Chapter 12 The Big Devil Praises Her Beauty
Hearing this, Shen Xingli's scalp went numb.
My already sore body felt even weaker.
There was a hint of panting in her voice.
"I, I'm on my period."
Sang Muye looked at her nervous expression and gently scratched her swollen lips with his fingertips.
The look in his eyes was dark and unclear.
But the voice seemed to have a touch of warmth.
"stomachache?"
Shen Xingli shook his head: "I took medicine, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"What medicine?"
"Ibuprofen."
Sang Muye's eyes suddenly darkened: "Have you been eating this all the time?"
Shen Xingli nodded quickly: "Yeah, this is quite effective, just take one pill."
"Don't eat it next time."
His voice was cold and his tone was serious.
Shen Xingli bit her lip and nodded slightly.
"I can bear it, it doesn't hurt much."
She avoided Sang Muye's eyes and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
She was afraid he would see that she was lying.
The first day of every menstrual period is painful and difficult.
Over the years, she seems to have developed a resistance to ibuprofen.
I used to be able to take just one pill, but now I have to take several pills to get better.
But my mother is the only woman in the family, and she is abroad all year round.
Shen Xingli never told this to his grandfather and brother.
She was afraid they would worry.
It was a common problem among girls anyway, so she didn't think it was a big deal.
Although she came from a wealthy family, she was never spoiled.
Hearing these words, Sang Muye felt as if something had stabbed his heart.
The deep black eyes stared at Shen Xingli.
The big hand couldn't help but stroke her ear.
His voice also became a little deeper: "Tell me next time."
Shen Xingli: “…”
What was she going to tell him?
Am I having my period?
She didn't want to do such an outrageous thing.
But facing his fiery gaze, Shen Xingli still nodded obediently.
"Okay, go take a shower first, and I'll make you some food."
Sang Muye sat up from the sofa and took out a small box from his pocket.
Handed it to Shen Xingli.
He said lightly: "This is for you."
Then he got up and went into the bathroom.
Shen Xingli opened the small box curiously, and when he saw what was inside, his eyes widened instantly.
Isn’t this the earring she likes?
It is the latest model from Chanel.
She complained on Xiaohongshu a few days ago, saying that she really liked the earrings, but it was a pity that they were limited edition and sold out as soon as they were launched.
How did Sang Muye buy it?
He can buy what she wants with just a casual purchase. Does this man have the ability to read minds?
Can you understand her thoughts?
Shen Xingli immediately got up from the sofa, stood in front of the mirror, and put on the earrings.
The black gemstone formed a sharp contrast with her fair skin.
With full of temptation.
The broken diamonds around reflected the lights above.
Take this temptation to the extreme.
Shen Xingli looked at herself in the mirror.
Light blue puff-sleeved sweater and white skirt.
Brown curly hair, paired with this pair of black earrings, is a perfect match.
She couldn't help but stand in front of the mirror, singing and dancing.
"Dancing in the moonlight, light steps, Baby I love you~"
She sang more and more happily, and didn't even notice that there was someone standing behind her.
She danced passionately in front of the mirror and then did a beautiful turn.
Singing: "Baby I love you~"
But before she could utter the last word, she saw Sang Muye.
The man was wearing black silk pajamas with two buttons undone at the collar.
Revealing his cold, white, and sexy collarbone.
My hair hasn't dried yet and is still dripping with water.
Drops of water flowed along his handsome jawline and into his sexy chest.
The black pajamas were damp.
With full of wet temptation.
At this moment, Shen Xingli was pointing her finger at his chest and singing 'Baby I love you~'.
What kind of social death scene is this?
She actually said to Sang Muye, "Baby I love you~"
She was dancing passionately in front of him in a short skirt.
Ahhhhh.
It's so embarrassing.
Shen Xingli's porcelain-white face instantly became hot.
He immediately retracted his hand and blinked his big eyes hard a few times.
The voice was soft and sticky: "Just now, that wasn't me, it was a ghost possessed."
After saying that, she ran away.
As he ran, he said, "I'll go cook for you."
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and looked at the place where Shen Xingli had just touched.
All I could think about was her singing and dancing just now.
Like a cute elf.
In an instant, all his fatigue and worries of the day disappeared.
At that moment, his heart was slowly wrapped up by something.
That feeling is particularly wonderful.
Let him immerse himself in it and not want to extricate himself.
Sang Muye curled the corners of his lips slightly, picked up his phone and made a call.
A man's lascivious voice came from the other side.
"Aye, you miss me so much right after we separated. How much can you not live without me? How about we spend our whole lives together and you divorce your little rice cake?"
Sang Muye wasn't angry. Instead, his voice was filled with joy: "You wish! Please help me make an appointment with your grandfather. I'll go see him next week."
Tang Yixuan said nonchalantly, "Why are you looking for him? Do you have a serious illness? You can't be that bad and can't satisfy your little rice cake."
"Get lost! My wife has menstrual cramps and I need him to help with it."
His tone was normal, but Tang Yixuan felt that there was a hint of coquettishness in his words.
He laughed and scolded, "You keep calling me wife, you're so flirty. Whether she's willing to agree or not is another matter."
There was a smile on Sang Muye's face that he had never had before, and his voice became much gentler.
"I'll take her there next week. If you can't make an appointment, don't come to work."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Walk towards the kitchen.
The large open kitchen is always deserted.
But now it's steaming.
There was a cute little woman inside, holding a spoon in her hand, looking at the contents of the pot carefully.
Sang Muye curled the corners of his lips slightly, then walked to Shen Xingli.
He took the spoon from her hand and said in a deep voice, "Go sit over there."
Shen Xingli looked at him with her dark eyes, the dim lights above her head reflected in her eyes.
Like it's full of stars.
Her voice was light and a little nervous.
"There's not much food at home. There are only dumplings that Sang Yu and I made. You can make do with some."
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and looked at her.
The big hand couldn't help but stroke her earrings.
There was a hint of imperceptible joy in his voice: "It looks very good."
Shen Xingli was a little confused for a moment.
The beautiful almond-shaped eyes blinked at Sang Muye.
Is he praising her?
The big devil Sang Muye actually knows how to praise people?
He couldn't have any purpose.
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli took a step back, smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you, the dumplings are almost ready, I'll help you serve them."
After saying that, she turned around.
Just as she was about to use a spoon to scoop up the dumplings, Sang Muye hugged her waist from behind.
The man rested his chin on the top of her head.
His hot breath fanned against her snow-white neck.
A big hand clasped her hand holding the spoon, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"I'll help you."
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