When Mu Yiliang finished her shower and walked out, she saw Yan Sijue sitting on the sofa, his fingers holding a cigarette. The smoke curling around him made his expression increasingly hard to discern.
Watching him bring the cigarette to his lips and take a gentle puff, Mu Yiliang suddenly felt an unusual sensation.
He didn’t use to have a smoking habit.
Mu Yiliang walked over quietly and sat down opposite him.
The man glanced at her, then instinctively extinguished the half-smoked cigarette and tossed it into the ashtray.
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt happy: "Actually, occasionally inhaling a bit of secondhand smoke isn’t a big deal."
He gave her a restrained look, but said nothing.
Mu Yiliang thought for a mont, then stood up and walked to his side, gently wrapping her arms around his waist: "Si Jue, what are you really thinking? Tell , won’t you?"
He raised an eyebrow and said casually, "I’m wondering why your skin is so thick."
"Because you’ve spoiled !" Mu Yiliang looked up at him, her cheeks glowing with a rosy hue. "I know you would never truly hurt ."
Not even willing to let her inhale secondhand smoke—how could he bear to really harm her?
His gaze darkened, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, scooping her up and pressing her into his embrace, his eyes dangerous: "Mu Yiliang, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to!"
She simply clung to his neck, smiling softly: "Then tell , what am I up to?"
The man pressed his lips together tightly.
"Go on, tell !" She smiled brightly, her eyes holding a certain smug certainty.
His harsh words to her were all bluster.
He said, don’t think I can’t live without you. But doesn’t that an he can’t live without her? Mu Yiliang couldn’t believe she only just realized it.
And all that talk about not loving her anymore—it was all to deceive her.
Seeing her smug little face, Yan Sijue’s gaze was deep and intense, and he cupped her chin: "Looks like I really shouldn’t have let you off last night!"
"But you did let off, because you care about ." She replied without hesitation.
Yan Sijue’s brow twitched, looking as if he wanted very much to strangle her!
"Si Jue, won’t you trust ?" She suddenly softened her voice and said, "No matter what challenges you face, I’ll be here with you to solve them."
The man lowered his gaze to study her, his expression unfathomable.
He said nothing, but instead picked her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto it!
Is she feeling very smug now? Let’s see if she’s still smug co morning!
...
Mu Yiliang finally understood the saying ’pride cos before a fall’. She was too smug, and the result was joy followed by sorrow.
Another torturous night that left her feeling utterly spent, though perhaps because of her change in mindset, his endless demands didn’t seem so unbearable.
She woke up in his arms in the morning, still feeling playful enough to draw circles on his chest, only for Yan Sijue to seize her wrist.
The man seed a bit annoyed! She now firmly believed he wouldn’t truly harm her, so she acted boldly without fear!
He was really at a bit of a loss.
Because she wasn’t wrong—he indeed couldn’t bear to hurt her.
"Morning, husband." She leaned against his chest and spoke in a soft voice.
The term ’husband’ made his breathing instantly disordered!
No one knew how to stir his emotions better than she did.
He felt like pushing her away in anger, but with soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, he couldn’t bear to let go.
Especially when that term sounded incredibly enticing!
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