I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 83 - 82: Flattery Skills Maxed Out

After a night of tenderness, the next morning, Song Yuanhuan got up with a satisfied expression and went for a morning run, while Xu Xiuxiu hid in her bed like a shrinking turtle, her legs trembling. If Song Yuanhuan hadn’t come back with breakfast, Xu Xiuxiu might have continued to play dead in bed.

"Come on, get up! Cheng Guang is almost awake," Song Yuanhuan entered the bedroom, soothingly coaxing Xu Xiuxiu, who had buried herself completely under the covers.

"I’m not getting up." Xu Xiuxiu grumbled, coiled in the comforter.

At this moment, the memory of last night, where Song Yuanhuan had gently but firmly led her through her very first true experience of intimacy, filled Xu Xiuxiu with annoyance. She had not expected that a man starved for so long would, like a famished refugee, mercilessly drag her into a second round without any care, his domineering presence leaving no room for her resistance.

If it weren’t for the fact that by the end, with the sky outside the window turning pale and out of sheer frustration, it might have led to a third round. Just the thought made Xu Xiuxiu’s legs tremble—the frequency was too brutal for a mere mortal to endure.

"How about you get up, have some porridge, then go back to sleep?" The man, who had amply satisfied himself the night before, turning a certain little lady over and over twice, now felt quite magnanimous and tolerant toward her whims, but he wouldn’t allow her to laze in bed forever. She had to eat something first.

"I said I’m not getting up, so I won’t," Xu Xiuxiu stubbornly hid in the covers, daring not to show her face, afraid Song Yuanhuan would see her flushed cheeks.

She felt like she was getting to know this man anew; he truly embodied modern contrasts—stern and meticulous in his military uniform by day, a passionate wolf by night. His complex techniques had even a seasoned single woman like her, who had seen it all, admitting defeat.

"..." Song Yuanhuan stared at the bundle wrapped in the comforter, falling silent for a while.

Xu Xiuxiu, hidden within the covers, wondered absurdly if Song Yuanhuan had been angered away by her. Was he really that impatient, to have given up after just a few attempts to persuade her? Such lack of patience easily leads to trouble.

Brooding like a resentful wife, Xu Xiuxiu suddenly felt the comforter being pulled sporadically, the cool air seeping in from the foot of the bed where the cover had been opened. Then slowly, the pulling sound continued.

"Hey..." Xu Xiuxiu peeked from the covers, only to see her legs wrapped around the comforter losing ground; soon, Song Yuanhuan’s rough palms gripped one of her delicate feet. Despite her frantic kicking, her foot was easily secured in the palm of his hand, followed by an unbearable tickle across the sole of her foot.

"Ah!" Xu Xiuxiu grimaced and cried out in discomfort, her captured foot struggling, while her free one instinctively kicked towards Song Yuanhuan, as if to smack him right in the face with the sole.

Yet, as if he had anticipated this, Song Yuanhuan caught her other foot as well, then boldly slid under the covers like an eel. The exhausted Xu Xiuxiu, who had fallen asleep last night without even putting on pajamas, felt a hot, wet kiss on her thigh, which instantly sent her into a panicked nosebleed.

This man is a total lecher!

"Song Yuanhuan, don’t you dare touch me!" Xu Xiuxiu struggled furiously, yelling and kicking, but it was of no use with her legs pinned down.

On the contrary, Song Yuanhuan easily pinned her legs and swiftly slithered on top of her during her struggle. In the next moment, he was pressing his entire body against hers, chest to chest, nose to nose, staring at her.

"Are you getting up or not? If you don’t get up now, I’ll eat you. I wasn’t full from last night!" Song Yuanhuan pecked her red lips with his thin ones and then threatened solemnly, his tone stuffed with innuendos that could embarrass anyone to death.

Blushing from her struggles, Xu Xiuxiu felt even hotter because she was hiding under the covers. Hearing Song Yuanhuan’s threat, she couldn’t help but internally scorn, "You bloody pervert, tossing and turning me twice already and still not full? What more do you want, to reach heaven?"

But Song Yuanhuan’s threat was indeed intimidating. Despite her dissatisfaction, Xu Xiuxiu reluctantly ceased her struggles, realizing that his body temperature had significantly risen in just those moments. She had to admit the seriousness of his threats.

"I’m getting up, right now." The wise do not fight when they know they’re losing. From the look of him, Song Yuanhuan must be avenging his unsatiated desires from the last six months! Indeed, creatures driven by their lower halves are despicable, she thought, regretting her occasional sympathy for him, worried he’d go mad with repression, and she surrendered with her hands raised.

"Hmm," Song Yuanhuan cheekily lowered his head and nibbled on her tender earlobe. "I don’t really feel like getting up now." The man planned to be mischievous with all his might.

Disgusting!!!

"Just get up," Xu Xiuxiu pushed him with her hand.

However, the man on top of her remained motionless. Xu Xiuxiu had to acknowledge him differently, as, apparently, he could still fit snugly against her without actually pressing down, an impressive feat but clearly not what Xu Xiuxiu desired. Right now, all she wanted was to quickly escape this bed.

"I won’t." Someone’s Flattery Skills were maxed out again.

Seeing this, her face burning hot, Xu Xiuxiu helplessly thought about Song Chengguang, who occasionally maxed out his Flattery Skills. She found it odd, given that he usually took the cold, tough approach, how could he occasionally lose all scruples and max out his Flattery Skills? Could it perhaps be the so-called appeal of contrast, cute because it’s unexpected in his usually cold demeanor?

Cute? Huh! Song Yuanhuan and Song Chengguang were just forcing you to put up with them using their coquettish behavior, nothing to do with being cute. With this thought, Xu Xiuxiu felt even more helpless.

"Mom!" Song Chengguang had woken up early, but, used to having his mother help him dress, he waited in his bedroom for a long while, calling several times with no response. The little guy felt neglected on his first day in a new home, clearly a bit scared.

Sitting on the bed with patience running thin until he almost felt like bursting into tears subconsciously, he managed to suppress the urge to cry. Then he rolled off the bed, stood on his tiptoes to pull down clothes from a small rack, and toddled barefoot towards the master bedroom next door.