Picked Up a White Cut Black Wife - Chapter 20

“When did you climb up here? Get down!”

“No.” Shen Qiao, eyes half-closed, snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around Shen Zhao’s arm. “Wife, it’s too cold downstairs. Just let me sleep here, please, Wife.”

“Go sleep in your own room.”

“I can’t sleep there,” Shen Qiao whined, burying her face in the blanket. “Wife, don’t make me leave.”

Shen Zhao truly regretted letting the wolf into her den!

If they kept arguing, neither of them would get any sleep.

“Where’s your blanket? Bring it up here.”

“Okay,” Shen Qiao mumbled, groggily reaching for the blanket on the floor. It took her a while to finally pull it up.

“Sleep on your side, behave yourself, and don’t move!” Shen Zhao commanded sternly.

The person beside her grunted softly, and soon, rhythmic breathing filled the room.

Shen Zhao lay down, the faint breathing beside her pillow grating on her nerves. She wanted nothing more than to kick the woman off the bed immediately.

But as she listened, she drifted back to sleep, enjoying a deep, uninterrupted slumber until dawn.

When she woke, the entire blanket was warm and cozy. However, at some point, the woman had burrowed under her covers again, lying on her side pressed against Shen Zhao, her face buried in the soft blanket, looking utterly peaceful and docile.

For some reason, Shen Zhao found herself gazing at Shen Qiao for a long while without waking her. Finally, she quietly slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes for the day, and went to the bathroom to change.

The moment the door closed, the woman who had been sleeping instantly opened her eyes. She buried her face in the quilt, inhaling deeply—Wife’s scent, so fragrant!

Finally, I’m in Wife’s bed. What’s next…?

Suddenly struck by an idea, Shen Qiao rolled around excitedly on the bed. But in the midst of her joy, she sensed something was off.

She sat up and saw Shen Zhao standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with amusement.

The air froze between them as their eyes locked for a few seconds.

Shen Qiao flopped back down, pretending to be dead.

“Awake? Then hurry up and get out of bed,” Shen Zhao said.

“No,” Shen Qiao pulled the quilt over her head. “I want to sleep in.”

Shen Zhao rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I’m going to work. When you wake up, pack your things and go back to your own room.”

Shen Qiao didn’t respond, instead deliberately making loud snoring noises.

“Hey, you…” Shen Zhao couldn’t help but chuckle. “Stop pretending. I’m leaving.”

With that, she gently closed the door, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

The next moment, the door was yanked open, and Shen Qiao threw herself into Shen Zhao’s arms. Shen Zhao instinctively caught her. “Weren’t you going back to sleep?”

Having just woken up, Shen Qiao’s hair was slightly disheveled. She buried her face in Shen Zhao’s neck, the tickling sensation making her squirm.

“Wife, I don’t want you to go,” Shen Qiao murmured, hugging her tighter.

Shen Zhao gently pushed her away. “I have a lot to do today. Stop fooling around.”

Shen Qiao whimpered softly, “But I just don’t want to be away from you, Wife.”

“Alright, alright,” Shen Zhao said, inexplicably patting her back despite her exasperation. “Are you made of clingy plaster or something?”

“Fine,” Shen Qiao reluctantly released her, looking pitiful. “Wife, I’ll miss you so much.”

“Miss me? We’ll see each other at noon. It’s not like we’re parting forever.”

After leaving the apartment, Shen Zhao clicked her tongue, then shook her head with a wry smile. What a mess.

That evening, Shen Zhao returned home as usual, but the familiar figure wasn’t in the living room.

Strange. She usually rushes over whenever she hears the door open, calling out “Wife, Wife!” non-stop. What’s wrong today?

Could she be in the bathroom?

Shen Zhao didn’t even put down her bag before striding to the bathroom to check. The door was open, and no one was inside.

The kitchen was silent too.

Did she go out? Where could she possibly be going at this hour?

Shen Zhao sat down, feeling restless, and pulled out her phone to call her.

Wait, if she left, she left. Why bother calling? Good riddance.

Despite this thought, Shen Zhao didn’t put down her phone, her gaze fixed on the familiar number.

Fine, it’s not safe for her to be out this late. I’ll just check in.

The call went through, and after a few seconds, Shen Qiao’s phone began ringing somewhere in the house.

A weight instantly settled in Shen Zhao’s chest.

Following the sound, she made her way to her bedroom. There, she found the missing person half-reclined on her bed, still wearing yesterday’s pajamas, cradling her phone, and laughing heartily.

The weight in Shen Zhao’s chest lifted in an instant.

Oblivious to her own relief, Shen Zhao simply said, “Didn’t I tell you to pack your things and go back to your room? Why are you climbing into my bed now?”

Shen Qiao clutched the blanket, glancing at her guiltily. “Why can’t I sleep in my wife’s bed?” she mumbled.

“You think you’re so reasonable, huh?” Shen Zhao retorted.

“Wife~” Shen Qiao immediately switched to her most affectionate mode, patting the half of the bed she had deliberately left empty. “Go wash up, Wife. Let’s sleep together.”

“I can’t change with you here,” Shen Zhao pointed out.

Shen Qiao’s eyes darted around. “What’s the problem?”

“You tell me,” Shen Zhao snapped, glaring at her.

Shen Qiao’s lips curved subtly, her eyes twinkling. “Oh.”

“You… you need to get your mind out of the gutter!” Shen Zhao snapped, feeling increasingly flustered by Shen Qiao’s gaze.

“What’s considered ‘gutter’ thoughts?” Shen Qiao asked innocently, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Shen Zhao raised an eyebrow. “You really don’t know?”

Shen Qiao chuckled, threw back the blanket, and crawled toward Shen Zhao. She straightened up, half-kneeling on the bed, looped her arms around Shen Zhao’s neck, and leaned close. “Wife~”

Shen Qiao must have just finished showering, her skin still damp and fragrant, the scent wafting toward Shen Zhao’s nose. Shen Zhao gripped her waist to prevent her from jumping onto her. “Hurry up and go back to your room.”

Shen Qiao pouted, shook her head, and released her grip, sprawling across the bed with a dramatic yawn. “I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed now. Wife, come join me soon~”

“Hey, Shen Qiao, go back to your room to sleep! Can’t you hear me?”

The only response was a loud, rising snore.

Shen Zhao suppressed the urge to drag her out, found pajamas in the closet, and took a quick shower.

When she returned, Shen Qiao was still in the same position on the bed, her breathing steady and rhythmic—she must have fallen asleep.

Shen Zhao stood by the bed for a moment before bending down to carefully lift Shen Qiao, blanket and all, intending to carry her back to the guest room.

As soon as she picked her up, Shen Qiao let out a soft groan and rolled over, nearly tumbling off the bed.

Shen Zhao gritted her teeth, patiently waiting for Shen Qiao to stop moving. Once she was still, Shen Zhao picked her up again. But before she could take two steps, the woman’s hand shot out from under the blanket, flailing wildly and hooking around Shen Zhao’s neck. “Wife… hug… sniff… Wife…” she mumbled.

“Shen Qiao!” Shen Zhao had no choice but to put her down. “Get up. Stop pretending to be asleep.”

The figure on the bed remained motionless, sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Shen Zhao took a deep breath and picked Shen Qiao up again, determined to carry her back in one go.

But the moment she lifted her, the woman began wriggling like a worm, half-awake and restless.

After struggling for a while, Shen Zhao, exhausted, tossed her onto the bed and stood beside it, glaring at her gloomily for a long moment.

Finally, Shen Zhao lay down on the bed, leaning close to Shen Qiao’s ear and growling, “If you dare crawl into my bed in the middle of the night, don’t blame me for kicking you off.”

With that, she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. At the same moment, Shen Qiao opened her eyes, a smug smile curving her lips.