I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

If she went to sleep on the couch and he took the bed instead, everything would be solved.

But he… insisted on sharing a room with her.

That was the issue.

Qiao Mianmian didn’t quite believe that this was the only way he could sleep well.

It wasn’t as if she was a sleeping pill.

With the lights turned off and the curtains drawn, the room was pitch dark.

Qiao Mianmian couldn’t see the man’s expression, but she could tell from his voice that he was probably frowning when he said, “Do you think I can sleep on the bed while allowing my woman to take the couch? Baby, you can bring yourself to suggest it, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s fine, just go to sleep. Don’t bother about me.”

“But…”

“Baby, if you really feel bad for me, then let me sleep on the bed. Of course, if you’re worried that I won’t be able to control myself, then just take it that I didn’t suggest this.”

Qiao Mianmian was fiddling with the blanket, deliberating. She wavered. “Then, are you able to promise that you won’t go overboard?”

“I can’t.”

There was no response.

“Baby, if a man can promise to stay calm and not go overboard in bed when his beloved woman is lying beside him, what you should be worried about isn’t whether he’d touch you, but whether his biological functions are alright.”

There was no response.

“I can only promise that I won’t get to the last step. But I definitely won’t be able to stop myself from hugging you, kissing you, and getting more intimate.”

There was no response.

Qiao Mianmian could feel her cheeks burning.

He was being… too honest.

How was she to respond to that?

Couldn’t he have made up a lie?

At that moment, she had no words.

The room went silent.

Only the sound of the clock ticking, as well as their breathing, could be heard in the room.

Three to four minutes of time passed.

Qiao Mianmian finally made up her mind. “Mo Yesi.”

“Mm?”

The man was still up.

Qiao Mianmian grabbed the corner of her blanket while blushing. “I think you’d better come up and sleep.”

A few seconds of silence later, the man asked, “What about you?”

“Uh, the bed is rather big.” Qiao Mianmian was a little shy. “It should fit two people comfortably, with space between us. If you aren’t comfortable with this, you can…”

Before she finished her sentence, she felt a dark figure move across her, followed by the sinking of the bed on the other side.

The blanket she had been grabbing was also pulled.

Before she could react to that, she felt a strong arm around her waist, wrapping her in a warm embrace.

The man’s domineering aura was unmistakable.

Mo Yesi kept her in close and pulled the blanket over the both of them.

The girl in his arms struggled for a bit from the shock. “Mo Yesi, let go of me…”

“Don’t move, Baby.”

Because of her wriggling, the desire he had tried so hard to curb was beginning to find its way up again.

Mo Yesi took a deep breath and said in his deep voice, “I just want to hug you to sleep, I won’t do anything else. But if you continue moving about against me, I won’t be able to control myself.”