TSWPF -Chapter 323 I Love You

Xichun, who was closest to Li Qingling, suddenly rushed forward and reached out to catch her.

In an instant, the two of them rolled into a heap.

Li Qingling hurriedly sat up and asked Xichun if she was all right and whether she was hurt.

Xichun shook her head. “Madam, I’m fine. What about you? Did you fall anywhere?”
Luckily she had reacted quickly and caught Madam—otherwise Madam surely would have…

She felt secretly relieved.

“I’m fine,” Li Qingling said.

Although she said so, Nianxia and Xichun were still worried. They carefully checked her over, and only after confirming that Li Qingling was truly unharmed did they finally relax.

After this scare, neither of them dared let Li Qingling walk on her own. They cautiously supported her all the way to the bathing room.

Li Qingling wasn’t used to having people around while she bathed. She told them to go out and said she could manage by herself.

“Then… Madam, please be careful. If anything happens, be sure to call us,” Nianxia said anxiously, afraid Li Qingling might accidentally fall again.

Li Qingling gave a soft “mm.” After the two of them left, she slowly took off her clothes. Lowering her head, she saw that her body was covered in bluish-purple marks. She helplessly rubbed her forehead.

She was now certain that someone really was part dog—otherwise, how could he have left her looking like this?

Her skin was very fair, and with all those bruises layered over it, the sight was downright shocking.

No wonder Xichun and Nianxia had thought he’d beaten her.

Even she herself had almost thought so.

She shook her head helplessly and slowly stepped into the bath. Once the warm water enveloped her, she let out a comfortable sigh.

After soaking, her body felt much lighter. Once she was dressed, she opened the door and asked Nianxia to bring the meal over—she was starving.

Nianxia answered and ran straight to the kitchen.

Xichun helped Li Qingling to the dining table and seated her, then turned around to call for help to carry away the cold bathwater.

Nianxia worked quickly. Before long, she brought over three dishes and a soup.

Li Qingling truly was famished and swept everything clean.

She slumped back in her chair, patted her slightly bulging stomach, and let out a satisfied sigh. Finally full.

“Milord…”

After tidying up the tableware, Nianxia reached the doorway and looked up to see Liu Zhimou. She greeted him respectfully.

Thinking about how she had misunderstood him earlier, her face burned a little. When she saw Liu Zhimou nod, she hurriedly ran off.

“…”

Was he really that scary?

Liu Zhimou walked in wordlessly. When he saw Li Qingling, a smile spread across his face. “Why did you eat so late?”

Li Qingling tilted her head to look at him and rolled her eyes. Whose fault did he think that was?

Seeing her expression, Liu Zhimou immediately understood.

He pressed his lips together with a small smile, strode over, and sat down on the chair beside her. Taking her hand, he said, “Want to go out for a walk?”

“No. Tired…”

Seeing how energetic he looked, her heart felt extremely unbalanced. Why was she the tired one? Why was she the one in pain?

She reached out and tugged at his cheek, telling him to sleep in the study tonight.

Hearing this, he shook his head firmly. He didn’t want to guard an empty bed alone.

With one pull of his arm, he lifted her onto his lap. Lowering his head, he kissed her forehead and softly asked whether her body was uncomfortable.

“You… what are you doing? Someone’s here—put me down!” Xichun was still around! How could he do something so intimate in front of others?

“No one. Just the two of us.”

Hearing that, Li Qingling stopped struggling and turned to look. Xichun had already left, and even the door was closed.

“…”

When did that girl leave? How had she not noticed?

Liu Zhimou didn’t like her attention being on others. He reached out and turned her face back toward him. Meeting her eyes, he asked whether her body still hurt.

Last night, he really had gone too far…

Thinking of last night, his gaze darkened. If not for concern about her health, he might have…

Li Qingling didn’t notice his expression. She tugged at his ear and asked, pretending to be angry, “Are you a dog or something?”

“Hm?”

What did she mean? Why ask that?

She lifted her clothes irritably and pointed at the marks. “Look at this—look at all of it. This is all your doing. You’re not a dog, so how could you—”

Before she could finish, she slapped his hand away. “What are you doing? Don’t think about messing around again. Otherwise I’ll make you sleep in the study for two months.”

This man couldn’t be indulged, or he’d just push his luck.

Liu Zhimou looked at her with heartache. “Wife, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.” He’d been far too excited last night and hadn’t controlled his strength. “Does it hurt? Should I apply some medicine?”

He wondered whether there were marks elsewhere too.

With that thought, he carried her quickly to the bed and carefully set her down, reaching out to pull at her clothes.

“Hey—” Li Qingling shoved him away and darted to the corner of the bed, clutching the quilt and staring at him warily. “Liu Zhimou, are you not taking my words seriously, huh?”

After warning him, he still dared act like this—did he really want to sleep in the study?

Liu Zhimou looked at her, both amused and helpless. He explained that he just wanted to check if she had any other injuries—he truly wasn’t trying to do anything. She shouldn’t think of him as such a beast.

Could she have developed some sort of psychological shadow? If so, what about his future benefits?

He swallowed with difficulty and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, extending one hand toward her. “Come. Let your husband check if you’re hurt anywhere else. It was my fault—I won’t be so rough next time.”

Her porcelain-white skin had been marked like this by him. He felt deeply guilty.

Li Qingling shook her head. “No need.”

She was too embarrassed to let him look. Even though they were already truly husband and wife, she still felt shy.

Seeing the blush rise uncontrollably on her face, he knew she was embarrassed.

He gazed at her with eyes full of love, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and gently pulled her into his arms. Holding her softly, he whispered in her ear that they were husband and wife—there was no need to be shy.

Everything that needed to be seen had already been seen. Being shy now was pointless.

“No… no need. It just looks scary. It doesn’t actually hurt at all. Really, I’m not lying.”

Liu Zhimou kissed her cute ear and kept whispering sweet words, coaxing her gently.

As if possessed, she lightly nodded.

Seeing that, the corners of his lips curved up as he carefully removed her clothes.

When he saw the bruises on her body, he wished he could punch himself twice. He really was…

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

Li Qingling buried her face in the quilt. Hearing his question, she slowly shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt.”

It just looked frightening—really, it didn’t hurt.

Liu Zhimou lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then apologized again.

Hearing the guilt in his voice, she turned her head and looked at him, deliberately asking if he regretted it.

“I regret using too much strength and leaving you like this.” He touched her cheek. “As for everything else, I’ll never regret it in this lifetime.”

She was his wife—how could he ever regret that?

Li Qingling raised an eyebrow at him. “As long as you don’t regret it. If you ever dare say you do, I’ll beat you until you’re crawling on the ground.”

She raised her hand and shook her clenched fist.

He looked at her deeply, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. Telling her to wait a moment, he went to get some medicine to apply to her.

“No need. It’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

“Yes.” He dismissed her objection with a single word, fetched the medicine, and gently applied it to her. “Next time, I’ll definitely be gentle, okay?”

“You still want a next time?”

“…” Liu Zhimou lay on his side beside her, facing her. “Wife, are you dissatisfied with your husband, hmm?”

Li Qingling blinked. After a moment, she finally understood what he meant.

She ground her teeth and pushed his face aside. “Go away. Don’t tease me.”

This man was really becoming more and more…

Her once-innocent husband, Liu Zhimou, was gone.

He kissed her palm, startling Li Qingling into pulling her hand back immediately. She puffed out her cheeks and glared at him.

Looking into her watery eyes and seeing his own tiny reflection in them, he couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her eyelids.

“Having you… is wonderful.”

To meet her in this lifetime, to know her, love her, and be loved by her—it was a blessing earned from his past life.

Moved by the deep affection in his eyes, Li Qingling smiled softly. “Having you is wonderful too.”

Having him, having those children—only then could her soul from another world truly find peace here.

She was grateful to him, and she loved him.

It was he who gave her a home in this world—a happy and simple home.

Liu Zhimou interlaced his fingers with hers and gazed at her deeply. “I want to have you for eternity.”

For eternity?

“Wouldn’t you get tired of facing me for eternity?”

“No. You are my wife, the one I love. How could I ever get tired of you?”

Li Qingling looked at him steadily for a long while. Suddenly, she lifted her head and kissed his lips, softly saying, “I love you.”

Hearing those three words, his whole body trembled. He tightened his grip on her hand, overwhelmed with emotion, and asked her to say it again.

That first time, the words had slipped out naturally, driven by emotion. Now that he asked her to repeat them, she felt shy.

“Nice words aren’t said twice. If you didn’t hear it, then forget it.”

“Wife, say it again.”

“No.”

“Wife, say it again, please!” Just to hear those three words once more, he even resorted to acting spoiled.

Li Qingling turned her head away, refusing to look at his pitiful expression, afraid she might soften.

“No.”

“Wife, say it one more time, okay?” Liu Zhimou lightly scratched her palm, pleading.

She turned her head back, her eyes burning as she looked at him.
“You haven’t said it to me yet. Say it once for me to hear.”

She had never heard him say those three words to her.