Chapter 690: Chapter 690: You’re My Wife—If I Catch It, So Be It
The hotel staff delivered a clean new suit, and after he put it on, his handsome and charming demeanor was captivating.
When Song Yinyin opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her own husband looking so dashing and alluring.
If it were an ordinary day, she would be staring at him with admiration like any other woman.
But seeing him like this today made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
How had she not realized before that having such a handsome husband could actually be a big trouble?
Supporting the back of her head with one hand, she tilted her head, pouting slightly, staring at her husband, full of resentment.
Lu Jihan noticed Song Yinyin’s gaze, walked back over, knelt down in front of her, and nervously grasped her small hand.
"Awake so early? How are you feeling? Feeling any better? Are you still feverish? Is there anywhere else you are feeling uncomfortable?"
He asked so many questions in one breath, showing how concerned he was for her.
With this realization, Song Yinyin felt a little comforted.
Seeing a slight flush still on her face, Lu Jihan reached out to touch her forehead, only to have his hand gently slapped away by her.
Song Yinyin said, annoyed, "I am already better now."
Lu Jihan rubbed her small hand, able to feel her body temperature had indeed returned to normal, letting out a small sigh of relief.
Then, his expression turned serious.
"Yesterday... I’m sorry, it was my oversight... If I had known earlier that Shana had such ill intentions, I wouldn’t have left you alone in the hotel, I would have rather taken you to the conference room..."
Song Yinyin pouted but said nothing.
She was not someone who would bear grudges. Her husband had apologized; what reason did she have to be angry at him?
She just felt a bit uncomfortable; thinking about what Shana had done to her made her quite upset.
Her pouting expression made Lu Jihan anxious, leading him to grip her small hand tightly.
Could she still be angry?
He reached around her slim waist and kissed her lips gently, saying, "I’m sorry, please don’t be angry."
Did he just kiss her?
She was still down with a cold and a fever.
Song Yinyin’s eyes widened, leaning her body back, instinctively covering her lips with her hand, "Why did you kiss me... I’m sick with a cold and fever, you’ll catch it."
"You’re my wife, if it spreads, it spreads." He lovingly bumped his forehead against hers, murmuring softly.
Song Yinyin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, losing all her anger at once.
And so, Lu Jihan continued breathing kisses over her.
Lu Jihan leaned close to Song Yinyin, his fingers sketching over the side of her face, tracing her ear, gently exploring.
Under his light, slow teasing and gaze, Song Yinyin’s cheeks flushed crimson. Her head lowered further and further, wanting to escape. Her hands, which were originally around Lu Jihan’s neck, moved down to grasp his large hand.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jihan suddenly caught her hands, pinning them behind her back, pressing her onto the bed, and then an overwhelming kiss descended.
The kiss seemed urgent, yet natural. Song Yinyin was caught off guard, getting swept into a dizzy enchantment, not expecting Lu Jihan to suddenly go wild.
Little did she know, Lu Jihan had been holding back all night.
Even though she was sick last night, with a pink glow on her face, she looked truly tempting, thinking about his cold and fever, Lu Jihan refrained from doing anything to her.
But now that Song Yinyin was no longer feverish, Lu Jihan couldn’t help but want to cherish her deeply.
