Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 198 Trainee Detective 36

Her restless hand was grabbed, and the man warned in a cold voice, "Ling Yi?"

Ling Yi hooked his hand around hers: "Boss, are you being so serious?"

Xiang Ke pursed his lips, feeling as if the steam from the iron was pouring into his brain.

Otherwise, why is his mind so muddled that he can't even utter a proper refusal?

After a long silence, he managed to utter "Stop making a fuss," and then he was about to continue being a gentle little nanny.

Unfortunately, his employer was a wicked man and never gave him a chance to work seriously.

A light kiss landed on his back, and the woman's voice traveled through his muscles to every cell in his body: "I heard that men become impotent after thirty. Director Xiang, you don't mean that, do you?"

Xiang Ke said calmly, "I will not be provoked by such a low-level tactic."

He kept saying he wouldn't, but his thighs were tense.

Lingyi likes men like this: they have a waist, a butt, and legs.

Of course, it would be even better if he weren't a shy monk.

"Really not going to give it a try?" As she said this, she felt like a female demon from the Spider Cave.

Xiang Ke, like a wooden stake, meticulously ironed Ling Yi's clothes, seemingly oblivious to the temptations behind him.

Ling Yi was a little curious whether he was really wearing himself out at work.

After all the clothes were washed, Xiang Ke leisurely hung them on the balcony and then washed his hands at the sink.

The seven-step handwashing method is very standard. Each finger is washed meticulously and thoroughly, which is a pleasure to see.

Ling Yi was leaning against the wall watching the monks chanting sutras when someone bent down and hoisted her onto their shoulder.

The world spun before her eyes, and Ling Yi was carried back to the bedroom by a man with a tense expression, who threw her onto the bed.

After bouncing on the soft bed, Ling Yi propped herself up on her arms and watched as the man took off his tight clothes, revealing his broad back and narrow waist, and leaned down to grope her.

The carefully washed hands came in handy at this moment. Director Xiang, who understood every inch of the human body, rarely used his skills on a living person, and his attention was drawn to Ling Yi.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yi stepped onto Xiang Ke's damp shoulder, her short hair already soaked with sweat.

Her breathing was a little erratic, and she nodded her chin at the man, a clear sign of approval.

But the next moment, the person who had just given her the ultimate pleasure suddenly rolled her up in a large blanket, trapping her inside and rendering her unable to move.

Xiang Ke wiped his fingers clean one by one again, said he didn't have a condom, and turned to leave the room.

The sound of water in the bathroom started again, and Ling Yi, buried in the blanket, laughed so hard she was shaking.

Perhaps this brief intimacy completely devoured Xiang Ke's sense of shame, because when he returned, he didn't wear those tight clothes, but only a small piece of cloth as he crawled into Ling Yi's quilt.

Ling Yi casually stroked the silky texture of the fabric and asked with a smile, "Not shy anymore?"

Xiang Ke closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to this little hooligan, and pressed her face against his neck, calmly commanding, "Sleep."

"Pfft." A warm, subtle, and seductive kiss came from that spot, tempting him to do something even more outrageous.

Xiang Ke's chest heaved twice as he hugged the person tighter, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Only after teasing him until he was on the verge of exploding did Lingyi finally fall asleep contentedly.

After she had rested completely, Xiang Ke opened his eyes, which were slightly bloodshot.

No one knows what kind of torment he suffered during that short period of time.

That night, Ling Yi slept soundly amidst the alluring body, while someone beside her tossed and turned, repeatedly awakened by overly erotic scenes in their dreams, and even got up early to iron their own clothes.

Because of her rare day off, Lingyi woke up late the next morning.

She lazily walked out of the bedroom, only to find that the floor was not only mopped until it shone, but also that everything in the room was arranged in an orderly manner.

There seems to be someone in this room with a tidying obsession, but it's not her.

A rustling sound came from the kitchen. Xiang Ke came out carrying a small steamer and ordered, "Go wash up."

Ling Yi stared at the white and tender steamed buns, momentarily stunned: "You ordered takeout?"

The man glared at her with an unpleasant expression, but didn't say anything.

If he couldn't bear the torment any longer and got up at five in the morning to clean the room and make breakfast, wouldn't that be a bit embarrassing?

After the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), there was a pot of seafood congee, a complicated and time-consuming Chinese breakfast, which was also Lingyi's favorite.

Ling Yi glanced at the kitchen and, judging from the dishes that, though not messy, had clearly been moved, realized that these takeout-looking items were actually made by Xiang Ke himself.

Her eyes widened slightly, expressing her shock: "Is Director Xiang really that virtuous?"

Xiang Ke, unable to bear it any longer, said: "Ling Yi, you can call me by my name."

He always felt a sense of...extraordinary shame whenever he was addressed by his official title at such times.

Through the woman's wicked smile, Xiang Ke could easily tell that this was definitely intentional on her part.

She can't stand to see him doing well. How can there be such a wicked woman in this world!

Xiang Ke's hands, as he served the porridge, seemed to carry a hint of emotion.

Ling Yi patted his clothes, which clearly fit him perfectly, and said in surprise, "I feel like I've slept for two days."

Otherwise, why would his clothes have changed?

Xiang Ke glanced at her and sneered, "Heartless, of course he sleeps soundly."

They tease each other enthusiastically, but fall asleep quickly.

Every time he woke up, Xiang Ke wanted to shake her awake and keep her company while he suffered from insomnia.

"Being a little irritable first thing in the morning isn't good for your stomach." Ling Yi kindly pushed the porridge in front of her towards him: "Please drink this first and calm down."

Xiang Ke glanced down at the bowl of porridge she pushed towards him, gave a soft snort, and handed her another bowl.

Ling Yi, who usually sleeps until the very last minute and always makes do with a quick breakfast, rarely gets to eat such a sumptuous and delicious meal. She even squints her eyes in comfort.

Seeing this, Xiang Ke felt that he had lost all his remaining strength.

She's just that kind of heartless person, why bother arguing with her?

After the meal, Lingyi tried to regain some of her status in the family by clearing the dishes, but the man pressed her down onto the sofa.

After glancing at the time on his phone, Xiang Ke said succinctly, "Don't move, I'll clean up."

Ling Yi huddled on the sofa, her feet tucked into the snow-white blanket, and said without the slightest embarrassment, "How embarrassing is this?"

Xiang Ke glanced at her and gave another soft snort.

This demeanor, aloof yet with a touch of mystery, left Ling Yi utterly bewildered.

What's this? You didn't see me for one night, and your rank has improved?