Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed red with embarrassment, but given the threat of having her leg broken, she didn't dare say she disliked it. Instead, she angrily pounded the sesame candy with one fist.

This idiot is hopeless.

But why should he blush? Is it because he's thick-skinned?

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Wen Zhaoye thought the conditions were too harsh, so he leaned closer to her and gently compromised:

"Okay, okay, I'll kiss you more if you want. I'll just stay home for a while, as long as you don't blame me for not taking you out to play."

Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed a deep purplish-red as she glanced at him, seeing his shy and expectant expression.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a handful of hard sesame candy and crushed it violently.

How dare he think that?

Wen Zhaoye waited in vain for the kiss. He pursed his thin lips, his eyes still smiling as he gazed at her and said:

"Look, you're still shy. You just want me to take the initiative."

"???" Wen Jiaojiao's pupils widened in shock. Before she could react, she received a solid bite on the forehead.

After kissing her, Wen Zhaoye noticed she was still stunned and unresponsive. He thought for a moment, his handsome face flushed even more, and stood up. While unbuttoning his shirt, he conceded, saying:

"Fine, all you want is my body, right? Let's have sex now. I finally figured out what you were thinking. I was planning to save it for when we got married, look how impatient you are."

After he finished speaking, he slowly unbuttoned two buttons, but seeing that there was still one left, he impatiently tore it open with his bare hands.

With a few "snap" sounds, a button flew off and landed on the back of Wen Jiaojiao's hand.

She snapped back to her senses, startled, and stood up abruptly. She quickly reached out her hands, sticky with sesame candy, and gripped his shirt tightly, saying:

"Wait a minute, the news came too suddenly, I'm a little overwhelmed, and I think I've started my period, so I'm afraid it's not okay."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye's face turned as red as a ripe apple. He hesitated for a moment, and just as her pupils trembled slightly...

He raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and gently embraced her, his forehead lightly touching hers, and said in a soft voice:

"Then don't blame me for not giving it to you."

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you. You can keep it. I'm not that thirsty right now," Wen Jiaojiao said stiffly.

Wen Zhaoye assumed she was just shy.

"Then let's go home and get married. If you don't want me to investigate your affairs, I won't. I won't ask them anything when we meet in the future. No matter what your purpose is, my love for you will never change."

Wen Jiaojiao felt as anxious as if she were being scratched by a cat. She swallowed hard, her breath trembling as she said:

“I think rushing into marriage will lead to all sorts of wild speculation. For example, people might say that I’m pregnant just so you can carry the baby.”

Wen Zhaoye's smile deepened, and he gently brushed his forehead against hers, saying with utmost pleasure:

"My dear sister is so far-sighted; she even considered the reputation of our two children."

His breath hit Wen Jiaojiao's face in the cramped space, and surprise appeared in her eyes: "..."

You're so stubborn, aren't you?

Time ticked by, and the room was so quiet that you could hear their heartbeats.

Wen Zhaoye held her contentedly until he felt her back was slightly damp.

He released her hand, rummaged through the pile of clothes on the coffee table, pulled a bankbook from his black trouser pocket, and handed it to her, saying:

"Although we'll get married a little later, you're my wife now, and I should take care of you."

So you can keep this passbook from now on. You can use the password to buy whatever you want. And if you run out of money, you can go to the factory to get more.

Wen Jiaojiao was momentarily at a loss for words. She raised her hand in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered it without taking it, her expression ambiguous:

"I have a history of running away with money. Aren't you afraid I'll take all your assets and run away again?"

Seeing her hesitation, Wen Zhaoye forcefully grabbed her hand and placed it in her palm, which was covered with sesame candy crumbs, and said solemnly:

"I'm afraid, but we're getting married. If we can't even trust each other this much, it'll be hard for the relationship to last."

Besides, you're the person I like and want to marry, so naturally I can't let you suffer.

Wen Jiaojiao glanced at the bankbook in her palm, her eyes momentarily glazed over, then pushed it back, looking rather embarrassed.

"Take this passbook back. Just remember to share the profits from the bodybuilding pants the factory makes with me."

A youthful smile tugged at the corners of Wen Zhaoye's lips as he shoved the bankbook into her hand again, his tone indulgent:

“We’re family now, why talk about dividing things up? All the money I earn in the future will be yours, because I’m your husband.”

Is this how he became my husband?

That's incredibly fast!

Wen Jiaojiao felt that things couldn't continue like this, and if she let him continue fantasizing, he might use her strong addiction as an excuse to force her to sleep with him and have his child.

She placed the bankbook on the coffee table, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and took a few steps back. She certainly didn't dare say anything about breaking up or disliking him, so she could only try to dissuade him in other ways:

"I don't like children, and I don't plan to have children in the future."

In this era, most people are risking their lives, wishing they could have as many children as possible. If any woman says she doesn't want to have children,

She was considered an oddball by those around her, and she tried to use this to discourage Wen Zhaoye from wanting to be with her.

Wen Zhaoye's handsome smile gradually froze. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. After a few seconds, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he smiled slightly and said:

"You're good in every way, except you're not very shrewd."

"???"

Wen Jiaojiao was once again stunned by his wild imagination. She was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her voice suddenly rose:

"No, what does this have to do with being cunning?"

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