Chapter 8: Do you want to touch me?

His arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to melt her into his body, his voice filled with boundless longing:

"How could you fall for him? What does he have that I don't?"

Nan Jiao was trapped in Lu Xiao's arms, her vision filled with the red of the safety amulet. When she realized she still felt a slight pain in her heart, she abruptly pushed Lu Xiao away, her lowered brows concealing the expression in her eyes:

"I don't care what your purpose is, Lu Xiao. Everything I do is none of your business. Stop spouting nonsense. Even if I like someone like Qi Han, what does it have to do with you?"

After saying these words, Nan Jiao went straight upstairs, leaving Lu Xiao alone, looking like a dejected puppy.

Only two sentences Nan Jiao had said remained in his mind: one was that she didn't like him interfering in her affairs, and the other was that she really liked Qi Han, that pretentious and scholarly guy.

His gaze swept over the business card Qi Han had left on the table, which clearly stated:

Name: Qi Han

Age: 28

Race: Antelope

Occupation: Cultural Planner

Qi Han, a cultured person completely opposite to herself, is her favorite kind of cultured person...

*

When I glanced at the clock and the hour hand pointed to "eight", the previously lively barrage of comments suddenly fell silent.

This is a pattern she discovered: the bullet comments seem to need a rest too; they disappear at 8 PM every night and reappear at 8 AM the next morning.

This relieved Nan Jiao, because she didn't like the feeling of being watched all the time, so she would save some things she wanted to do alone until after 8 pm.

She grabbed her towel and went downstairs to shower. The moment she opened the bathroom door, she almost screamed:

"Lu Xiao, why didn't you turn on the light when you took a shower?!"

Lu Xiao casually wiped his face with the back of his hand, water droplets from his short black hair tracing the hideous scar between his eyebrows before sliding down his sexy chin.

He only had time to put on a bath towel; the black tattoo of a ferocious beast was still bared and welded onto his strong and powerful body.

He raised his hand and pressed the switch next to him a few times.

No response.

It's obvious the light is broken.

Nan Jiao realized that she had misunderstood him. She wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, and she didn't know where to look.

In the past, she would have reached out and touched it long ago. After all, with such an alluring body in front of her, no woman could remain unmoved.

But now, they've long since divorced.

Lu Xiao was silent for a few seconds, as if he had thought of something, and slowly said, "Do you want to touch me? Just like before."

Nan Jiao used to sneak up on him while he was showering, touching his abs and not wanting to let go; she was always so cute...

He was happy that his abs could please her.

Unfortunately, in the end he still couldn't keep her...

She preferred the erudite and eloquent beastman Qi Han to a brute like herself.

Nan Jiao's round eyes were full of surprise, as if she couldn't believe that Lu Xiao would be so open about it. After all, he had already planned to be with the original female lead, so shouldn't he remain chaste for her sake?

Or, as the comments suggest, is Lu Xiao going to use himself for some kind of emotional test?

Although she missed that feeling terribly, Nan Jiao restrained herself and withdrew her hand.

"Are you done washing? It's my turn to wash."

Lu Xiao came out of the bathroom and saw that the bathroom door had been closed again.

He stared at the floor with a sense of loss.

Is it that my shoulders aren't broad enough? Or that my waistline isn't attractive enough?

Why doesn't she like it anymore?

Why……

*

After changing her clothes, Nan Jiao planned to go to the study to study the restaurant's development plan, but when she passed by the living room, she saw Lu Xiao sitting on the sofa writing and drawing.

On the virtual screen in front of him was an elderly man with gray hair and glasses. If Nan Jiao remembered correctly, he seemed to be a scholar who was famous in the interstellar space.

The only sound in the quiet living room was the scratching of a pen on paper, accompanied by Lu Xiao's impatient call to stop.

“What? Speak slowly, I don’t understand any of what you’re saying, and what do you mean by those letters you just pointed to? You mean those wavy lines? Don’t you know I can’t read all the words? Let’s start teaching from the very basics, Sidham.”

Nan Jiao approached in surprise, while Lu Xiao, hearing the noise, turned off the virtual screen as if he had done something wrong.

Why did you come here?

Nan Jiao couldn't believe it: "Lu Xiao, are you studying? But aren't you the one who looks down on people who nitpick over words?"

An unnatural look crossed Lu Xiao's face: "No, you've misunderstood. I'm just having a virtual meeting with other people."

Seeing his denial, Nan Jiao didn't insist any further, but just looked at him for two seconds: "Your room is in the guest room at the end. If you go back to your room, remember to turn off the living room light. Electricity is quite expensive lately."

After giving the instructions, Nan Jiao went to the study.

*

The proposal I gave to Liu Yuan during the day was just a rough idea, but there are still many factors to consider before it can be implemented.

As the notification sound rang, it was from Liu Yuan. He gave Nan Jiao a document that clearly recorded the various natural food resources he possessed.

[Liu Yuan: Nan, what kind of natural foods do you need? Please write down the quantities you need, and I'll send someone to deliver them to you tomorrow.]

Nan Jiao flipped through the document; it was very long, more than a dozen pages long, with more varieties than she had seen in the supermarket.

Nan Jiao had already come up with a general business plan in her mind. She first thought about a few signature dishes, and then sent a message to Liu Yuan.

She felt a pang of regret when she paid, but considering the expected returns, she reluctantly transferred the money.

After agreeing on these points, Nan Jiao began to consider marketing strategies...

The clock struck eleven before he knew it, and Lu Xiao went into the study when he saw that Nan Jiao hadn't come out for a long time.

Lu Xiao gently closed the study door and slowly approached. Looking at Nan Jiao, who had fallen asleep on the desk, he felt extremely distressed.

He gently lifted Nan Jiao from the chair, his breathing becoming much lighter, afraid of waking her.

Fortunately, Nan Jiao is a very deep sleeper.

She was so light and soft, like a weightless kitten in his arms.

Subconsciously, Lu Xiao gently kissed Nan Jiao's forehead, then carried her out of the study and upstairs.

Nan Jiao's room was always decorated so warmly by her, with bright and warm colors visible everywhere, and many cute dolls and decorations filling the room.

He gently placed Nan Jiao on the bed and tucked her in. Lying beside her, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.

This haunting scent had appeared in his dreams countless times.