When Qin Miaomiao returned to the bedroom, the dim little lamp was on. She tiptoed carefully, afraid of waking him up.
She climbed onto the bed slowly, just lay down, and felt a sudden tightness around her waist—his hand was already resting there!
"Hubby, you're not asleep?"
Lu Qing replied with a vague "Mm."
He lay on his back, while Qin Miaomiao lay on her side facing him. Her fingertip traced lightly across his chest as she spoke in a soft, syrupy voice:
"Sorry about, um, breaking your waist."
Lu Qing's eyes darkened slightly. "Why do I feel like you're enjoying this at my expense?"
"Absolutely not! But the doctor said that for the next month, it's best not to do any intense activity. For the sake of your health, you'll need to abstain for a whole month!"
Even if she was secretly enjoying this, she had to hold it in!
Lu Qing lightly pinched her waist, his tone calm:
"Then afterward, I'll have to trouble Madam to take it upon herself."
