I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

“Mo Shixiu, I’m a little sleepy,” Jiang Luoli said as her eyelids got heavy.

She was very sleepy during her pregnancy.

Even after more than ten hours of sleep, she still felt like she hadn’t had enough.

If she hadn’t asked the doctor and been told that this was normal, she would have suspected that she was sick.

“Sleep if you’re tired.” Mo Shixiu carried her to the bed and gently put her down. He then pulled the blanket over her.

“But I don’t really want to sleep.” Jiang Luoli rubbed her eyes.

“So?” Mo Shixiu knew that his wife must have another request.

Jiang Luoli was 10 years younger than him. In Mo Shixiu’s eyes, she was still a little girl.

Thus, he pampered her to the skies.

Jiang Luoli blinked and said coquettishly, “You’ve to coax me to sleep.”

“How?” Mo Shixiu stroked her soft hair and looked down at his coquettish wife.

“Sing for me.” Jiang Luoli rolled her eyes.

The man’s expression stiffened. “Sing?”

“Mm. Don’t you know how to sing?” Jiang Luoli said coquettishly. “I’ve never heard you sing. Can you sing for me? I want to hear it.”

“This…”

This was a little difficult for Mo Shixiu, although it wasn’t an overboard request.

“Alright.” Jiang Luoli grabbed his hand and said coquettishly, “Shixiu, Shixiu, I want to hear it. Sing for me, alright?”

Jiang Luoli shook his arm and looked at him expectantly.

Mo Shixiu looked at the pair of sleepy eyes looking at him the next second. He felt that if he rejected her, Jiang Luoli might cry the next second.

“Alright.” Mo Shixiu chuckled. “What song do you want me to sing?”

“I like everything.” Jiang Luoli thought for a while and said, “Sing an emotional and quiet song.”

She then winked at him.

Mo Shixiu’s voice was very pleasant.

He spoke in a low voice that could make people “pregnant”.

But Jiang Luoli had never heard him sing.

Hence, she suddenly wanted to hear what Mo Shixiu’s singing voice would be like.

Mo Shixiu thought for a while and said, “Alright.”

Jiang Luoli waited for a while before hearing him hum.

He was singing a French song.

Jiang Luoli didn’t understand him, but it didn’t affect her opinion that he sang very well.

No, it was very nice.

His voice was low and gentle, and it sounded like he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Jiang Luoli couldn’t help but be intoxicated by his voice.

Mo Shixiu’s voice was so nice.

It was like good wine, but also like a beautiful dream. She couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him.

When Mo Shixiu started singing, Jiang Luoli felt sleepy and closed her eyes.

When he finished singing, she had already fallen asleep.

Mo Shixiu lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Luoli.”