The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife

Chapter 120: Pain

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I…” Zhao Zhan stuttered.

At this moment, he was still a little angry.

Yue Jiaojiao was sitting on the bed. The room was dimly lit, and her face was plain and clean. Her undergarments were also hung loosely on her shoulders because of her sleeping posture.

Zhao Zhan looked over and only felt that she was dazzling.

Then, he felt a warm feeling in his philtrum.

“Zhao Zhan, your nose is bleeding!”

Seeing Zhao Zhan’s face in the light beside him, Yue Jiaojiao was angry and amused at the same time.

This person had read a story book and looked at herself like that. The contents of the story were self-evident. She exclaimed and got out of bed barefooted.

As her figure swayed, her slightly loose inner clothes couldn’t hide her beautiful figure.

Zhao Zhan only took one look and felt that the blood from his nose dripped out quicker. He staggered and got up in a hurry. His right hand, which was on the ground, accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and sparks immediately splashed on the pillow.

The more he panicked, the more chaotic he became.

Zhao Zhan couldn’t care less about his nosebleed. He hurriedly threw his blanket aside and picked up the notebook that had fallen to the ground. He slapped it hard.

Yue Jiaojiao laughed loudly at the side, not giving him any face at all.

“Zhao Zhan, that pillow of yours isn’t stuffed with cotton. It won’t catch on fire that easily. “Yue Jiaojiao couldn’t help but laugh as she stared at the half-destroyed storybook in Zhao Zhan’s hands. “Are you that afraid that I’ll see what you’re looking at?”

Zhao Zhan stared blankly at the pillow that only had a small hole burned through it. He then realized that he had done something st*pid.

“Go and get some cold water to wash your nose.” Yue Jiaojiao walked up to him and gave him a push. “Don’t just stand there.”

Zhao Zhan nodded in a daze and ran out.

After he left the room, Yue Jiaojiao squatted down and picked up the nearly burnt book. Then, she threw it to the side, feeling an eye-stinging pain.

The style of the painting was too direct and not beautiful at all. Moreover, the expressions of men and women were exceptionally vivid.

Yue Jiaojiao was a little disgusted.

When Zhao Zhan was done and returned to his room, he ran over and hugged his bedding in his arms. He looked at Xin Jian and whispered, “I wiped the place where I was laying the bedding just now and it’s a little wet. Shall I go to the study next door?”

“Come here.” Yue Jiaojiao patted the spot beside her. “Put your blanket back into the box.”

Zhao Zhan walked over with almost a hint of guilt.

He had just sat down by the bed when Yue Jiaojiao slipped inside and grabbed the back of his collar to drag him down to lie flat. “Don’t sleep on the floor all day. It’s going to be cold soon. If you’re injured, who’s going to take care of me?”

He was lying side by side with his lover.

Zhao Zhan took a long time to find his voice. “Jiaojiao, if I squeeze you…”

“Don’t be so long-winded, it’s not like we’ve never laid down together like this before,” Yue Jiaojiao had already skillfully pulled one of his arms into her embrace. Facing Zhao Zhan, she curled up her legs and arched her body, yawning tiredly.

“Zhao Zhan,” Yue Jiaojiao was like a koala bear, finally finding a safe haven. “I’m so sleepy.”

Zhao Zhan felt his heart melt.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled softly, his voice incredibly gentle. “Go to sleep. I’ll always be here.”

Yue Jiaojiao rubbed her head against his arm and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning when Zhao Zhan woke up, he realized that he had woken up late!

The sky outside was already bright. He sat up with a face full of fear, completely unaware that half of his body was suspended outside. Then, he fell to the ground with Yue Jiaojiao in his arms.