The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

Two small hands clasped his wrists and raised them hands above his head, both ready to perform something. Luo Yibei’s gaze swept sharply towards her face, as if guessing what trick she was going to play, suddenly he blurted, “If I promise?”

Fang Chixia was jolted and her hands paused.

Luo Yibei’s eyes ran down her face and his body flipped her back and pressed her down. His handsome face inclined to her ear as he softly whispered, “Game, I’ve always liked the dominant type, are you sure you want to play?”

An understatement, but the infiltrating courage, like an invisible dense net, wrapped around Fang Chixia, making her feel dominated.

Fang Chixia stiffened. She stared blankly at him. His breath was so scorching, she found herself breathless.

This is Luo Yibei’s aura. Just a single sentence could mum people like an invisible intimidation.

Fang Chixia fell silent for a spell. As if she hadn’t heard anything, she opened her mouth again, "Can I have a glass of wine, first?"

Luo Yibei assumed that she was just nervous so he let her be.

“I’ll get ready.” Releasing her, he stood up and wanted to go out and get it, but Fang Chixia went to pull him in and walked out in his place, “I’ll go just fine, you sit.”

The two got along quite harmoniously these two days, and Luo Yibei did whatever Fang Chixia let him.

This kind of her made Luo Yibei shed half of his defenses against her.

Fang Chixia walked out and then reentered the room after a short interval.

In her hand was a bottle of TequilaLey925, an upscale, luxurious and powerful tequila that is claimed to be one of the most expensive tequilas in the world.

Luo Yibei stared at the item in her hand, a little surprised at her taste tonight.

Since his marriage with Fang Chixia, she has never been completely drunk in front of him. But it was often when she got tipsy.

Luo Yibei is still clear as to her alcohol intake.

How dare a woman who couldn’t even hold her liquor compete with him!

Luo Yibei’s first reaction when he saw the wine was that Fang Chixia was trying to get him drunk, then his attention afterwards was all on that bottle.

Fang Chixia came in and put the wine down, not opening it directly. Instead, she closed the door and curtains closed, and then lit an incense in the room.

Luo Yibei moved along with her figure. And when he saw her pulling the curtains, his brows picked up, “Like this mood?”

"Is it too bad with them closed?" Fang Chixia asked in return without answering.

Luo Yibei narrowed his eyes and just stared at her without moving, nor denying it.

It’s indeed better when they’re shut, it’s much more convenient for their fun.

Fang Chixia calmly walked towards him, poured a glass of wine for herself and him each and raised the glass in her hand, “I’ll drink first.”

The taste of the agave was burning and choked her throat when she drank it in. The taste wasn’t so pleasant the moment she tasted it, and her brows wrinkled.

“Don’t force it if you can’t drink well.” Luo Yibei’s hand grabbed hers, pouring a large portion of the wine from her glass into his own.

“Okay.” As if it were natural, Fang Chixia raised the corner of her lips and clinked her small glass with his.

Luo Yibei merely glanced at her, tilted his head and gulped the drink down to his belly.

Fang Chixia didn’t move and watched him, her red lips pursing into a shallow invisible arc, "Do you still want some? I’ll pour you a glass for you again!”

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