CHAPTER 340: CHAPTER 340 LAZY BUNNY

"Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow, a teasing note in his voice. "I didn’t expect this from you, bunny. Aren’t bunnies supposed to be energetic?"

Bella pouted and turned her face away, pretending to be offended. "Do it," she said firmly, her voice muffled but stubborn.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She’s lazy like a panda," he muttered under his breath, watching her reflection in the mirror. "I have to pick her up, bathe her, and now skincare too."

But even as he grumbled, there was amusement dancing in his eyes. He picked up one of the bottles, reading the label seriously like it was some classified document. Then he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a small amount onto his fingertips.

"Okay, close your eyes," he murmured.

Bella obeyed instantly, her lashes fluttering down. He gently spread the cream over her cheeks, his thumbs moving in slow, careful circles. His touch was warm and steady, tracing the shape of her face with quiet focus.

"Your skin’s soft," he said under his breath, almost to himself.

"Because I do skincare every night," Bella said proudly, her eyes still closed.

"Mm," he hummed, leaning closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "And now I’m doing it for you."

Bella’s cheeks warmed instantly. She peeked at him through half-lidded eyes, but when she caught his teasing smile, she quickly looked away again.

He moved to her forehead, rubbing softly, then her jaw, then the tip of her nose. His fingers lingered longer than necessary, maybe by accident, maybe not. When he was done, he wiped his hands with a tissue and leaned down once more, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"All done," he murmured, his voice husky with affection.

Bella smiled sleepily, resting her cheek on her palm again. "You should get a certificate," she mumbled teasingly. "Professional husband and skincare artist."

Leo smirked, brushing a finger down her nose. "Only for you, bunny."

And as he turned off the vanity lights, the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp filled the room, wrapping everything in a calm, honey-colored warmth.

Leo walked over and lifted Bella again, her small hands instinctively clutching his shirt as she murmured something sleepy against his chest. He smiled faintly and set her down on the bed, the sheets rustling softly under her weight. Then he lay beside her, pulling her close until her body fit perfectly against his.

He leaned forward and inhaled quietly. The scent of her skin was soft and sweet, like soap, flowers, and the faintest trace of warm air after rain. For a moment he simply breathed her in, his lashes brushing her temple.

"So soft," he thought, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "So fragrant."

But when he looked again, Bella was already asleep, her lips slightly parted, her expression peaceful and unguarded. He chuckled under his breath, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder before closing his eyes beside her.

Best sleep ever, Leo thought the next morning as light poured gently through the curtains.

He didn’t know how, but his head had somehow ended up resting on her tummy while Bella was sleeping in the opposite direction, her hair sprawled across the pillows like a silken halo.

For a long, lazy moment he stayed still, just listening to the faint rhythm of her breathing and the soft rise and fall beneath his cheek. Then, with a quiet, wicked smile, he lifted her shirt slightly and buried his face against her warm, soft stomach, no barrier, just skin and the scent of her.

She stirred faintly, mumbling in her sleep and curling her fingers into his hair. And Leo closed his eyes again, smiling to himself, content to stay like that forever.

Bella blinked sleepily, the morning light slipping through the curtains and brushing her face. She yawned softly and stretched, only to frown when she felt a strange weight on her stomach.

Her brows knitted together as she slowly lifted her head, and what she saw made her freeze.

Leo.

Fast asleep.

Head buried right on her tummy.

"Leo," she whispered in disbelief, poking his shoulder. He didn’t move. She tried again, shaking him lightly. "Leo, wake up," she whined, wriggling beneath his weight. "Leo, wake up, my tummy’s hurting, you’re so fat!"

That did it.

His lashes flicked open instantly.

His storm-gray eyes locked on her with a dangerous slowness as he lifted his head. "What," he asked in a low voice, "did you just say?"

Bella’s heart skipped. Oh no. Oh no no no.

"Hehe... I-I mean you’re heavy," she corrected quickly, her hands raised defensively as he sat up, his hair messy, his voice rough from sleep, and his expression somewhere between offended and amused.

"Really?" Leo muttered, his lips curving slightly as he reached forward. With one strong arm, he slid his hand behind her back and pulled her straight, turning her so she lay properly beneath him. She gasped softly as he shifted his weight, caging her easily between his arms, his shadow falling over her.

"So I’m heavy?" he asked again, eyes glinting as his fingers brushed down her side, then paused on her soft tummy.

"Leo!" she yelped, trying to grab his hand, but he only smirked and rubbed her belly lightly, his tone turning playful. "This," he said smoothly, "is what’s called fat."

Bella’s mouth fell open in shock. "No I’m not fat!" she protested, her voice rising as she pouted. "You’re fat!"

Leo arched a brow, clearly enjoying this. He braced himself on one arm, then with his other hand, lifted his shirt slowly, revealing a lean waist and hard, toned abs that caught the morning light.

"This," he said, his deep voice teasing, "is called muscle. Touch it."

Before Bella could react, he caught her wrist and guided her hand to his stomach. Her fingers landed against firm, hot skin, and her face instantly turned pink.

"I-I don’t want to," she whispered, trying to pull back, but her hand stayed right there as he grinned down at her.

"Too late, bunny," he murmured, voice low enough to make her heartbeat stumble. "You already did."