Chapter 285 If a Husband Can’t Be a Gentleman, Who Can Blame Him When His Wife Is So Sweet

“So, me sleeping while hugging you, Uncle, is completely normal.”

Lu Ming nodded, seeming to understand.

Tilting his little head, he asked, “Then… can I also hug the person I like the most when I sleep?”

Song Jingmo’s lips curved slightly. “When you grow up and have someone you like, you can hug them too.”

Lu Ming’s eyes lit up, his little face full of anticipation. “Then I want to grow up quickly! I want to hug my wife when I sleep!”

“Song Jingmo!!!”

Lu Er finally couldn’t hold back, grabbing the pillow beside him and throwing it at Song Jingmo. “Why are you telling a child this kind of thing?!”

Song Jingmo caught the pillow, his expression innocent. “I was just answering his question, and everything I said was true.”

Then, sounding aggrieved: “Er-Er, I didn’t teach the kid anything wrong.”

“True my foot!”

Lu Er’s cheeks burned red. “Get out! Get out! I’ll put him to sleep first; don’t cause trouble here~”

With that, he grabbed Song Jingmo’s arm and dragged him toward the door.

Song Jingmo staggered two steps but still smiled. “How am I causing trouble? I’m just telling the truth.”

“You can’t say the truth! He’s only three. Why are you talking about wives with him!”

Standing outside the door, Song Jingmo looked innocently. “Then how should I explain it? Should I say everything he saw was a hallucination?”

Lu Er glared at him, fuming. “Shut up, I’ll put him to bed first!”

Lu Ming watched with wide, innocent eyes, curious about this adult battle.

Song Jingmo looked at Lu Er’s face, reddened by embarrassment and irritation, and his smile deepened.

Softly, he said, “You put him to sleep first; I’ll wait in the bedroom.”

He paused, then added, “Hurry up. Don’t make me wait too long.”

The last line, “don’t make me wait too long,” was lowered in voice, carrying a subtle hint of intimacy.

Lu Er’s face turned even redder. Song Jingmo quickly stepped aside and closed the door behind him.

Inside, Lu Ming was already obediently lying under the covers, blinking at Lu Er.

Lu Er took a deep breath, steadying himself, then returned to the bed to continue putting him to sleep.

“Uncle,” Lu Ming whispered, “are you Uncle’s wife?”

Lu Er: “······”

How does this child still remember this?

He gritted his teeth and spoke as calmly as possible: “He’s my husband.”

Lu Ming said “Oh,” then asked, “Then… do you like Uncle?”

Lu Er gave a quiet “Mm.”

Satisfied, Lu Ming closed his eyes.

The little one curled into a tiny ball, breathing evenly, still holding onto one of Lu Er’s fingers.

Lu Er gently withdrew his finger, tucked the covers around him, and pressed a goodnight kiss on his forehead before tiptoeing out of the children’s room.

The master bedroom door was slightly ajar, with only a dim bedside lamp on.

Lu Er stepped in—and was immediately pulled into a warm, tight embrace from the side.

“Bang!” The door slammed shut behind him.

The next second, Lu Er was pinned to the wide, soft bed.

Song Jingmo hovered above him, looking down at the person he had been longing for, his eyes full of unrestrained heat.

“All tucked in?”

His voice was low.

Lu Er’s heart raced uncontrollably beneath him, but he stubbornly said, “Mm… what are you—get off…”

“No.”

Song Jingmo lowered his head, noses brushing, breaths mingling. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

Lu Er turned his head, ears burning. “It’s only been a few minutes…”

“Even a few minutes is still waiting.”

His lips brushed his earlobe lightly. “And someone just said outside that I was corrupting a child?”

Lu Er shivered slightly, protesting, “You’ve been corrupting a child all along…”

“Where did I corrupt him just now?”

His kisses traced down his ear to her neck. “It’s only now that I’m corrupting a child…”

Lu Er couldn’t respond, breathing growing rapid.

Song Jingmo’s lips moved lower, his voice low, hoarse, with a teasing undertone: “Do you like me corrupting children?”

Lu Er bit his lower lip, trying not to make a strange sound.

He lifted his head, gazing into his eyes, glistening with arousal, his smile deepening.

“Er-Er,” His voice soft enough to drip like water. “Do you know what I like most?”

Lu Er shook his head, bewildered.

Leaning down, he whispered near his lips, “I like seeing you like this the most.”

The kiss fell, like a sudden summer rain—passionate and urgent.

Lu Er’s pajamas were quickly removed, his fair skin glowing faintly pink in the dim light.

His body trembled slightly, whether from the cool air or his warm hands, he didn’t know.

Song Jingmo’s kisses slid from his lips to her jaw, down to his collarbone, attending to every inch of skin carefully.

His breathing grew rapid, fingers clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Song Jingmo…”

His voice trembled with a mix of tears and desire, unsure if he wanted him to stop or continue.

He lifted his head, looking at the redness of his eyes and the wet lashes, feeling a surge of soft possessiveness.

Kissing away his tears, he murmured, hoarse, “Er-Er, how about skipping the shower tonight?”

Lu Er froze. “Why?”

“I want to see you have our baby.”

Song Jingmo massaged his belly seriously. “With all this, we could have a really beautiful little one.”

Lu Er froze again, then laughed, trembling all over. “Song Jingmo, you’re a doctor… what are you talking about!”

“I’m not crazy.”

His voice was low, serious, obsessively focused as he kissed his belly. “So beautiful.”

Lu Er: “······”

“If you could have children, with my diligence…”

A mischievous smile curved his lips. “We could already field a whole football team with our kids.”

Lu Er’s face flushed crimson. He kicked him: “Song Jingmo! What are you thinking about all the time!”

He held his struggling legs easily, kissing his lips once. “Thinking about you.”

“Song Jingmo!!!”

He tried to push him, both angry and embarrassed. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

Song Jingmo let him push, unmoving, hugging him even tighter.

He chuckled in his ear. “I’m not lying—I’m really diligent. If you allow me, I could be even more diligent.”

Lu Er was too angry to speak, but his body betrayed him, soft and powerless.

He could only glare at his reddened eyes, expressing his fury silently.

To Song Jingmo, those eyes seemed more like an invitation.

Night deepened, but the temperature in the bedroom kept rising.

His kisses were fiery, as if trying to set him completely ablaze.

His fair skin flushed pink with passion, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

Crying yet clinging tightly to his shoulders.

“Song Jingmo… where’s your gentlemanly… demeanor?”

His voice was broken, teary, unable to form a complete sentence.

Song Jingmo didn’t slow down, just lowered his head to kiss away his tears.

Through his lips and teeth came a low, playful voice: “If a husband can’t be a gentleman, who can blame him when his wife is so sweet?”

Lu Er tried to speak again but was silenced by another kiss; all her words turned into fragmented sobs.