"Wife, let's sleep." Lucky gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice hoarse as he tried to suppress the fire burning within him, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair.
Even though he couldn't have her tonight, being so close like this was a first for Lucky, filling him with a strange sense of satisfaction and joy.
Lily lay in Lucky’s arms, eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep no matter what she tried.
He was still pressed against her, radiating heat, yet insisted they sleep like this? She doubted either of them would get any rest tonight…
With worries on her mind and unable to settle down, Lily felt sorry for Lucky’s struggle. She turned back and softly asked, "Lucky, how about I tell you a bedtime story?"
Lucky grunted. Damn little minx, why are you moving around? Just as he managed to calm down, her little wiggle set him ablaze again!
A story? Just hearing your voice is almost too much for me!
"Go to sleep!" Lucky tightened his grip, holding her close.
Lily could feel Lucky’s growing instincts. She felt deeply guilty, never realizing it was her subtle movements and voice that stoked his fire. All she wanted was to tell him a story to distract him, hoping it would make things easier for him and help him endure.
"Be good, Lucky, let me tell you a story. Don’t you love my bedtime stories? I even wrote them down recently, planning to give Aunt Fourth a copy so she can read them to Gold Bean and Silver Bean." Lily deliberately rambled, trying to distract Lucky.
Lucky half-closed his eyes, struggling to control himself. He listened to Lily, only able to mumble his agreement.
"Let me tell you one too!" Lily squirmed in Lucky’s arms, completely unaware that every little movement set off sparks in him, threatening to turn his inner flame into a volcano.
Finally, Lily wriggled free from the covers, reaching for the box by the bed that held her storybooks. Her skin, white as mutton-fat jade, glowed in the firelight, wrapped in a shimmering halo—utterly tempting.
Lucky stared at her bare figure, gulped, and covered his eyes with his hand: Wife, if you keep tormenting me like this, I’m going to lose it!
Just about to explode, Lucky grabbed Lily, who was rummaging for the bedtime storybook, and pulled her back, holding her firmly in his arms. "No running off, no moving around!"
With a thud, the box in Lily’s hand fell by the pillow, and books and contracts spilled all over the bed.
Lily looked into Lucky’s eyes—they glinted an eerie green, just like a wolf!
Lucky took a deep breath, staring at his delicate little wife in his arms, trying desperately to hold back, hold back, and hold back some more!
Lily blinked, then reached out and patted Lucky’s cheek. "Lucky, let me tell you a story, okay?"
Lucky nodded, his voice husky. "Tell me."
"Let’s tell a pure and innocent fairy tale, and then we’ll just sleep innocently together, okay?" Lily teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Lucky clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "Alright, if my wife wants to tell a story, then go ahead and tell one."
Satisfied, Lily grinned and fumbled at the bedside, pulling out two pieces of clothing—one for herself, and one to drape over Lucky.
Lucky sat up, leaned against the headboard, and let Lily nestle comfortably in his arms. He carefully tucked the quilt around her to keep out the chill.
"Good Lucky, what fairy tale should I tell you tonight?" Lily tilted her head, flipping open the "Bedtime Fairy Tale Book" in her hand—wait, wasn’t this the picture book Cynthia Wu gave her?
Crap, she grabbed the wrong book!