“Do you really want to hear it that badly?”
Song Qiuyu pursed her lips, finding it a bit amusing.
Though, if it were her, she’d also want to hear something other than “Xi’er” by now—a little novelty.
Like “baby”… or… “wife”…
Well, thinking was one thing, but she didn’t actually want Jiang Xiao to say it. It was too embarrassing.
If she could have it her way, she’d want him to only ever call her Xi’er for the rest of his life.
“Yeah!”
Jiang Xiao’s gaze was firm.
“Then let go of me first.”
Song Qiuyu tried to negotiate.
“No.”
Jiang Xiao’s brows furrowed.
“Jiang Xiao~”
Song Qiuyu’s pretty almond-shaped eyes blinked at him twice, feigning a soft, coquettish tone.
“Coaxing won’t work!”
Instead, Jiang Xiao pressed his body down.
“I’m your girlfriend now, you can’t bully me like this!”
Forced to press close against him, Song Qiuyu subconsciously tried to control her heartbeat, afraid he’d hear every single beat.
But the attempt was completely futile.
She couldn’t withstand Little Jiang Xiao’s coaxing and warmth; her thoughts and heart rate were all thrown into chaos.
They hadn’t been this close in such a long time.
Her body began to miss him involuntarily.
“Mm!”
Suddenly, she felt a light bite on her cheek. Her eyes widened, and her face blazed red.
“Xi’er, ahem… husband…”
Jiang Xiao guided her slowly.
“I’ll say it, just let me go first.”
Song Qiuyu twisted her body awkwardly, trying to move her face away from Jiang Xiao’s lips. She felt she could never utter those words in this state.
She needed to relax, but her boyfriend’s stubborn look gave her little hope.
She could only resort to a clumsy repetition of her old trick—pretending to be angry and puffing out her cheeks.
“No, say it first.”
Jiang Xiao stopped biting her cheek and instead leaned closer to her flushed earlobe, breathing warm air, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
“Heh…”
A tingling heat spread from her earlobe, and Song Qiuyu’s heart skipped half a beat.
A low, gentle electric current, like a fish swimming, coursed through her entire body, making her bite her lips tightly in discomfort.
Jiang Xiao’s breath tangled around her, like the hottest flame, burning away all the disguises and defenses wrapped around her true heart.
She shivered helplessly within it, forced to respond with sincerity, not daring to fake it anymore: “Fine, you win… I’ll say it…”
Just then, Jiang Xiao’s low laugh slipped into her ears, making the roots of her ears burn and her little ears itch unbearably.
“Good, I’m listening.”
But Jiang Xiao grew even more mischievous, biting her burning earlobe.
Song Qiuyu froze.
The courage she had barely mustered was shattered by the sharp blade of shame.
She was about to say it, dammit!
She wanted to take back the words she’d said long ago—the ones about being Jiang Xiao’s girlfriend being absolutely great!
How could he be like this…
So, she took a shallow breath, furrowed her brows, gritted her teeth, and went for it: “Bad husband!”
“Huh?”
Jiang Xiao was taken aback.
“I said it, now let me go!”
Forcing down the discomfort in certain parts of her body, Song Qiuyu urged him.
“But Xi’er, you called me a bad husband. How can I let you go now?”
Jiang Xiao sighed.
He was suffering too. If they hadn’t already agreed to hold off for now, he’d want to pick up Xi’er and do exactly what he wanted.
“Huh?” Song Qiuyu was stunned for two seconds.
Seeing Jiang Xiao kiss and nibble on her little ear and then move to her neck, she couldn’t help but squint her eyes and hold her breath.
This wasn’t good!
Having personally experienced the highest temperature of passion, even days later, she could still easily read Jiang Xiao’s state.
Her mind was a mess.
She swallowed her saliva and tightened her little hands pinned to the sides: “Good… good husband! Good husband! The best husband ever!”
“Am I really that good?”
Jiang Xiao seemed satisfied. He propped himself back up and smiled at his girlfriend’s tear-filled eyes.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu let out a light hum, couldn’t help pouting, and shot him a glare.
But the glare had no anger in it—instead, it carried a hint of fox-like allure.
“You’re the best wife too!”
Jiang Xiao gave her forehead a final kiss, then quickly let go and rolled back to his original spot.
Then he closed his eyes and frantically reviewed the Great Compassion Mantra he had memorized over the past few days.
That mantra was the best for suppressing the craving—the urge to be intimate with his girlfriend.
“Mm…”
Song Qiuyu’s head was steaming.
She stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, feeling like her body and mind weren’t her own anymore.
It was as if those embarrassing words hadn’t even come out of her mouth.
After calming down a little, she belatedly realized something from Jiang Xiao’s earlier words.
“Jiang Xiao…”
“I’m your best wife. Then how many other wives do you have?”
Jiang Xiao choked.
“They’re probably just the ones on a screen, right?”
Song Qiuyu bit her lip.
“Xi’er, I…”
Jiang Xiao turned his head. The person beside him had already turned to face him, her eyes shimmering with a faint mist, looking extremely pitiful.
“Wives on screen aren’t allowed either, unless they’re also mine…”
Song Qiuyu said petulantly.
Hearing this, Jiang Xiao burst out in exasperated laughter.
He pinched her cheek and said, “Well, then I do have quite a few wives. Can’t count them on both hands. Do you want me to name them all for you, like reciting a menu?”
“Yeah, go ahead!”
Song Qiuyu looked expectant.
So Jiang Xiao recited every single photo she had ever sent him from her phone album.
It went something like: White-stocking Xi’er, Sailor-uniform Xi’er, Black-stocking Xi’er, Tifa Xi’er, and so on.
After hearing that, Song Qiuyu sucked in a cold breath. Her heart raced as she involuntarily visualized those photos.
After all, most of those pictures were taken when she was still a boy.
Having worked so hard to be a girl for so long, suddenly revisiting that past made her uncontrollably want to resist it.
Let that past self die completely in the past.
No matter who, no one was allowed to dig that self out of the grave again.
What’s gone is gone, why dwell on it?
She couldn’t stand the overwhelming awkwardness. She backed away in shame until—thud—she fell flat on her bottom.
“Ah, that hurts…”
“Xi’er! Are you okay? Sorry, I carried the joke too far!”
Jiang Xiao quickly flipped off the blanket, got out of bed, and picked up his girlfriend who had fallen.
“It’s all your fault!”
Snuggled in her boyfriend’s arms, Song Qiuyu turned her face away in shyness and spitefully slapped his firm chest with her small hand.
But even the slapping felt like coaxing.
“It’s all me, all me.”
He set her down on the bed and noticed her sneaking a rub on her butt. His eyes narrowed.
“Xi’er, need help?”
“No!”
Song Qiuyu froze for two seconds before snapping back, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh…”
Jiang Xiao wasn’t surprised. Knowing her reason for refusing was definitely embarrassment, he smiled.
“Stop laughing.”
Song Qiuyu burrowed under the covers, continuing to rub in secret.
After a long while, seeing that he actually seemed to be lying down and going to sleep, she felt a bit dissatisfied.
She turned her head to glance at him twice, pouted, and looked away.
So he really wasn’t going to help.
She drooped her little head wearily, withdrew her gaze, and after two seconds of silence, looked up at the calendar on the table.
That calendar was a souvenir given to her, the Gold Medal NPC, by the organizers at the comic convention during winter break.
Even in the dim light, she could still make out the dates on it.
As she stared, she suddenly realized the time was getting closer to the date three years ago when she had broken up with Jiang Xiao.
Breaking up…
A sour feeling surged in her heart, stirring her deeply. She suddenly wanted to do a few more things for Jiang Xiao.
With that thought, she turned her head to look at the person beside her again.
The next second, the one who should have been asleep lazily opened his eyes.
Their eyes met. She slowly widened her eyes, and without hesitation, leaned in.
“Jiang Xiao, do you remember what day it is in two days?”
She stared intently at his eyes, waiting for his answer.
Based on her knowledge of him, he definitely remembered.
“Huh?”
Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow, eyeing her with an amused look. “What day is it in two days? I think I forgot?”
Hearing that, Song Qiuyu pressed her lips together, feeling quite annoyed.
Then, feeling a little bite-y, when Jiang Xiao reached out to pinch her cheek, she bit down without hesitation.
Unlike before when it was accidental, this time it was intentional.
She bit until there was a faint tooth mark before letting go and looking at the person pretending to be in pain.
“That’s your punishment! Remember now?”
“Yeah, I think I remember.”
Jiang Xiao smiled wryly and nodded.
Seeing this, Song Qiuyu gently grabbed his big hand with both of her delicate little hands.
At the same time, she slightly raised a white, slightly plump leg and placed it over his waist, pressing him between her thigh and the bed.
Not sure if his girlfriend’s sometimes very provocative moves were accidental or intentional, Jiang Xiao just thought it was a bad habit.
After all, it made him very uncomfortable right now.
Her eyes sparkled with a bright gleam as she leaned closer to his face. “I was just thinking—as compensation, I need to fulfill your Six Wishes!”
Jiang Xiao was stunned.
“Six years, one wish per year. Six is just right.”
Song Qiuyu squeezed Jiang Xiao’s big hand and said seriously.
“Yeah.”
Looking at the sweet and obedient smile so close, Jiang Xiao was momentarily lost in thought.
“But that’s all in the past. And we’re together now. Actually, Xi’er, you don’t have to worry about those things anymore.”
“No way. Even if you don’t care anymore, even if you’ve let it go, I do. I can’t stand to see you wronged!”
Song Qiuyu lowered her voice.
“Back then, I might have felt wronged, but now I’m not wronged anymore.”
Jiang Xiao used his other hand to ruffle her fluffy little head, smiling gently.
Not wronged at all—quite happy, in fact.
“No way!”
She grabbed the hand stroking her head, catching both of his big hands, her tone firm.
“Hurry up and tell me, what are your Six Wishes?” As your girlfriend, I’ll do my best to make all of them come true!”
“…”
Jiang Xiao was defeated by her persistence.
“Think fast!”
Seeing Jiang Xiao start to think, Song Qiuyu watched him expectantly.
Her fair, flawless leg restlessly patted his firm waist a few times.
She meant it as a nudge, but the light patting stirred up different ripples and heartbeats in both of them.
She quickly realized it wasn’t a good idea and tried to pull her leg back.
“Don’t move. Just keep it like this.”
Jiang Xiao’s voice, full of enjoyment, slipped into her ears.
Those few words landed like six bombs.
Song Qiuyu’s heart raced. Jiang Xiao’s reaction of enjoyment made her feel intensely embarrassed.
She let out a muffled “mm,” slowly put her leg back, but as she moved, the tender skin of her thigh felt like it was being nibbled by ants or scorched by the sun, endlessly stirring up uncontrollable ripples deep in her consciousness.
The same gesture now had a completely different meaning.
Her whole body went limp, feeling like she had become Jiang Xiao’s possession.
If Jiang Xiao wanted to do something bad to her right now, she would probably go along without a second thought, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Their post-marriage family status seemed clear.
She had thought she’d be the one in charge of Jiang Xiao.
But no—it was the opposite. She was completely wrapped around his finger.
The only way she might turn the tables was by scolding their future baby.
Simply put: if Jiang Xiao bullied her, she’d hit his kid!
Seeing her almost melt into a puddle of mush, Jiang Xiao’s smile grew tender.
“I’ve thought of the first wish.”
“Huh?”
Song Qiuyu snapped back to reality.
“I want my wife to always be happy—genuinely happy from the heart, not the kind you force yourself to show just so others think you’re happy.”
While she was still stunned, Jiang Xiao pulled his hands free, cupped her hot, soft cheeks, and pressed his forehead against hers.
“That’s not how a wish works…”
Song Qiuyu frowned. She wanted to hear the wishes Jiang Xiao wanted fulfilled, not this weird standard for himself.
There were only six wishes. How could he waste one like this?
‘No, this is my wish.’
Jiang Xiao’s smile deepened.
“No, that’s too weird! Think of something else!”
With his wide, warm palm pressing against her cheeks, Song Qiuyu’s lips puckered as she spoke, her words gradually becoming muffled.
“Alright, then I’ll think again.”
Jiang Xiao sighed helplessly. Meeting her serious gaze, he couldn’t help but close the distance.
He gave her lips a light peck and said, “How about we don’t go to the library tomorrow?”
Song Qiuyu froze.
Ugh, you useless fool, no tickets for you! Useless!!