Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!-Chapter 78 - 79 Clothes Covered in Grass 5
78: Chapter 79 Clothes Covered in Grass (5)
78: Chapter 79 Clothes Covered in Grass (5)
Realizing where she was lying, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she hurried to prop herself up from the grass, but her gaze was drawn to that stray hair.
It had been on his chest, but the impact had shifted it to now rest at his neck, its tip dancing lightly in the breeze, brushing against his face.
Feeling an itch on his face, Huangfu Jue instinctively raised his hand to sweep it away.
Seeing his fingers reaching for the hair, Gan Yuan panicked and lunged forward, pressing down on his hand.
Huangfu Jue was startled by her action and looked at her face with puzzled eyes.
“You…”
“That is…” Gan Yuan quickly extended her left hand and casually plucked a blade of grass from beside his head, “You have a piece of grass in your hair!”
Even if she held a Thousand-Year Ganoderma in her hand, he didn’t care at that moment.
“Get off!”
He commanded in a low growl.
Just a moment ago, she had crashed into his most sensitive spot, and now, this damned woman was sitting on his waist as if she wanted to kill him.
How could he bear such stimulation?
Did she think she wanted to sit on top of him?
If it weren’t for that stray hair, she wouldn’t bother touching him at all.
Gan Yuan quickly stood up from him, straightened her clothes, and then hurriedly checked on him.
Speaking of which, where was the hair?
She swiftly scanned the area but didn’t spot the stray hair on him; it must have fallen somewhere when she tumbled onto him.
Her heart relaxed slightly, and she was about to look away when the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a short patch of black hair peeking out from his collar.
Damn it!
Even the heavens were conspiring against her.
Gan Yuan silently gritted her teeth.
As if to taunt her, the hair swayed gently in the breeze.
Helpless, she approached him again.
“Mr.
Huangfu, I…
I didn’t hurt you when I bumped into you, did I?”
She feigned concern on her face while pondering how to retrieve the stray hair.
“It’s nothing.”
The man’s reply was a low murmur, his voice husky.
“That’s good.” She smiled and lifted her hands to pat his shirt, “Look at you, your clothes are all covered in grass.”
Yet, the hair clung to his neck, unmoved.
“Your collar is crooked too…”
She reached for his collar, her heart set on claiming that hair.
The moment her fingertips brushed his shirt, her wrist was already seized by his hand.
“Gan Yuan, do you know what you’re doing?”
The man leaned in closer to her, his tone low and dangerous.
Looking up at the hair beneath his neck, she lifted her face and coughed forcefully into his neck, taking the opportunity to blow a breath of air.
The hair finally detached from his collar and drifted downwards.
She silently breathed a sigh of relief, ready to retreat, but her waist was already encircled by the man’s arm, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.
“Huangfu Jue, let go!”
To be hugged without warning, she wasn’t some doll.
“Gan Yuan.” The man gazed into her eyes, “What exactly are you trying to do?”
Before, she had been cold to him in every way.
But now, not only had she come out to ride with him, she was also straightening his clothes.
This woman…
What was she really thinking?
“It’s you who are holding me, not me holding you.
If anyone is supposed to be doing something, it should be you, shouldn’t it?
He raised an eyebrow, and then, his lips curled.
“You mean, you want me to take the initiative?”
Men truly are creatures of the lower half, always thinking of such things.
“What I mean is, let go!”
She tried to withdraw her arm with force, but he tightened his grip, and the little distance that was between them immediately shrank to nothing.
Her chest pressed against his, his waist against hers.
