My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Distance (1)

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Lu Weixi, who was initially asleep, seems to sense something and slowly opens her eyes.

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Their eyes meet.

The room is pitch dark and quite tranquil, except for the sound of their breathing and the gentle hum of the air conditioning. The faint light seeping in from the hallway allows her to vaguely discern the unfolding scenario. Qin Zhiyou leans over, his long arms outstretched, his face seeming to hover right before her. The room is too dark for her to make out his facial expression, but from the glint reflected in his eyes, a slight surprise could be detected.

Neither of them speak, nor move, each frozen in this stiff posture.

Qin Zhiyou initially just wanted to take a look, to look and leave. Then he thought he would just lightly touch her when she wasn’t paying attention.

The next second, Lu Weixi recovers, stretching her hand out and pushing him away forcefully by placing her hand on his shoulder. Then she wraps herself in the blanket and moves slightly to the side while switching on the bedside lamp.

What’s going on with Qin Zhiyou? Has he actually drunk too much and stumbled towards her in a drunken haze? Did he feel like his night out wasn’t satisfying enough and now he wants to continue “the party” with her?

Pushed away, Qin Zhiyou steps back, watching as she turns to face him, her hand clutching the blanket over her body, a look of both surprise, a bit of caution and a subtle but excellent display of rejection on her face.

He sobers up almost instantly, fingers closing into a slight fist. Under the dim bedside lamp, his face still remains expressionless.

Lu Weixi watches as he approaches again. Even though he has cleaned himself up and changed out of his clothes, delegating the task of washing them to Aunt Hao, what still flashes in her mind is the bright red lipstick mark and lingering perfume from his clothes. Holding the blanket, she retreats slowly, her eyebrows knitted together and a vigilant look on her face.

Qin Zhiyou continues to approach, his face just a few inches away from hers. Lu Weixi can’t help but continually back away until she finds herself pressed up against the head of the bed, with no room left to retreat.

Along with Lu Weixi closing her eyes and turning her head away, as if she doesn’t want to see or face what’s about to happen next..