Chapter 347

347 5.91 – Stinky Bun – The Sleepless’s Elite’s Wife

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Edited by Psycho S.

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His wife’s presence gave Xuan Mu some breathing space; he could finally get some time for himself. Taking advantage of his son’s entranced expression, he fled the scene and went out for a short drive to clear his mind. At this point, jealousy was not an option to feel.

He secretly hoped his wife could help out with Ying Xiong a little bit more. Did he dare to ask that? No. He didn’t. Not at all. He wanted to show Bing Shi that he was a changed man: a man capable enough to take care of his wife and child.

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When Xuan Mu returned, the scene shocked him senseless, “Bing Shi?”

A piece of the ceiling was ripped off, and the dancing pole was currently lying on the floor with a chunk of a ceiling still attached to the screws, “Bing Shi!”

“I’m fine,” Bing Shi raised her hand from behind the couch, “I jumped on the couch in time.”

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Xuan Mu sighed in relief, walking around the couch, he engulfed her in a tight bear squeeze. He knew she was powerful enough to avoid those misfortunes, but seeing the unfortunate accidents with his own eyes was a different matter.

“It’s my fault. Ying Xiong was supposed to die under Mo Luwei’s hand after Su Min’s death. You told me not to interfere, so I didn’t. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I thought of turning back time and trying to persuade you... so I did...behind your back... to the time before Ying Xiong died (shortly before their separation)...”

Xuan Mu ranted nonsensically beneath his breath, “I was sure you would say no, so I had to choose between taking a risk or a regret, and you know how much I hate regrets...”

She hugged him back and bit his neck. The truth was finally out. He was a genius that did some of the stupidest things in the universe. He was also a hero she could only look up to though he was also someone she hoped to never be, “Oi, if you do such an important thing without my consent again then I’m filing for a divorce. Go put Stinky Bun to sleep, it looks like he’s really tired.”

Getting no response, she patted his back while sighing. Later, she told him that the baby was not a toy he could toss away the moment he got fed up. She saw how he worked hard to gain her consent, and because he had a very good reason to do what he did, she couldn’t stay angry at him for long, “He’s a danger and a risk I’m willing to take, so could you stop showing PDA in front of our son?... I love you.”

Xuan Mu snuggled closer to his wife, a huge burden feeling like it was lifted in his heart, “I love you more.”

It was the first time she used divorce as a threat. After getting up from the couch, he glared at the short boy whose messy hair stuck out from behind the safety fence. The overload of cuteness would cause even the coldest hearts to melt, and he had a hard time keeping his poker face, “What did you do to mommy again?!”

Bing Shi hid her soft giggles behind her palm as she strolled to her bedroom. Her husband always had a weak spot for children. She noticed from a long time ago by the way he took care of his little sister; she just ignored the truth.

Why would Ying Xiong get attached to someone with no motherly instincts, no blood relation, no bond...and a complete stranger? It made no sense. She strongly believed that Aoi Hong would make a better mommy. Either way, her overprotective hubby wasn’t afraid to put her through some danger anymore. He placed all his confidence in her and viewed her as a very reliable partner. Should she feel delighted or not?

Ying Xiong’s small fingers clutched to the bars, and his striped black and white onesies looked no different from a prison convict’s. His little head squeezed through the small gap as he tried to reach out to them. Tears started to roll down his eyes; his daddy refused to play with him, and his mommy left to go somewhere far away.

Xuan Mu waited for the boy to fall asleep from using too much power before gently picking him up and placing him on a mat and then covering him with a baby blanket, “In the past, mommy asked for daddy’s help... some things happened ... and it became the biggest regret in my life...I can’t imagine a world with her gone, so if you love Daddy, I only need you to wish for her wellbeing.”

Xuan Mu felt that if he didn’t do something to save this child, he would regret it for the rest of his life. After doing some research, he found out that this child was a descendant of Gods, similar to Quin Yu and Aoi Hong, though the god was of a much lower rank.

Ying Xiong was a forgotten and despised God of Inauspicious things and Misfortune, who saved himself by cursing himself, from ever-growing up to understand the cruel truth of his existence.

Xuan Mu was thankful that his wife was understanding enough, and didn’t blame him on every opportunity she got. Not everyone would allow such an entity to walk past their doorstep.

Bing Shi was very careful around Ying Xiong. She wouldn’t sacrifice her life for a baby, and that was probably what Ying Xiong’s soul desired deep down. Too many mommies died from trying to save him. He wished for a mother figure who didn’t hate him, but also someone who wouldn’t sacrifice their lives for his sake.

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*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (START)

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Xuan Mu slowly sneaked into their bedroom, seeing her inviting posture as she lifted her top to show her flat stomach and squeezed her thin thighs together on the bed, he swallowed hard, “Mrs. Xuan, you can’t do this to a sex deprived man.”

They locked eyes for a moment, his gaze wild, primal, and ravenous. He suddenly disappeared, and appeared as he pinned her from above, “I won’t be able to go soft on you.”

Bing Shi lifted her gaze at the hulking form towering over her, her hand traced down, feeling a lump in his trousers as his thick shaft strained against the fabric. She ripped open his belt buckle with both of her hands, “Mr. Xuan... You’ll have to treat me like the most fragile vase in the world...until I beg otherwise.”

“Don’t beg too soon then.” His tongue parted her mouth, and his big hand-held her head in place. He french kissed her passionately, without a break in between, her cold body enveloped his shoulders like winter rain, cooling his heart.

Long strands of saliva dripped from his mouth onto hers as she gulped down quick breaths of air.

His hands wandered down her stomach, before eagerly delving into her burning, wet flower. She had to pull her head away from him, as his touch made her jaw clench, and her eyes shoot wide open. Burning tendrils of pleasure ensnared her, wrapping around her like a great constrictor, as he expertly teased her.

“...Ngh...” She grunted, her breath heavy from overwhelming stimulation, her knees trembling and twitching. He caressed her until she became slick and glistening, stretching her tight, wet entrance. Gyrating and pushing against her inner walls, his fingers flying freely in and out of her body.

A shiver of delight ran through him as she bit his shoulder and yanked down the waistband of his brief. The wet muscle of her tongue grazed his gravice softly as a sign of trust, familiarity, comfort, and devotion; it was her wordless demonstration of love. The passionate friction of her teeth added fuel to the fires of his arousal. The burning pleasure that consumed him mingled with a sharp pain for a moment.

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*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (END)

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