Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

Yu Qiao, still under the effects of the alcohol, stumbled slightly towards the bed. Although he couldn't see completely strait he was sure he could see the outlines of Mo Lihua in a red silk robe. Her jet black hair gleamed against the fabric.

The wrap of the tie belt made the robe hugged her in all of the right places, and her b.r.e.a.s.ts were barely containable. Was he imagining her this way or was this real?

Then Yu Qiao suddenly sat and touched Mo Lihua's c.h.e.s.t furiously. "Who did this to you?" He asked in anger almost murderous.

The kiss marks on her skin still look new, and Yu Qiao wants to kill the one who left is on her skin. However, instead of answering, Mo Lihua laughed.

"What are you laughing at? Answer me!" He demanded like his drunkenness does not exist.

Mo Lihua smirked before asking, "Why are you going to be a jealous husband and punish him?"

"No! I will kill him!" He said as he continued to touch each mark even though it cuts his heart. Yu Qiao is only focused on them that he failed to notice that he already stripped Mo Lihua' with her robe.

Mo Lihua leaned closer and whispered to his ears, "Don't do that. I will be a widow." She then looked at his dumbfounded face with a bright smile.

He already realised his mistake, so helplessly smile while gently c.a.r.e.s.sing the kiss marks that he had left on her body.

Yu Qiao reacted out of jealousy. If not, he would have to reason and considered its onset. After all, he can still recall how nice her skin feels on his hands. "Am I dreaming again?" He asked, playfully. "If I were not drunk, I would think that last night was your fault. You seem to be seducing me now as well."

Mo Lihua's face reddened before she pushed his hand away from her skin. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Hehe. You are avoiding the subject." Yu Qiao teased. "I can take responsibility if you want… Just say it, as you want me, and you mean it."

"Brother Qiao! Stop talking nonsense. You are still drunk!" Mo Lihua hissed.

Yu Qiao reached to touch her face, "We are a husband and wife now. Are you shy?" He asked gently.

"That's only in paper. You are not obligated to sleep with me." Mo Lihua emphasised. "Is that what you want to talk about?"

Yu Qiao smiled sadly, "At this point, I don't know if I want to talk." He sat on the bed next to Mo Lihua and rubbed his head, feeling the drunkenness again. "It has been such a crazy day."

"That's what you get for drinking too much. Perhaps we can speak in the morning after you have had a good night's rest." Mo Lihua sounded a little cross.

She was annoyed with him acting this way. Like he wants her in anyway but not really what Mo Lihua is hoping for. Probably he is attracted to her just physically which the night before proves.

Still, she mostly she wanted him around only if fully clothed, so it is best for him to leave already if he is confusing her.

After all, it was easier not to imagine him on top of her, kissing her, and thrusting into her, if he didn't have only a piece of cloth between him and his manhood. 'I officially became a pervert.'

"You have been quite disagreeable with me lately Mo Lihua." Yu Qiao tried to stare her down but couldn't quite figure out which of the five eyes he saw to look at. They were all beautiful, but when they began to spin, he began to feel even dizzier.

"Why are you suddenly mean to me?" He added unhappily when she did not respond.

Mo Lihua snorted, "I have always been mean to you since we are kids."

"No. Not this mean." he looked at her face, her body, and began to realise she was as he had been seeing her. He wanted nothing more than to completely rip open her robe and see if the body he put together in his mind was anywhere near reality.

Yu Qiao felt he should have touched more earlier, but Mo Lihua already pushed her away before he can do so."Why do you deny me?"

He moved in closer to her. He couldn't stop himself. His hand ran along the collar of her robe and down to her waistline. 'Yu Qiao is drunk,' she reminded herself, 'there is no way he wants me as I am.'

"I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop thinking about this." he moved in closer to her, as his hand gently held her waist. His breath became shorter with his heartbeat racing. Mo Lihua was sure you could hear her heartbeat out of her c.h.e.s.t.

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