Chapter 1269 - 1269 1266 Guarantee

Chapter 1269: Chapter 1266: Guarantee Chapter 1269: Chapter 1266: Guarantee By the time he could try to cover it up, it was already too late.

“Ah Yu, it’s okay, it’s just a minor wound, not serious,” Chu Heng explained, his voice tinged with a hint of concealment as he instinctively reached out to pull her closer.

Ye Muyu was taken aback by his grasp and then leaned in to examine his wound closely.

Chu Heng reached out to cover her eyes.

Ye Muyu had finally seized her chance and was not about to let him brush her off. She pulled his hand away and looked straight at his wound.

The wound was actually quite large, mostly scabbed over but with fine areas still oozing blood.

Her heart ached at the sight, and impelled by a sudden impulse, she bent down and pressed her lips to the wound on his chest.

The warmth of her soft kiss landed on the wound, causing Chu Heng’s whole body to shiver. The pain mixed with warmth drew all his attention to the sensation on his chest.

His gaze deepened, and he instinctively supported her delicate arms, feeling as though his whole body was ablaze, his heart warmed as if roasted over a fire, leaving him yearning to embrace her.

Chu Heng’s eyes darkened with suppressed emotion until, after struggling for so long, he finally lifted her head by her chin.

Before Ye Muyu could react, he kissed her fiercely and repeatedly.

His movements were hurried and intense this time, and his heated breath scattered across her face.

She could taste a hint of the metallic tang of blood, fresh from his wound, but soon there was no discernible taste, swallowed in their intimacy.

Eventually, Ye Muyu felt dizzy, no longer able to recall the grievances she had intended to broach.

Slowly, she trembled, an unusual sensation rising within her, as involuntary whimpers of discomfort leaked from the corners of her lips.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ye Muyu sat dazedly next to the bathing tub, watching Chu Heng emerge from the water, dry himself, and change his clothes.

When he stood up, she instinctively turned her back to him.

Since Chu Heng’s return, their intimate encounters had become more frequent. Ye Muyu patted her flushed cheeks, bit her lip slightly—feeling a piercing pain—and involuntarily recollected the recent amorous scene.

Instantly, her cheeks felt even hotter.

She had intended to confront Chu Heng—how had she been seduced by his charm instead?

No, this wouldn’t do.

Ye Muyu hastily patted her cheeks.

And rose to her feet.

Chu Heng had just finished dressing, his movements so smooth they seemed practiced. The wound was already bandaged.

“Such a long wound, and you still call it a minor injury,” she said.

Seeing Ye Muyu’s eyes rimmed with red.

Chu Heng quickly pulled her into his embrace. “It’s alright now; it looks more frightful than it is—it’s really not serious.”

“But it hurts me just to look at it,” Ye Muyu mumbled, then accused, “And you didn’t even tell me.”

“I just didn’t want to worry you,” Chu Heng said softly as he stroked her hair, attempting to soothe her.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll still worry,” Ye Muyu retorted, looking up at him indignantly, “Look, I found out anyway.”

Chu Heng was momentarily speechless, then he looked down at her and asked, “So what should we do?”

“Do you even need to ask? Obviously, you shouldn’t hide anything from me in the future,” Ye Muyu felt he lacked awareness, inexplicably feeling wronged. Did he not want her to interfere?

Her emotions heightened by pregnancy, Ye Muyu’s thoughts spiraled into greater distress the more she dwelled on them. She let go of his clothing, lowered her head, and sullenly withdrew her hands, struggling out of his embrace.

Chu Heng, realizing the emptiness in his arms, looked up in time to see Ye Muyu turning away to leave, sensing something amiss.