The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Gu Huaiyu was most proud of his height, 1.85 meters. When she first met Wen Chen, the president was even two to three centimeters shorter than him.    

    

But now that the situation had reversed, Wen Chen was already a portion taller than him.    

    

When he looked at Gu Huaiyu, Wen Chen lowered his gaze slightly.    

    

Those who could obtain the school grass title naturally had the appearance of being chosen.    

    

But compared to the perfect facial features that appeared everywhere, Gu Huaiyu's more prominent was his extremely outstanding bone appearance, supporting the outline of his face to the point that his facial features were 3D and deep, and it was a appearance that the eastern people found very difficult to possess but extremely sought after.    

    

His pupils were light amber, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, pure and seductive, and when he was expressionless, it would make one feel very distant. But because the boy was always smiling warmly, it made people think of the blazing sun of summer.    

    

At this moment, the smile that Gu Huaiyu held at the corners of her mouth all along dispersed.    

    

He cast a sidelong glance at him and frowned very lightly. Confusion and uncertainty surfaced in his eyes. "What?"    

    

The president who had always been famous for being otherworldly, why would he say such words to him in the middle of the night?    

    

Was the other party sleepwalking, or was he in a daze?    

    

The messages in the WeChat group were still in full swing, but Gu Huaiyu felt that this cool ride of hers was very unreal.    

    

Wen Chen wanted to confess to Gu Huaiyu, but was also pressured by the dense itch in his body.    

    

Standing in front of Gu Huaiyu, he hesitated a hundred times before opening his mouth, and only when he truly said it did he realize that it was actually not as difficult as imagined.    

    

Wen Chen relaxed and took a step forward, pulling in the distance between him and Gu Huaiyu.    

    

Qingqing said coldly, "I want to hug you, is that alright?"    

    

He stared fixedly into Gu Huaiyu's eyes. He drew out a portion of his thoughts. If Gu Huaiyu rejected him, he might have to spend a lot of effort before he could take Gu Huaiyu for himself.    

    

But it didn't matter. What he lacked the least was time and patience.    

    

So long as Gu Huaiyu didn't hate him...    

    

"How do I hug him?"    

    

Gu Huaiyu suddenly spoke, interrupting Wen Chen's scattered thoughts.    

    

Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly. Tiny smiles flashed in her warm eyes.    

    

As expected of the person he liked. He was really special.    

    

At this moment, Gu Huaiyu was slightly dazed from watching.    

    

Having known Wen Chen for so long, he'd never seen Wen Chen smile so delightfully before.    

    

So happy just by letting him hug?    

    

Gu Huaiyu thought to herself, then if he wanted to see Wen Chen smile in the future, wouldn't he just directly hug him?    

    

He was currently thinking in an unrestrained manner when he was suddenly grabbed by Wen Chen's shoulders and waist without a teacher and embraced by him with a light hand.    

    

Wen Chen's movements were very gentle. The smell of bath milk on his body was very light and refreshing. In the blink of an eye, it filled his nostrils.    

    

His palm pressed against the skin that he was coveting and touched a completely unfamiliar temperature. After his mind went blank for a moment, a gorgeous firework quietly exploded.    

    

The skin contact greatly eased his discomfort and gave rise to his greed.    

    

He craved intimate contact like this. Every inch of his skin, every inch of his skin, and every inch of his skin's temperature were tempting him.    

    

When the side of his face approached the side of his neck, he used his remaining reason to hesitate for only half a second before sticking to it without any hesitation and rubbing it faintly.    

    

Gu Huaiyu naturally felt Wen Chen's movements clearly. His body instantly stiffened, and his brain no longer operated.    

    

After a long while, Gu Huaiyu finally realized that their actions were too unsuitable. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. "What's wrong with you?"    

    

The night was quiet, afraid of waking up the others. Gu Huaiyu's voice was very low. "Are you feeling unwell?"    

    

Wen Chen grunted and still hugged Gu Huaiyu tightly.    

    

"You caught a cold? It's not even 12 o'clock yet. The old butler probably hasn't slept yet. Why don't you go downstairs and apply for leave to take you to the hospital?"    

    

"It's not a cold. You don't have to go to the hospital. You... just give me a hug more."    

    

Wen Chen finally let go of Gu Huaiyu. The abnormalities in his body had already been alleviated a lot. He stared straight into Gu Huaiyu's eyes and said seriously,    

    

"Gu Huaiyu, I have skin hunger syndrome."