours a day, 24 hours a day.
Apart from sleeping, she didn't feel any other discomfort. Aunt Wu would stew some soup for her to drink every day, saying it would help her stomach.
In the middle of the night, Long Qianqian woke up from being greedy for the white buns in her dream. When she woke up, she found that her saliva had flowed onto Long Henyang's arm.
She really wanted to eat steamed buns when she thought of them, and she wanted to eat them now.
She gently tried to escape from his confinement, but he woke up as soon as she moved.
"Qianqian, what are you going to do?"
Long Qianqian swallowed her saliva and looked at him pitifully.
"I want to eat steamed buns!"
It was so late and there was nowhere to sell it. She knew her request was excessive, but she just couldn't help it.
It seems like I will die if I don’t eat today.
Long Henyang understood in his heart when he saw her holding back her saliva.
"Quickly change your clothes and I'll take you out to eat."
Pregnant women love to eat, and he still has this common sense.
So don't ask anything.
Long Henyang drove the car out of the garage, and she was already standing outside the door waiting for him.
Long Qianqian got into the passenger seat. Instead of driving, he got out of the car and fastened her seat belt.
"Brother, why are you so serious? You don't believe in your skills?"
Anyway, there aren't many dangers late at night, so it doesn't matter whether you fasten your seat belt or not.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled: "Your safety is more important than anything else."
On the cold streets, shop doors were closed, and only a few shops open 24 hours a day still had their lights on.
But none of those shops sell steamed buns.
Long Qianqian pursed her lips, thinking that she would not be able to eat anymore.
"Where are we going? Is there anywhere else that sells it in the middle of the night?"
Long Henyang gave her a reassuring smile and said, "It must be there. Even if it isn't, for the sake of my wife's stomach, I will let it be."
The title "wife" sounded particularly awkward. Long Qianqian stared intently at his chiseled profile, which looked so ethereal under the illumination of the street lamp.
It's like a phantom that seems to disappear in the next second.
"Don't call me that, I'm not used to it."
Her thin voice floated into his ears, and Long Henyang was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and smiled softly.
"You are my woman. There is nothing wrong with calling me wife. You can get used to it slowly."
Long Qianqian clasped her hands together and locked them together. What she feared most was Long Henyang's tenderness, which was a poison she could not resist.