The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

“Hey, where do you want to go?” Fang Chixia pursued with her skirts up.

Under the bright sunshine in the garden, one person and one cat chased each other. The person who was totally depressed last night was very lively and well at the moment.

Luo Yibei was lost in thought. A shadow passed before his eyes and when he recovered, Tuantuan already jumped towards his arms.

“Help me catch it!” Fang Chixia who was chasing Tuantuan rushed over to take it back from Luo Yibei, he however stepped back.

Fang Chixia who was leaning towards him lost balance and fell into his arms.

Her action was reflexive. Luo Yibei was glad to throw the cat to her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

“Don’t let it run away!” Fang Chixia’s attention was clearly on the cat and ignored him as if he didn’t exist in front of her, enough to get around and go.

For the first time, Luo Yibei found that his sense of existence was so low that he couldn’t even compare to a cat.

Displeased with her total disregard, he lifted a long leg to kick Tuantuan away, and proceeded into the house as he held her, “Go and prepare breakfast!”

“Take care of it yourself. I’m not hungry!” Fang Chixia didn’t want to comply with his order and tried to wriggle out of his hands but the man shot her a sharp glance.

Fang Chixia pouted and entered the kitchen with him reluctantly.

There was a lot of stuff in the fridge, but in order to save time, she didn’t touch a lot and just made him a pasta.

She only made one serving and gave it to Luo Yibei.

Her share, she didn’t feel hungry so she didn’t prepare hers thinking that a glass of milk would just be fine.

After her task was finished however, looking at the results of her own efforts, her appetite was suddenly stimulated.

Staring at the plate, Fang Chixia handed it to Luo Yibei as her eyes reluctantly stayed on it for at least five seconds.

Luo Yibei was observing her reaction, the corner of his eyes puffed up a bit but he said nothing.

Sitting at the table, holding the fork, he gracefully tasted the dish on the plate.

Fang Chixia sat opposite him quietly looked, then casually asked, “Is it delicious?”

“Better than usual” Lou Yibei replied lazily. Whether deliberately or not, his way of lifting the food to his mouth was very slow which felt like a slow motion movie replay and it just happened in front of Fang Chixia.

Fang Chixia averted her eyes and drank her glass of milk as if she had not seen it.

It’s just that, the distance between them was also so little. No matter where she looked, the fragrance emanating from Luo Yibei was still so strong.

Fang Chixia couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood up to leave but her wrist was caught and pulled by Luo Yibei.

Fang Chixia was startled and looked at him sideways.

Winding a small bundle of spaghetti, he sent it under her nose.

Fang Chixia didn’t expect him to make such a move. She froze but didn’t twist away.

Hands on the table, she leaned forward and with her small mouth, took the food in across the table.

“Is it delicious?” Luo Yibei looked on quietly, cold faced and without expression, but his voice carried nothing of his past indifference.

“I did it, of course.” Fang Chixia bragged bluntly.

Chapter 102: Who do you think I am?

“Come here” The corners of Luo Yibei’s lips curled a bit indicating the position next to him.

Although the two have met in bed everyday after marriage, they couldn’t talk about intimacy at all.

At this time, Fang Chixia probably haven’t realized how intimate they were, going around the table and sitting next to him.

She took his fork, tasted several mouthfuls of his own pasta, and fed him some.

Luo Yibei also didn’t refuse, when she sent it over, he accepted.

So, pasta, when two people each took mouthfuls one after the other, was solved in no time at all. Fang Chixia blinked at their too close posture, as well as her sending food over to his mouth earlier, and suddenly reaction came over.

“Eat it yourself.” As soon as she let go of the fork, she stood up and turned away from house with some discomfort.

When Luo Yibei came out again, Fang Chixia was sitting with Tuantuan in her arms on one side of the sling chair and eyes closed in a nap.

With a faint fragrance of flowers in the garden and the white sun still shining, cast down on her silhouette, it was warm and quiet.

Tuantuan was comfortably lying in her arms, with its eyes squinting. That look exudes coziness.

Luo Yibei stared at them and felt quite unhappy.

He took several steps forward, squeezed it out of Fang Chixia’s arms and without the least bit pity on it, threw it out.

Fang Chixia didn’t seem aware of it and has her eyes still closed.

Luo Yibei stood in front of her and continued staring at her in silence.

After falling asleep, Fang Chixia was quiet. Her long and curly eyelashes were gently hanging like a small feather fan, her cherry blossom-like beautiful lips were partly open, and her breathing was shallow and even.

Her lips were very pretty, a pale pink and also with a seductive glitter. A glimpse of it darkened Luo Yibei’s gaze and he unconsciously moved forward to collect it.

He didn’t cover them up yet but Fang Chixia’s closed eyes swished open.

And then —

Her arms went up to his face.

“Fang Chixia!” Luo Yibei had suffered a loss before, this time, he dodged and quickly caught her wrists.

Fang Chixia was also still a bit drowsy but it vanished with his roar. She looked at her hand and withdrew it in embarrassment.

“Who did you think I am this time?” Luo Yibei stared at her darkly, eyes cold as eyes.

“It was just a reflex. I have not showered yet, I’ll go bathe first.” Fang Chixia carefully glanced at him, stood up and tried to leave but she was dragged back.

“Shouldn’t you compensate for the mental damage?” He leaned her against the back of the hanging chair, took advantage of the opportunity and covered her. His eyes swam up and down on her, and swept a glance at her chest then turned to her face.

Fang Chixia was very disgusted with his remark.

Was he still frightened by the action she had just made?

Fang Chixia didn’t forget the scene when she was in the Imperial City. When he appeared, even the boss in the room was shivering in terror.

Would he freak out by the little move she had just made?

His hand lifted a shoulder strap of her dress and stroked her skin with his thin palm. He suddenly affixed his face in his ear and leisurely spit out, “The set of black dress last time, you haven’t fulfilled your promise yet, right?”

Fang Chixia stiffened and her face reddened.

What does he think in broad daylight?