Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 638 - 641 Love is Sugar, Sweet to Sorrow 8_1

Gu Shaocheng retorted, "Isn’t it all because of you, riling me up right into a raging heat over and over again, and now you dare to talk about going on strike?"

"You beast (>_<) ..."

Gu Shaocheng couldn’t help but laugh, flipping her onto the Simmons mattress, covering her with a blanket. To be a beast, well, which man, in front of the woman he loves, doesn’t wish to be a beast for a lifetime?

From under the covers, a muffled voice of Chenxing echoed, "Whimper, why am I so pitiful..."

"You pitiful? I can’t even live through these thin-broth-noodle times, and you still talk to me about pity?" Ever since he had accidentally hurt her last time, he hadn’t even laid a finger on her, yet today, the nerve she had to argue with him! Argue once more, and he would teach her a lesson!

Hunger gnawing at him, the man chuckled softly, pulling her into his arms under the blanket, indulging in the charms of his woman in broad daylight.

Chenxing couldn’t free herself and, turning to his arm, bit down hard.

Gu Shaocheng groaned unthinkingly, wincing in pain, but rather than getting angry, he laughed, offering her another spot, "You fancy biting so much? Bite here!"

Outside the door, a subordinate came over with two documents, only to be sternly blocked by the butler.

The subordinate tested the waters, "Did the Mr. get up late today? Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and gifts for this year’s Lantern Festival are waiting for his signature."

The butler sighed, "The Mr. has worn himself out recently. For this kind of trivia, go ask Mr. Bai."

The subordinate thought about it and found it reasonable. Mr. was indeed quite exhausted lately, so he nodded, "Yes, you’re thoughtful as always, butler. I’ll leave now."

After the subordinate left, the butler continued to stand guard at the door, with eyes casting down the nose.

The veteran who’d weathered numerous storms kept his face unchanged as the occasional sound of panting came from the bedroom.

And so he stood, all day long.

Early the next morning, Chenxing, lying in bed, nudged the man sleeping beside her. With a hint of excitement, she whispered, "Shaocheng, today is a big holiday, don’t you have a gift for me?"

Gu Shaocheng, heavy with sleep, mumbled, "Hmm, tell the butler to distributed a bowl of dumplings to everyone!"

Then he pulled the blanket over his head, the man drained from last night continued to sleep heartily.

What a letdown. Today wasn’t just the Lantern Festival; it was February 14th, coinciding with Valentine’s Day. Chenxing had spent all of last night figuring out whether to celebrate Valentine’s Day or Lantern Festival. And all he gave her was this line.

Chenxing wasn’t willing to let it go. She hesitated for a while, then pulled back the blanket that covered his head, "What about my gift?"

Gu Shaocheng, deep in his snoring, swatted her playful hand away, grabbed the blanket again, "Ask the butler for two bowls of dumplings for you!"

Oh no, Chenxing wanted to roar, isn’t today Valentine’s Day after all?

She huffed, turned away, sulking on her own.

Gu Shaocheng, yawning incessantly, cracked open his eyes slightly. Seeing the little girl beside him seemed upset, he managed to gather his energy to pull her body toward him. Grinning, he pinched her nose, "What’s wrong, not happy? Don’t like dumplings? So, my wife, it’s a holiday today, what are you going to give me?

Chenxing ground her teeth, "Dumplings!" I’ll choke you to death!

"Look at you. You’re not happy when I give you dumplings, but you’re still giving me dumplings? Stop throwing tantrums. If you’re not well-behaved, you’ll make me angry. Are you scared of being confined to your room?"