Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Chapter 167: Don’t People Do This during Tomb-Sweeping Day?

”…” Song Yu’s face went all red. It was supposed to be touching! Why did it become that way whenever it involved him?

She shook off his hand angrily and hooted, ”Focus on driving!”

While Qi Chengzhi’s eyes were looking straight at the road, his naughty hand which was cast off crept in again. His two fingers were treading lightly, and went from her leg to her hand, intending to hold it.

Song Yu pulled out before he held it. She slapped lightly on the back of his hand. ”Focus!”

”Hm.” Qi Chengzhi nodded agreeably. ”Give me your hand. Otherwise, I can’t concentrate because of my desire to hold it.”

”…” Song Yu was speechless. He could spin an unconvincing reason so persuasively. She exerted his hand on the steering wheel. ”Concentrate on the steering wheel when you’re driving.”

”Don’t mess around. You know I’m used to holding your hand while driving.” Qi Chengzhi took the chance and grabbed her hand.

Song Yu struggled to pull her hand out, but his grip was too tight. She heard Qi Chengzhi blaming her. ”Don’t mess around. Don’t you want me to focus on driving?”

”…” Look at him! He was blaming it on her.

Song Yu mumbled in her heart. She was not thick-skinned like him. Since she could not argue against him, she could only let him hold her hand.

Who knew that Qi Chengzhi was not done yet? His thumb began tickling her index finger. He said indifferently, ”Keep it under control for now. I will satisfy you tonight. ”

Song Yu could hear a bomb go off in her head. She was fuming, with her scalp feeling the heat. She was trying hard not to kick him out of the car.

”Qi Chengzhi! That’s enough!” Song Yu snarled.

”Heh heh.” Qi Chengzhi chuckled, feeling delighted. He brought her hand over and kissed on the back of it. He finally let it rest.

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The Range Rover stopped at the entrance of the Qi family’s old mansion. When Song Yu released the seat belt, Qi Chengzhi leaned toward her.

Song Yu was shocked. With the back of her head against the chair, all she could see was Qi Chengzhi’s magnified face. His features looked delicate, even up close.

Whether one looked at them separately, or together, they were flawless.

The edge of his lips curled slightly. His gentle gaze melted her heart and made her feel relaxed. Their fiery breaths intertwined.

Song Yu’s lashes batted lightly. Even though Qi Chengzhi had not made a move, she knew he was going to kiss her.

She was getting used to him kissing her in public, even right at the entrance of the old mansion.

Song Yu’s breathing was a mess. It was in between light and heavy, fast and slow. Sometimes, she would hold her breath unknowingly.

Her lashes flapped like butterfly wings. She closed her eyes slowly, as she could feel Qi Chengzhi’s fiery breath approaching. His breath fell on her lips, and her lips began to tremble too.

However, his lips never fell on hers after what seemed like a long time.

Song Yu’s lashes were still fluttering. She opened her eyes slightly, still half squinting, and she found Qi Chengzhi smiling faintly at her. His eyes looked at her jokingly.

”I was just looking at you. Do you want me to kiss you so badly?” Qi Chengzhi lifted his brow, his tone ironic. Coupled with his expression, it ticked her off.

”…” Song Yu was mad. Why was this man on a roll that day?

She let out an angry huff. Her cheeks went red with anger. With both her hands on his chest, she pushed him away hard. She then turned around and wanted to get off the car, still annoyed.

As her hand touched the handle of the car door, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back.

”You said I’m petty. Now, who’s being petty?” His deep, hoarse voice could not hide the fact that he was entertained. He leaned closer. When he spoke, his lips were almost against hers.

She could smell the cold and raw odor of his breath. The pleasant aroma made her heart beat fast.

”Am I being petty?” Song Yu’s index finger poked at his chest. ”Why’re you bullying me today?”

Her soft finger, despite being on his chest, and with the second joint bent into ninety degrees, he did not feel pain at all.

Qi Chengzhi had his one hand at the back of the chair, and the other was holding on to Song Yu’s finger. His thumb and index finger pinched her soft fingertip gently.

”Because you became my wife officially today. I can’t help it.” He let out a laugh and leaned even closer. He began rubbing gently against her lips.