Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“Uncle Ming, you’re so hateful,” Su Yue bashfully said and hung her head low.

Ming Ansheng’s throat was rumbling once more and he clenched his fists. Maintaining a forced smile, he said, “Yueyue, just wait a little longer all right?”

His voice had evidently changed and a normal person could tell.

Without a doubt, Su Yue didn’t notice it and she rattled on, “Why did Third Brother seize every opportunity to do it with Third sister-in-law. Hmph! ”

Ming Ansheng clammed up when he heard her. He turned around and continued to walk towards the bathroom.

But he was cursing Yan Rusheng in his heart. ‘F*ck! Am I in the same category as that shameless scum?’

Yan Rusheng had crushed all his moral values to smithereens.

Ming Ansheng entered the bathroom and soon running water was heard.

Su Yue hugged a pillow as her head rested on her knees.

After some time, she snapped out of her reverie. She soon realized that she could still hear running water.

Uncle Ming was still taking a shower?

Su Yue furrowed her eyebrows and she threw a glance at the clock.

Oh, my god! Uncle Ming had gone inside for more than half an hour. Did he faint inside?

Previously, she watched a TV series and remembered that there was a person who fainted in the midst of a shower.

Su Yue leaped to her feet and sprinted to the bathroom. She knocked on the door and shouted, “Uncle Ming!”

She paused, but no one answered.

Oh shit. Did Uncle Ming really faint?

Su Yue gritted her teeth and swiftly turned the doorknob.

They both frightened each other.

What greeted Su Yue’s eyes was the man’s naked muscular body. Water was running down from his head to his well-defined abs.

Su Yue felt as though her face was burning, and her heart had stopped beating.

She opened her mouth and stammered, “Uncle… Uncle Ming…”

“Shit! Damn it!”

Ming Ansheng glanced at his body and he was furious with himself. When Su Yue softly called him ‘Uncle Ming’ , he finally vented his ‘desire’ immediately.

It frustrated Ming Ansheng, and he cursed himself. He turned around and hastily said, “Yueyue, close the door. Stop looking at me.”

“I realized that you might have fainted in the shower since you took more than half an hour.” Su Yue didn’t move at all and she asked, “What happened to you just now? Did you suffer from urine incontinence?”

Urine incontinence?

Ming Ansheng pressed a palm against the wall while he pressed the other hand against his face. How was he supposed to explain to her that it wasn’t urine incontinence? It was… ahem…

He had finished venting his desires, and he should feel relieved now. Instead, he felt that his body seemed more strained and tensed than before.

“Yueyue, stop spewing nonsense. Go out now.” His voice had turned hoarse from suppressing his desires.

He sounded so weird. Out of concern, Su Yue asked, “Uncle Ming… are you in pain?”

Was this lass trying to pretend that she didn’t know what was going on?

Ming Ansheng really felt that Su Yue was tormenting him to his death. Although his back was facing her, he could feel Su Yue’s eyes fixed intently on him—his naked body!

The water gushed down, washing away his last ounce of determination and sanity. He clenched his teeth and breathed heavily. “Yueyue, come in.”