“If you miss your mother, go to Mount Wutai and bring her back yourself! We’re an old married couple, why can’t you bring yourself to do it? Stop being so awkward.” I shook his arm and raised my voice.
Mom is still Dad's ideal woman.
Young master and young lady, a perfect match.
How wonderful.
Having grown up in a materially affluent environment, I have always longed for simple, beautiful, and unwavering love.
In my past life, I thought Fu Yanshen was the destiny of my soul, but...
I turned to look at my father, who was staring at me blankly, his expression complex and indescribable.
"dad?"
"...Oh! It's getting late, go back to your room and rest. Don't keep Yan Shen waiting, hehe..." Dad snapped out of his reverie, put his hands behind his back, and walked away with a smile.
I went back to my room, and after walking a few steps, I saw a faint crimson light flashing in the night.
The man stood tall and elegant, his back to me, his figure appearing lonely and forlorn in the moonlight.
Hearing my footsteps, he turned around and took two puffs of his cigarette.
He must have already taken a shower; he had a faint, clean, and refreshing scent of shower gel on him.
"What are you two talking about? It's so late..."
He said abruptly.
That's a nonsensical statement.
"Of course my dad and I have a lot to talk about... never mind, you orphan—"
I'm also very outspoken, but I stopped myself halfway through my sentence.
I feel a little guilty.
But this heartless bastard doesn't deserve any sympathy.
My love-struck mind is so strong; in my past life, I even thought I could redeem him with love.
Ignoring him, I went back to my room alone, locked the bathroom door, took a shower, and washed up.
I dried my hair but Fu Yanshen still hadn't returned, so I took a blanket out of the closet.
We're currently separated, so he'll sleep on the sofa tonight.
I was laying out the sofa when a faint, cool aura mixed with the scent of male hormones enveloped me from behind.
The next instant, my body fell into a hard, hot embrace.
"Um... Fu Yanshen, what are you doing?" I twisted my body.
The man's iron arm gripped my waist tightly, and a warm, tingling sensation spread across the back of my neck as he gently kissed the protruding spinous process of my cervical vertebrae.
"Deliver on my promises."
His voice was like sandpaper rubbing against a tabletop, rough, magnetic, and alluring...
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