The Overnight Chosen Wife: Darling, Kiss Me Deeper

"You really had a good time?" He thought she was only being courteous. 

"I did." She replied honestly. If she was being fair, her night couldn't have been any better. When she thought she might not make it, she had imagined that Jiang Xingyu would be angry, call her a heartless woman and send hundreds of text messages to berate her for wounding his pride—all without trying to find out what happened. 

She had also thought that he might not believe her reason for being late. Yet the man had surprised her once again. Not only was he not mad at her, he had also given her such a perfect night. What else could she possibly ask for? 

She leaned in and smacked a small kiss onto his lips—a sweet, innocent kiss. 

The man was surprised for a second then the tips of his ears turned red. He then sn.a.k.e.d a hand behind her neck and kissed her deeply. 

When it ended, he wanted to help her out of the car and she couldn't bear to reject him, seeing his enthusiasm. 

Outside the car, she adjusted her feet on the ground a little awkwardly. "I'll go up now." 

"Wait." He held her hand. She turned to look at him inquisitively and he said, "I overheard my parents say that they will throw a welcome banquet for your sister—as my sister. Will you be free to attend it?" 

"When will that be?" She asked. 

He ran a hand through his hair. "Uhm… I didn't ask. How about I let you know after finding out?" 

"Sure. Is there anything else?" She forced a smile. She was never wearing high heeled shoes for such a long period of time! 

"Are you alright?" He saw through her forced smile that was trying to conceal a wince. 

"No. It's nothing! If there's nothing else, then you should head back soon." 

He scanned her and noticed her fidgeting on her legs slightly. "Do your feet hurt?" 

Since he had already found out, she couldn't conceal it anymore. "I'm not used to wearing such shoes! Which reminds me, why would you even like a woman like me? I can't walk gracefully, can't dance and I definitely don't look as great in gowns as other women do." She sounded like she was launching a complaint against him for liking her. 

He broke into a chuckle. 

"Why are you laughing?" She looked at him sternly. 

"I don't care about how you act. All I know is that you are the one I love." He then placed a hand behind her back and another under her knees then lifted her up. "I'll take you to your unit." 

"You don't need to…" Even though that was what she said, her hands found their way to his neck as she sighed in relief. The walk to the elevator would have surely killed her. 

The man's heart was filled with bliss as he shifted his position and entered the elevator with her in his arms. Since there was enough space, he didn't let go until he was in her house and she asked to be let onto the couch. 

Once he let her sit properly, he knelt before the couch and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her ankle. 

A frown formed on his face when he saw that it was slightly swollen. He made a mental note that if she were to wear high heeled shoes again, he would prepare a pair of flat sandals for her to change into. 

He gently touched the slightly swollen bump while looking at her. "Does it hurt?" 

She wanted to say that it was alright. After living the kind of life she had lived, what kind of pain had she not experienced? What could be so bad about a slightly swollen ankle? 

However, when she looked down and saw the crease on his forehead along with the worry in his eyes, she instinctively wanted to act a little spoilt. She was almost unfamiliar with the idea of being taken care of this lovingly and a part of her didn't want it to end. Just this once. She would be a weak girl just this once. 

"It hurts…" her voice lowered out of her lack of confidence to utter such words. 

When Jiang Xingyu heard her words that were close to a purr, his heart clenched and all he wanted was to give up everything in life and protect her. 

"I will give you a massage." He offered. 

Luna felt her heart start that silly racing stunt again but she could not say no to that. "I have a few massage oils in my room." She gave him directions on where to find it and reclined on the couch as he went to get it. 

The man returned within a few minutes and knelt on the carpet once again, taking her ankle in his hands. 

He poured a little oil in his hands then started massaging it gently at first, then exerting a little pressure when she could handle it. 

She pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down at his gentle actions with a happy smile. He was treating her ankle like it was a very important piece of work, and his meticulous actions warmed her heart. 

"Does it hurt if I do this?" He asked as he tried to move her foot. 

"No." She said almost immediately. 

"What about this?" He tapped on the swollen part that was now more relaxed. 

"No." 

"Good." You will need to apply an ice compress in the morning. He then took the other foot that was just as swollen.

By the time he was done, it was already 4:30 am. 

She was so sleepy that she almost dozed off. 

Seeing this, he stood up. "I will let you go to sleep now. Remember not to hop around too much." 

"It's already so late and you will need to go to work in a few hours. Why don't you just sleep here?" 

He thought about it and she was indeed right. If he insisted on going back, it would be time to wake up by the time his head hit the pillow. 

Hence, the two of them spent yet another night on the same bed.