Chapter 17: Mrs. Sang still wants to sleep in the guest room?
Shen Xingli was so frightened that she quickly shook her head: "I was just trying to piss them off, don't take it personally."
Sang Muye looked at her deeply, his voice filled with displeasure: "What if I take it to heart?"
"Then can I apologize to you?"
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
"Because I offended you, I shouldn't have called you..."
"What did you call me?"
Sang Muye pressed forward step by step, his deep eyes like a ball of fire, surrounding Shen Xingli.
Shen Xingli suddenly got stuck.
In front of Sang Muye, she couldn't bring herself to call him "husband".
Because in her impression, her husband is as gentle and delicate as her father, or as gentle and abstinent as her brother.
Instead of a crazy and domineering lunatic like Sang Muye.
Shen Xingli swallowed nervously, and a faint red appeared in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
Seeing her in such a dilemma, a barely perceptible disappointment flashed across Sang Muye's eyes.
His cold fingertips covered her wet hair.
There was a hint of complaint in her voice: "You ran out without drying your hair, are you trying to catch a cold?"
Seeing that he didn't force himself to shout out those two words, Shen Xingli felt as if he had been pardoned.
He quickly responded, "I'll go blow it now."
After saying that, she broke free from Sang Muye's arms and rushed into the bathroom.
Looking at her fleeing back, the loneliness hidden in Sang Muye's eyes gradually came out.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and stood on the balcony looking at the brightly lit night scene outside.
She said she liked the houses here and wanted to buy one as a wedding house.
The next day, he went to the sales office and picked an apartment on the largest floor with the best night view.
He also decorated it according to her favorite style.
But he never thought that one day she would really move in.
This can really be her wedding room.
He had her now.
But like everyone else, she regarded him as a demon and dared not get close to him.
Sang Muye took a deep breath of cigarette, and the white smoke spread down his throat into his lungs.
The strong smell of nicotine invaded his body.
It also slowly awakened the emotions that he had buried for many years.
The scarlet flames made his handsome face stand out even more clearly.
White smoke enveloped him completely.
It made him, who was originally cold and apathetic, feel even more melancholy.
When Shen Xingli came out after drying her hair, she saw Sang Muye like this.
She seemed to see an indescribable loneliness in his back.
She walked over barefoot.
Her freshly blow-dried brown curls were casually draped over her shoulders, and her black silk pajamas outlined her graceful figure.
The porcelain-white little face was lightly pink.
It looks just like the dolls displayed on the counters in shopping malls.
The moment Sang Muye turned around, this was Shen Xingli he saw.
He watched her step by step approaching him intently.
Every step she took felt like she was stepping on his heart.
He was always good at planning and strategizing, but at this moment his heart was beating faster for no apparent reason.
Shen Xingli walked up to him, raised her pretty face, and her dark eyes reflected the tiny lights above her head.
Like a night sky full of stars.
"Have you packed your luggage? Do you want me to help you?"
Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of sweetness, just like the rice cakes he had eaten as a child.
Sang Muye's eyes darkened, and the big hand hanging by his side couldn't help but clench into a fist.
A low, hoarse voice escaped from his throat.
"Your stomach isn't hurting anymore? And you're barefoot right out of the shower?"
After saying that, without waiting for Shen Xingli to react, he picked up her pink cotton slippers from the side and squatted on the ground.
His big hands pinched her fair ankles and put the shoes on her feet.
Shen Xingli felt numb all over.
The ankle that was touched by Sang Muye felt like it was on fire.
She widened her eyes in disbelief and watched Sang Muye slowly help her put on her shoes.
Then he pulled up the collar of her pajamas.
I don’t know what kind of emotions are hidden in those deep black eyes.
Anyway, Shen Xingli couldn't understand or see through it at all.
She stammered, "Thank you."
Sang Muye stood up and looked at her with burning eyes.
He rubbed her head gently with his big hands a few times and asked in a deep voice, "Mrs. Sang, are you going to sleep in the guest room tonight?"
The name "Mrs. Sang" made Shen Xingli's scalp tingle.
Her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble a few times: "I, I'm still on my period."
Hearing this, Sang Muye let out a low laugh from his throat.
He slowly lowered his head and leaned over to Shen Xingli's ear, his wet and hot lips rubbing against her hot ear tip intentionally or unintentionally.
His voice was low and hoarse, "If Mrs. Sang wants to fight to the death, I can cooperate."
Shen Xingli felt his hot breath and his hoarse and charming voice.
Her little heart was beating fast for no reason.
She was so scared that she quickly shook her head: "I didn't!"
Sang Muye's smile deepened: "I thought you always reminded me because you wanted it."
"I'm just afraid you'll mess around."
"Don't worry, I'm not that heavy-handed."
The man's cold fingertips, with a faint scent of tobacco, pinched Shen Xingli's fair little face a few times.
Then he said, "We have a 7 o'clock flight tomorrow, so we have to get up at 5 o'clock and go to bed early."
After saying that, he stared at Shen Xingli for a few more seconds.
There was a hint of reluctance and patience in his eyes.
Then he walked away.
Shen Xingli's body suddenly went limp and he collapsed on the sofa.
My little heart is still beating wildly.
Why did she feel that Sang Muye was flirting with her?
But he is a cold-blooded and ruthless devil.
How could he do such a thing?
Shen Xingli lay on the bed, staring blankly at his phone for a long time.
Finally, I couldn't help but post a request for help.
[Help! If your husband, who you married in a flash marriage, has no emotional connection with you, brings you gifts when he's on a business trip, helps you put on your slippers, and always likes to touch your head, what's going on?]
Soon, kind sisters left messages below.
[Have you been single since birth? He's flirting with you. I'll bet my brother will never find a girlfriend. This man likes you.]
[Sister, are you sure there's no emotional basis? Hearing you say that, it sounds like he has a crush on you.]
[Ahhh, I want a husband like this too. Please don't give it to me. I'll dump my husband right now. My stomach hurts so badly during my period, and he just sits there playing games, saying nothing but drink more hot water. What the hell is the use of hot water?!]
[Ladies above, you can throw away men like this. Wouldn't it be better to find someone like the OP? I'm curious about how the OP got married so quickly. I want one too.]
[Sister, is there a possibility that he is a peacock, spreading his feathers to woo you?]
Shen Xingli looked at dozens of suggestion posts and felt completely confused.
How could Sang Muye have a crush on her?
They had never met before.
It's even more impossible to like it.
A cold and arrogant man like him probably wouldn't like anyone.
So the only possible explanation is that he is a reserved peacock.
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli couldn't help but recall what happened that night.
Shameless and tireless.
Shen Xingli couldn't help but shudder when he thought of that scene.
Fortunately, she is on her period now, otherwise, he would have eaten her up long ago.
Just when she was about to reply, another comment popped up on her phone.
When Shen Xingli saw the commenter's ID, he almost threw his phone away.
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