Chapter 56 Don't you want to eat some meat?

The burning temperature in his chest suddenly disappeared. Gu Xiyue felt a little lost for some reason. He looked at her hand, still absent-mindedly, "What did you want to ask me just now?"

"I'm asking you, do you like me?!"

"..." Gu Xiyue did not answer, but his eyes became more and more profound.

If he didn't say he didn't like it, then that meant he liked it. Zhou Nuan just thought he was just taciturn and not good at expressing his feelings, which was a common problem among people of this generation. It was okay, she could do it.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, she hugged his narrow waist and said, "Gu Xiyue, you've been a vegetarian for so long, don't you want to eat some meat?"

She raised her head slightly to look at him, her half-dried hair stuck to her porcelain-white face, her glass-like pupils glowed, charming and attractive.

Gu Xiyue's Adam's apple slid twice, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Nuan, do you know what you are saying?"

"I know." Her tone seemed innocent, "I was asking if you were hungry."

Now that I'm in a book, how can I justify myself by not eating some meat?

Was the hunger she was talking about what he had in mind?

Gu Xiyue didn't move, his breathing was slightly choking.

The warmth was mixed into the air, making it hard to breathe. Her hands were still wrapped around his waist, soft and hot. The heat from her skin was transmitted through the thin clothes, igniting a lingering fire.

The little hand wrapped around his waist but was still not satisfied, and climbed up his chest restlessly. The slender fingertips moved up little by little, and then pressed down the buttons of his shirt, sparking sparks all the way.

Gu Xiyue's eyes became deeper and deeper. He quickly grabbed the rebellious little hand and spoke in a low voice.

"Zhou Nuan."

"Hmm?" The voice that responded to him sounded like honey.

"Zhou Nuan."

"Shh, don't spoil the fun." The little hand gently covered his mouth, feeling the warm and lingering touch.

Gu Xiyue closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his vision had regained some clarity. He grabbed her with one hand and slowly moved away.

Their eyes met, hers were hazy with drunkenness, his were heavy with no visible emotion, and neither of them spoke.

His palms were hard and covered with calluses, and he unconsciously used force, pinching her fingertips so hard that they hurt slightly.

The drunkenness wore off a little.

Zhou Nuan suddenly felt very bored. She had done so much, but the man remained indifferent. Although she had a good impression of him, she would never put herself in a difficult position.

It seems that his kindness to her before was entirely because she was Xiaodong and Xiaoxi's mother and because of responsibility. She was just being self-indulgent.

"Forget it." She withdrew her hand with a lazy look.

"Zhou Nuan," he said faintly, "but you hate me."

The atmosphere in the room was gloomy.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a minute had passed. He spoke again, his tone light and yet gloomy.

"You won't let me get close to you, won't let me talk to you, won't let me touch you, and you can't even accept me being in the same room with you. Zhou Nuan, if you hate me so much, why did you agree to marry me?"

He spoke each word clearly and slowly, without any emotion in his tone, as if it was just an ordinary conversation.

"Zhou Nuan, I'm afraid you will regret it."

Zhou Nuan's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand, and even her throat felt a little tight.

The tall, cold and hard man was actually just a victim. She wanted to say that it was the original owner and it had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't say anything.

Gu Xiyue's fingers curled up slightly, and his restless heart slowly calmed down.

"Okay, now that your hair is dry, don't run around with wet hair next time, or you'll catch a cold."

He stood up, put the hair dryer away, and walked out the door. "I have something to go out for. I will sleep in the small room later. No need to leave the door open for me."

Seeing that tall figure about to push the door open and leave, Zhou Nuan had a feeling that if she really let him leave like that, it would be difficult to open the heart of this cold and hard man.

She could feel that the man also had feelings for her, which was clearly evident from the disappointment in his words, "But you hate me."

Since both parties have feelings.

She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth: Let’s fight!

She flew over, wrapped her arms around the man's thick waist, and tightly gripped it with her two small hands. She pressed her body against him, and her face rested on his back.

Gu Xiyue stood still, "Zhou Nuan, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I know what I'm doing." She said persistently, "I know you are Gu Xiyue, I am Zhou Nuan, and we are husband and wife."

"I don't hate you."

Feeling the man move, as if he wanted to say something, she hurriedly said, "At least it's not annoying now."

"I was young at that time and didn't understand anything. I was just afraid. After spending some time together, I understand my own heart. Gu Xiyue, I don't hate you at all. Do you understand?"

Gu Xiyue's slightly lowered eyes were dark and his stiff body showed that he was currently feeling uneasy.

"Gu Xiyue, do you dislike me?" She said with grievance, "Or do you like other girls..."

He couldn't say the rest of the words as he turned around suddenly, supported himself on the wall with one hand, and hugged the petite body in his arms, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive little ears.

The woman in his arms was petite and soft, clinging to him as if the missing heart had finally been filled, making him tremble with satisfaction.

He lowered his head and tucked her loose hair behind her ears, then ran his fingertips along her rosy little face to her bright red lips.

His eyes became more and more sinister, exuding a dangerous aura, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Nuan, don't play with fire."

Zhou Nuan felt as if the air around her was sucked away, making her dizzy. However, when she heard his low voice, she looked up in dissatisfaction.

Playing with fire? What does playing with fire mean? How can she call this playing with fire? This is called fulfilling the duties of a couple!

Which husband doesn’t pay his dues?

"I don't play with fire." She blinked and looked at him innocently, soft and tender.

Even though she said that, her hands reached into her clothes and touched her firm abdominal muscles. "I just want to take a look."

She really wasn't lying. She had long been curious about the difference between a man's abdominal muscles and a woman's abdomen. She had seen so many eight-pack abs, but had never touched one.

"Okay, Shi. Geng." She let out a genuine cry.

He touched her all over, pinching and kneading her, having a lot of fun, as if those actions she had just done were just to trick him into touching her abdominal muscles.

Gu Xiyue's pupils shrank slightly.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, as if she had discovered a new world or a new toy. "Gu Xiyue, how do you train? Do you do sit-ups every day? How many sets?"

Zhou Nuan was really curious. Gu Xiyue had been out of the army for a long time. Most people wouldn't be able to maintain their figure if they took off their clothes, but Gu Xiyue's muscles were tight and his condition hadn't changed at all, which showed that he was very self-disciplined.

This made Zhou Nuan, who wanted to maintain her figure through exercise but was lazy and tired of it, very envious. Every time she worked hard and vowed to persevere, she would give up after only three minutes.

Her attention was diverted, and she clearly treated him as a toy, but Gu Xiyue would not allow her to retreat.

He gently lifted her small chin with his hand and leaned over to meet her drunken eyes.

“That’s how we practice.”