You Feed Me

Chen Jiazhi saw Bei Qingqing's pleading eyes and had no choice but to step in and help her. "My body hasn't fully recovered yet. There's no need to worry about the matter of children for now."

Mother Chen looked at her son and then looked at her daughter-in-law sympathetically. "It's been hard on you, Qingqing."

Chen Jiazhi's face was full of black lines. What kind of trap did he dig for himself!?

Bei Qingqing was overwhelmed by the favor and started chatting happily with Mother Chen.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

Chen Jiazhi was still a little weak and it was not convenient for him to eat with his family in the dining room. Bei Qingqing obediently pushed him back to his room. Then, the butler sent someone to bring over the porridge that was specially prepared for Chen Jiazhi.

Bei Qingqing sat on the bedside with the porridge in her hands. She gently blew at the still steaming porridge and then used a small spoon to feed it to Chen Jiazhi bit by bit.

Although she had been doing this since she married into the Chen Family, she had never felt that it was inappropriate in the past. However, every time she saw Chen Jiazhi's slightly opened lips as he ate the porridge, it reminded her of the warm sensation when he touched her lips that night. As she thought about it, her face unconsciously turned red.

Chen Jiazhi could not help but laugh when he saw that her face turned red when she was feeding the porridge.

Bei Qingqing asked him snappily, "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Jiazhi wanted to tease her, so he asked teasingly, "When you fed me just now, did you think of something inappropriate?"

Bei Qingqing was shocked and sighed at how he knew what she was thinking. Then, she stammered, "I didn't..."

Seeing her panic, Chen Jiazhi was overjoyed. It was as if something had bloomed in his heart. Chen Jiazhi stared at her feeding him gently. His eyes were fixated on her beauty. The shyer she was, the more he wanted to possess her.

Bei Qingqing was dazed by the burning gaze. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue feeding him porridge.

Finally, there was only one mouthful left. However, when Bei Qingqing put the last mouthful into his mouth, Chen Jiazhi bit down on the spoon. It reminded her of his actions that afternoon. Bei Qingqing took out the spoon with a shy face and handed the cutlery to the servant in a panic.

When there were only two people left in the room, Chen Jiazhi suddenly pulled Bei Qingqing's hand. She lost her center of gravity and leaned against his chest. Her eyes were like bright pearls, and her teeth were like buds, causing Chen Jiazhi's body to move.

"You haven't answered me yet. How much kissing quota do you have every day?" Chen Jiazhi's magnetic voice echoed in her ears, as soft as a feather.

Bei Qingqing was bashful and wanted to escape, but she was restrained by Chen Jiazhi's hands. She said shyly, "Then let's do it once a day..."

Chen Jiazhi raised his chin and smiled. "Then I want to advance the quota for tomorrow."

Bei Qingqing's face was red. She turned her head away shyly and did not say anything.

Seeing that she did not say anything, Chen Jiazhi forced her chin up. His eyes were filled with confusion. "You haven't answered me yet. Can you advance the quota for tomorrow's kiss?"

The ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them. When they looked at each other, Bei Qingqing could feel the heat in each other's eyes, and she could feel her body heating up.

She resisted the agitation and shook her head bashfully. "No, the rule is that the quota is only once a day. How can you overdraw it in advance?"

If he overdrew the quota for one month or one year, how could she bear it?