After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE
chapter-282

Side Story 3 (4)

He was pleased by this sensation that seemed to fill his body and mind. He chuckled lightly and said, “Can’t stand steady? Let me support you.”

She knew that his laughter contained a hint of mockery, so she forcefully patted his shoulder and said, “You’re still laughing? It’s all your fault!”

He supported her body and softly responded, “Hmm, it’s all my fault.”

He said, “It’s all my fault.”

She buried her face in his embrace and after a while, she let out a cold snort. Then she placed her hand on his arm again and leaned on him as they walked towards the bathroom.

She exerted almost all her strength on him, squinting her eyes as she asked, “What time is it now?”

“It’s four in the morning.”

Su Qiuge didn’t expect to wake up so early, and she seemed somewhat annoyed. She pursed her lips and said, “I’ll sleep a little more after I freshen up.”

He lowered his gaze and gently gazed at her. “Hmm.”

Then, as they walked, he asked, “Is there anywhere you want to go?”

She clearly understood that he was asking about their honeymoon destination.

Su Qiuge hadn’t thought about it yet, but she had become somewhat interested in Iceland.

That place at the end of the world, with its lava and glaciers, was said to resemble the surface of the moon.

If they went there, it would surely be very romantic.

While she was thinking about it, she asked him, “Where do you want to go?”

During this time, he had squeezed toothpaste for her, and without any hesitation, he said, “Anywhere you want to go.”

As soon as he said those words, she raised her eyes and then whispered, “Then let me think about it.”

Warm water flowed down from the faucet as she held the toothbrush in her mouth. Meanwhile, he soaked a towel in warm water and gently wiped her face.

The comfortable sensation of warmth made her close her eyes slightly. He stood behind her, using the towel to gently wipe her face, watching her as she closed her eyes in contentment, resembling a comfortable and relaxed little cat.

Then he picked up a comb and began tidying her slightly messy hair.

At that moment, her stomach inconveniently growled.

She originally intended to pretend nothing had happened, brushing her teeth with forced calmness. However, he whispered in her ear, “Hungry?”

Her ears turned red, and she softly responded with a “Hmm.”

He said, “Then I’ll make breakfast later. There are no servants coming to the house today.”

She softly responded with an “Oh,” and as she watched him quickly freshen up, she finally couldn’t resist saying, “Let me help you.”

He usually appeared refined and untainted by the mundane, but now he stood by the counter, rolling up his sleeves slightly, giving off a very gentle appearance as if he was about to cook.

He turned around, facing away from her, and said, “Aren’t you supposed to sleep? You go to sleep first, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

She walked slowly towards him, and her heart softened when she heard his words. Then she held onto his arm and somewhat playfully said, “No, I want to stay here and watch you, and help out a bit.”

He turned his gaze towards her, finding her words somewhat amusing.

Aren’t girls these days supposed to dislike staying in the kitchen?

With this thought in mind, he raised his lips slightly and said, “If you find it boring, you can go watch TV or play with your phone. I’ll cook the noodles quickly.”

She couldn’t stand his “gentle and virtuous” appearance, which made her like him more and more, and even made her feel that she should be nicer to him.

So she hugged him from behind, pressed her face against his, and whispered, “Xiao Xingxing is so good, I want to stay by your side and not do anything else.”

She enjoyed the feeling of being close to him, regardless of what they were doing or where they were.

He seemed slightly taken aback by this nickname, and then as if remembering something, he smirked and teased, “Shouldn’t you call me ‘husband’?”

She was momentarily startled, and then recalled the scene from yesterday when he bit her earlobe and forced her to call him husband. Her face instantly turned red, and the hint of affection she had just started to feel for him disappeared in an instant.

She lightly kicked him with her foot. “I’ll call you whatever I want, what’s it to you?”

A low laugh escaped from his chest, and then he turned around and planted a kiss on her forehead, whispering, “Fine, I’ll listen to you. So, you’ll stay by my side?”

The kiss made her blush, and she fell silent, watching the faint morning light shining through, casting a soft glow on his slender figure. A sense of inexplicable satisfaction washed over her.

The noodles boiled and released steam, making the early morning at four o’clock appear exceptionally beautiful.

After she finished breakfast, she originally didn’t want to sleep, but he saw that she was still in a daze, even yawning, so he put in considerable effort to coax her into bed, much like coaxing a child.

She revealed a pair of watery almond-shaped eyes, peeking out from under the covers, looking at him with an unintentional display of attachment that brought joy to his heart.

“Go to sleep.”

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.