CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: LET HER TOUCH

Jiang Jingming came back from work and saw Sang Yu sitting on the sofa drawing, sitting all crooked.

Jiang Jingming approached and straightened her head.

"Sit properly."

Sang Yu was defiant, "No."

The head he had straightened tilted again.

Jiang Jingming put the meals he was holding on the table, then reached out and pinched her chin, gently pulling her toward him.

"Can you sit properly? Hmm?" The man’s gaze was extremely assertive, as if if she dared to refute again, he would tear her apart and devour her.

"I can." Sang Yu quickly said.

Jiang Jingming smiled and pecked lightly on her red lips.

"Get ready for dinner."

He turned around and carried the dishes to the dining table.

Sang Yu blushed, looked down at her drawing, and complained to Jiang Jingming, "You made me mess up my drawing."

The man’s voice came over, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Sang Yu pouted, "Fine, I’ll reluctantly forgive you."

Sang Yu put on her slippers and walked to the dining table.

"Smells so good, what did you buy?"

"Braised pork and stewed eggplant." Jiang Jingming placed chopsticks and a bowl in front of Sang Yu, serving her some white rice.

Sang Yu eagerly picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

"Did you touch any cold water today?" Jiang Jingming asked, looking at her.

Sang Yu shook her head, "No."

"Hmm, good girl." Jiang Jingming raised his hand and ruffled her soft hair.

Sang Yu objected, "Can you stop treating me like a kid?"

"Aren’t you?" Jiang Jingming’s eyes were full of affection.

"I’m not small." Sang Yu retorted without thinking.

The man’s gaze gradually lowered, and after a moment, he solemnly said, "Indeed, not small."

Sang Yu sensed something was off with his tone, and when she looked up, she found his gaze focused somewhere specific.

Sang Yu hurriedly covered her chest and shouted, "Pervert."

Jiang Jingming chuckled lightly, "You’re my wife, how is it perverse for me to look at my wife? What will happen in the future then?"

What future? She couldn’t understand.

Sang Yu decided not to talk to this man anymore; he was too good with words.

She started eating the food in big bites, as if venting her anger on it like it was Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming said with a smile in his eyes, "Eat slowly, no one is taking it from you."

Sang Yu stuck out her tongue at him and continued to eat.

She didn’t realize that she seemed different from before. She would never have opposed Jiang Jingming like this in the past.

But Jiang Jingming really liked her this way.

Vibrant, full of life.

Sang Yu finished her meal quickly, "I’m done eating. I’m going to continue drawing."

Recently, Sang Yu had decided to venture into a new field; she suddenly wanted to design clothes.

She’s been learning recently, and she wanted to design a qipao, as she thought Wei Jin looked beautiful in one.

She wanted to design a new-style qipao.

This type of qipao was very popular in the 21st century.

She hadn’t forgotten that she wanted to achieve financial freedom, buy a house, and, when old, just collect rent casually.

Not when old, but when she doesn’t want to work anymore, she’d just collect rent.

So she’s now preparing to expand her business.

Jiang Jingming reminded her, "Don’t lie down like before after just eating; get up and walk around."

Sang Yu had eaten quite a bit earlier, and Jiang Jingming was afraid she’d have indigestion since she was still recovering.

Sang Yu pretended not to hear and continued drawing.

Halfway through, Jiang Jingming took her drawing away.

"What are you doing? I’m drawing." Sang Yu complained.

"Clothes? Changing professions?" The man asked casually, looking at the drawing.

"No, but I plan to start a new business. I’m planning to design a qipao for my cousin-in-law. What do you think?" Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming with sparkling eyes.

Jiang Jingming nodded appreciatively, "It’s really nice; very pretty."

Sang Yu smiled, "Right, right, I learned it by myself."

Her face was written all over with, "Praise me more, see how great I am."

Jiang Jingming put down the drawing, smiled slightly, "Hmm, very impressive."

Sang Yu instantly looked smug, "That’s right."

"But don’t draw now, come walk with me in the backyard." Jiang Jingming took her pencil and got her up.

"What for?"

"To digest." Jiang Jingming said, helping her with a jacket.

Autumn had arrived, and it was getting a bit cold. He couldn’t let her catch a chill.

"I don’t want to go; I don’t want to walk." Sang Yu resisted.

"No way, you ate too much earlier and need to digest, or you’ll feel uncomfortable." Jiang Jingming said firmly.

In the end, Sang Yu was taken for a half-hour walk by Jiang Jingming.

Actually, Sang Yu only walked for ten minutes; the rest was spent playing mind games with Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming indulged her.

So after half an hour, Sang Yu went back to her drawing again.

She drew until after nine at night, and Sang Yu’s first qipao was considered complete.

"Jiang Jingming."

Jiang Jingming heard Sang Yu’s voice and, thinking something happened, ran out of the bathroom before putting on a shirt.

"What’s wrong?" Jiang Jingming ran into the room, looking at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu glanced at Jiang Jingming in front of her and immediately turned her head.

"Why are you not wearing clothes?"

The man was only wearing pants on his lower body, with nothing on his upper body.

His muscular upper body was exposed, muscles well-defined.

Jiang Jingming looked down and realized he had been in such a hurry that he forgot to put on a shirt, reached for a top to wear,

but on second thought, he decided not to.

He walked up to Sang Yu, "What do you need me for?"

Sang Yu sneaked a look to the side; he still hadn’t put on a shirt.

"Put on your clothes first."

She was afraid she couldn’t resist wanting to touch.

Jiang Jingming had a teasing glint in his eye, "It’s alright, I’m still wet; I’d just get my clothes wet again."

"I—I have nothing to tell you; you should dry yourself first."

Sang Yu’s face turned red again.

However, the man didn’t leave, instead walked right up to Sang Yu.

"Didn’t you want to touch before? Why don’t you even dare to look now?" Jiang Jingming said on purpose.

Sang Yu immediately went on the defensive, akin to a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Who says I don’t dare?"

Sang Yu stared directly at the man, his well-defined abs on full display, his bronzed skin strong and warm under the light.

His voice was deep, laced with a sensual and magnetic quality.

"Wanna touch it?"

Sang Yu was drawn in by the man’s voice, nodded unconsciously, "I do."

The man curled his lips, took Sang Yu’s delicate and boneless little hand, and placed it on his abs.

In an instant, a deep desire flashed through the man’s eyes.

His eyes held a burning fire, seemingly capable of igniting everything.

Her hand was so tender, and even just a gentle touch made him uneasy.

Sang Yu felt the skin of her palm growing increasingly hot, as if it would scorch through her hand.

He leaned down, whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse and full of allure.

"Do you like it?"

She felt a tingling around her earlobe, and her body involuntarily trembled.