Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband
Chapter 52: Still Short of Breath After All This Time

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Still Short of Breath After All This Time

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Jiang Mian and Fu Sichen locked eyes, and Jiang Mian instinctively didn’t know where to cover herself.

"Ahhh! Fu Sichen! Get out quickly!!"

Fu Sichen stood still, a deep and light chuckle resonating, "Mrs. Fu seems a bit standoffish."

Jiang Mian quickly hid under the covers, rolling around in bed until she wrapped herself up.

Wuu wuu wuu...

This is so embarrassing; I can’t face anyone now.

How could Fu Sichen coincidentally see me as I was checking myself out in the mirror.

Ahhh, I’m going to die!!

Fu Sichen looked at the woman buried under the covers and laughed deeply, his lips unconsciously curling up. "You better come out, or you’ll suffocate."

He stepped forward and pulled the blanket off Jiang Mian’s face, revealing her fair and rosy cheeks.

Her expression was one of slight shock; she suddenly didn’t know where to look.

"You...you you you!"

Fu Sichen’s thin lips approached Jiang Mian’s burning ear, his voice as deep and laugher-filled as ever, "What about me...?"

"It seems Mrs. Fu is quite pleased with her own figure."

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Jiang Mian’s body temperature rose even higher, her breath tangling with Fu Sichen’s fresh and cool scent.

Heat and cold intertwined, enticing one to sink deeper.

"Who told you to come in without knocking? That’s impolite."

Fu Sichen laughed, his tone slightly aggrieved, "Hmm, impolite, so I have to knock even when entering my own room..."

"..."

The man propped a hand on the headboard; Jiang Mian curled up even more, as an intense feeling of dominance swept over her. Despite being clad in a plain white shirt, he exuded a dangerous aura.

Jiang Mian’s mind raced, and she finally managed to blurt out this question, "So... you have the day off today, not going to work?"

"I can be a little late..."

???

Just as the man overhead was about to plant a kiss, Fu Sichen’s phone rang.

"Your phone is ringing."

My savior has arrived!

Fu Sichen frowned slightly, pressed the speaker button, and set the phone aside.

"Hello, Captain Fu, we’ve just received an urgent notice; we need to return to the base now."

Fu Sichen took his phone, turned off the speakerphone, and headed straight to the bathroom to take the call.

Jiang Mian urgently drew in breaths, it was too hot, just too hot.

I was suffocating.

If it were two seconds later, that detestable man would have definitely devoured me.

Soon, Fu Sichen emerged from the bathroom, his handsome features looking a bit severe.

He went to the wardrobe, took out a few clothes, and packed them into the suitcase.

Hmm???

Is he rushing back to the base now?!

Wrapped in her blanket, Jiang Mian struggled to her feet and hopped to the wardrobe.

"How long will you be gone this time?"

She intended to ask him what the issue was, but she blurted out this question instead.

Fu Sichen looked at the woman bundled up in front of him, his chuckle laced with indulgence, "Is Mrs. Fu reluctant to let me go?"

"I just..."

"Eh!"

Jiang Mian suddenly felt weightless, her legs dangling in mid-air, as Fu Sichen stepped forward and lifted her onto the vanity.

He braced his hands on the tabletop, looked down at the startled woman, and said, "Once I leave this time, I won’t leave again."

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Those words!

Jiang Mian’s pretty eyes widened in disbelief; she dared not think in any other direction.

"Mmm..."

Fu Sichen bent down and kissed Jiang Mian’s red lips, pulling her thoughts back to the present.

Jiang Mian’s face flushed with the intensity of the kiss, and it wasn’t until she struggled to breathe that Fu Sichen finally let her go.

He stared at the woman with flushed cheeks, a trace of amusement in his voice, "Still short of breath after all this time..."

???

Calling who short of breath!!

Not everyone can be like you, as if breathing is unnecessary.

Fu Sichen stroked Jiang Mian’s hair, "Alright, it’s almost time, I have to go. Send me a message if anything comes up."

Jiang Mian watched the door close gently, then heard the sound of a car starting downstairs.

She dangled her legs, and pressed her red lips together.

It seemed she had an indescribable addiction to Fu Sichen.

Looking at her current position, she had no idea how to get down from the vanity.

The detestable man had lifted her up but hadn’t carried her down.

Jiang Mian awkwardly slid down with the help of the blanket, narrowly avoiding a fall.

Better tidy up, since Sister Ting would come soon to do my makeup.