The Lady's Sickly Husband

The news of Ning Shaoqing getting well made the village head sincerely happy and suggest, with a good intention, that Mr. Ning rest for a few more days, but the suggestion was rejected by Mo Qianxue immediately.

When Mo Qianxue got back from the head's house, Ning Shaoqing was leaning on the bed and reading a book.

The smile on his lips, thick and dense dangling hair, navy-blue robe and the sapphire-blue belt against the plain-color quilt gave him an unusual beauty.

As if all his cold and indifference was unloaded overnight.

Mo Qianxue was stunned for a moment!

Seeing her coming in, Ning Shaoqing closed the book, sat up, got out of bed and walked to her in an elegant manner, "You're back. This new book you bought is good!"

Talking about the book, Mo Qianxue was reminded of that pot of high-quality tea and the broken tea set…

The hand that had wanted to help him lie down for rest paused for a second and was taken back. Then as she thought of the 'bitch' he had cursed, the fury was fueled up and she turned around heading for outside.

Yesterday, since he was in a coma, she didn't want to blame him at once, but even if she didn't mention it, it didn't mean that he could take it as nothing had happened. Now that they were going to live together for long, she shouldn't let him get used to a bad habit.

Seeing Mo Qianxue's change of expression and sudden turning around, Ning Shaoqing knew something was wrong and dashed over to pull her back.

This girl had been treating him with sincerity and care, something he confirmed the moment he woke up. Back then, he had wanted to shout out loud his joy, because from that moment, his scarred heart tortured by his most close ones began to immerse into the warmth she gave him and to heal gradually…

In the past, his dilemma between wanting to accept her and not daring to do so kept him vacillate. His fragility and inner conflict prevented him from thinking too much about this girl before him. Now that his phycological struggle was streamlined and he really began to like her, of course they were kind of telepathic.

Ning Shaoqing hugged her from behind to stop her from getting out and apologized, which he should have done yesterday!

Being wrapped by Ning Shaoqing's thin but broad chest and hearing the apologetic words, Mo Qianxue was shocked and her body turned stiff.

This cold and proud and hansome and outstanding man said sorry?

For a long time, Mo Qianxue's brain was blank before she came back to reality. Ning Shaoqing looked thin, but beneath his clothes were muscles. The warm embrace suddenly reddened her face and sped up her heartbeat.

She had figured out the truth of the incident happened on that day. She was just mistaken as another woman.

The damn bitch Fang Taoer! She shall go and educate her, sooner or later!

Yet, today she mustn't forgive him so easily. Thinking of this, Mo Qianxue's little face pulled long, "Sorry? For what? Does Mr. Ning also make mistakes?"

Finishing this, she tried to pull his palms off her to get rid of the warm hug.

Ning Shaoqing had never tried to coax and please a woman, so he instantly got anxious when he saw Mo Qianxue's change of expression and heard her questioning.

But he didn't let go, but closely seized her little hands which were struggling against his fingers. Then he clasped both of her hands and hugged her harder with arms around her waist.

He feared. He feared that as soon as he released, she would really piss off and ignore him forever.

"Please…please listen to me." The pose embarrassed both of them, but he didn't plan to release her. Today, he wanted to tell her every bit of his inner struggle.

Mo Qianxue shook her head like a rattle-drum, "I don't want to…let me go…" She wouldn't surrender by a hug. That swearing of bitch had really hurt her.

"If you don't, I won't let you go." Ning Shaoqing usually looked mild, but in fact, he had a hegemonic temperament. He didn't know how to coax a woman, but by instinct, he embraced her tight and didn't let go.

The two stayed in deadlock for a long time when Mo Qianxue's struggle like a cornered animal announced futile, and later she didn't dare to move because she felt something against her back waist. Her face flushed momentarily. He should…

Although she was an old virgin, but she had seen a pig running even if she never ate pork. She knew the normal physical reaction of a man.

Instantly, there was a flow of heat in her chest…

Um! It seemed to have a good size! But, but she herself had a body still toooooo young!

"Xue, listen, I'm just…" Mo Qianxue's stray thought was towed back by the gentle whisper near her ear. Though her face was still heated, her brain restored its function.

"What? Cough…you make me breathless." In embarrassment, her tone of blame sounded shy.

Hearing this, Ning Shaoqing also coughed with shyness and loosed his arms but didn't release, only giving her more space to breathe.

The puffs from near her ear sneaked around her neck, generating waves of shiver, which at once again made Mo Qianxue feel irresistibly itching for something. Her heart was softened and turned less determined.

After all, he didn't do that on purpose. He was in a half coma at time that. And the words didn't target at her…

"…" Thinking of this, she swallowed the mean words she was about to say.

Ning Shaoqing could feel that though the girl in his arms remained silent, there was a sigh of compromise. Therefore, he explained gently to her ear everything that had happened on that day and stressed repeatedly that he didn't touch Fang Taoer at all. Even the palm at her was shot in the air.

They held each other, one speaking and the other listening, one proud and the other mild…

She knew it was that bitch! Mo Qianxue began to ponder how to tear up that pitch personally, but the touch and gentle whisper made her heart as soft as water.

"Xue. I'm so sorry!"

The words uttered as if in sleep constituted a flow of warmth running into her heart and heel the past scar in it.

This cold shy man should droop down and apologize to her as well as explaining everything. This was enough for her, not to mention that the words contained not only apology but also sadness…

She needed to operate the relationship, but she shouldn't go too far.

"In the future, I promise you that I will never hurt you again…"

The soft gentle begging rang into her ears again. Hesitating for a while, Mo Qianxue turned around and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist too.

It was near winter and the air was cool. But Ning Shaoqing felt heated within his body. He wanted more, but he shouldn't. He shouldn't hurt the woman in his arms.

Unless the poison in his body was dissolved, he could never have sex.

With a light cough, he lingeringly let go of the person in his arms, taking her hands and sitting on bed together.

The eyes deep as lake were fixed on Mo Qianxue. A moment later, he helped her tuck the stray hair behind her ear and started to talk.

For the first time, he spoke his mind and talked about his past…