The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

"What are you chatting about?" Luo Yibei peeked over her head, his eyes glancing at her phone.

Fang Chixia was still with Anan and didn’t even look in his direction.

The sudden remark made her freeze for a moment. Lifting her head, her gaze locked with his, and then, she stiffened.

Anan has always been explicit, and the contents of her chat with Fang Chixia were totally uncensored, asking all kinds of hot questions, which posture was more convenient, which environment was the most passionate, and so on, and even feelings during the act were asked out.

Luo Yibei read the content of the two's chat for a while, his eyebrows tipping neatly, “I can’t tell, it turned out you like to study this aspect so much.”

Fang Chixia’s face burned and she awkwardly explained, “This has nothing to do with me.”

“Really?” Luo Yibei snatched her phone and scrolled up and down the conversation on it, glanced at her sideways, looked at it again, then glanced at her again, “Not a small leather whip, do you also know everything about ropes?”

Fang Chixia was struck dumbed and couldn't come up with an answer for a moment.

Luo Yibei’s fingertips slid down on her chat record, seemingly intending to keep flipping upwards, Fang Chixia jerked up on tiptoe, raised her hand and snatched the phone from his hand, “Don’t you look!”

"Are there a lot of things I shouldn't read?" Luo Yibei didn’t compete with her either, just lazily glanced at her and spoke words that were loaded with teasing.

“No, it’s all Anan’s bullshit.” Fang Chixia put away her cell phone calmly. She wanted to go upstairs and had already reached the entrance of the stairs, when Luo Yibei’s voice suddenly came from behind, “You like to study this kind of thing so much, but I have not seen how your skills have improved.”

His teasing was rambunctious and tinged with provocation.

Fang Chixia’s face exploded red, her footsteps stalled, and she turned her head awkwardly to defend herself, “I told you no, this is the first time!”

There was a pause and a serious addition, “I’m not interested in researching this kind of issue.”

“Really?” Luo Yibei stared right back at her with narrowed eyes and a whiff of playfulness rising from the corner of his lips, “If you don’t like to research, then do you prefer practice?”

Fang Chixia, “……..”

The more he spoke, the more shameless he became. Fang Chixia was choked by him and evaded continuing this topic. She turned around and continued upstairs, but Luo Yibei’s voice rang again, “You really did not feel the like before?”

Fang Chixia stumbled and almost sprained her foot.

There was a small part of her conversation with Anan where Anan insisted on her making her own comment on that text. And in annoyance, Fang Chixia just sent back a direct line, she didn’t know, she hadn’t felt anything related to it.

Luo Yibei had obviously seen that part of the conversation and probed for an answer.

Flustered by the question, it was tempting to put him down a bit thinking of his own remark about her skills.

“Your skills still need improvement.” Her gaze flicked to his face and she dropped the word. Before he could change his face, she turned with the hem of her skirt raised, and ran for room upstairs.

She disappeared in a flash knowing full well how Luo Yibei would react to such discontent.

She reached the upstairs to the guest room, and slammed the door shut.

Luo Yibei’s footsteps sounded outside the corridor a few seconds later, walking unhurriedly, but it made Fang Chixia feel doubly oppressed.

His footsteps drew closer and finally stopped outside her room.

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