My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 859 - 778: You Lit the Fire
"Do you also think I’m stubborn?"
Mo Wenwan took a sip of hot water, feeling the relief in her parched throat. She couldn’t guess Lu Xing’s answer; he might say yes, he might say no, but no matter what he said, it didn’t matter. Because from beginning to end, it was just a boring story.
"It depends on the situation. From what I know about Miss Mo, there are two sides. I can’t answer that question."
Lu Xing’s words gave Mo Wenwan a whole new understanding of him.
"Sorry to interrupt."
As the waiter started serving the appetizers, the topic between the two came to a pause. Mo Wenwan’s foot accidentally touched Lu Xing’s shoe under the table. The two shared a knowing smile.
"Would you like to take a walk?"
Proposing the idea to go for a walk, Lu Xing stared at Mo Wenwan. When he went to the restroom earlier, he accidentally noticed her dress had a heart cut out at the back, revealing her fair skin. Smelling her perfume, combined with the night’s ambiance, he felt a subtle urge in his chest wanting to burst out.
It was late autumn, the night was cool and misty. After walking a short distance, Mo Wenwan felt a bit cold. Instinctively, she leaned back into Lu Xing’s embrace. With a chuckle, he hugged the woman who had put on her coat and drove to a hotel he often visited, booking a room filled with emotions.
Squinting her eyes, cuddling with Lu Xing, Mo Wenwan thought of the last time Lu Xing and Qin Miaomiao chatted on the Lu Family’s old house stairs. His face was smiling brightly, looking quite happy.
"What, are you unhappy to see me?"
After a drink, she initially felt nothing, but Mo Wenwan wanted to ask Lu Xing a few questions under the influence of alcohol. So, she hugged the man’s neck, her steps in high heels somewhat unsteady.
"Looks like you’re drunk."
Lu Xing didn’t point it out. He had inquired about Mo Wenwan’s drinking capacity, and one glass of red wine was a mere trifle. It seemed she was using the alcohol to do something bold, so he thought he wouldn’t be at a loss.
"You work out, huh? But you can still train a bit more." Mo Wenwan said with a dazed smile, boldly reckless.
"You know you’re playing with fire, yet you dare to burn yourself. Mo Wenwan, you’re really something else."
Lu Xing looked at Mo Wenwan, who was swaying and unstable. He lowered his head and kissed her. With a bit of roughness, he lingered on her lips, and when he let go, he saw her lips were slightly swollen.
Mo Wenwan had intentionally let Lu Xing indulge.
She didn’t lack bed partners, but there were not many who matched perfectly with her in bed. Compared to someone she had kicked out, she was more interested in the Lu Xing in front of her.
Seeing he wasn’t going further, she stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss him.
"The fire you started, you’re responsible for putting it out for me."
Lu Xing’s breathing gradually became unstable. He knew Mo Wenwan had her own agenda, but he willingly let her lead him to the bed. The oversized bed was extremely soft, enough for them to roll around.
"Stop nagging, come on."
Even though Mo Wenwan felt jealous of Qin Miaomiao at heart, she knew there was someone who was even more envious and resentful of Qin Miaomiao than she was. That person’s existence was not important, but they held something that could send her to hell—a photo of her in bed. Even if it meant streaking, she had no reason to refuse.
"Bitch, damn woman, what right do you have to compete with me, what right."
