Chapter 166 Are you trying to murder your husband?
He raised his chin slightly, his thick, high eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his deep eyes, like the night sky about to be shrouded in the glow of sunset, stared at Su Meng with a stubborn yet slightly aggrieved expression.
"Xiaomeng, we shouldn't be so distant."
After this meeting, you stopped paying attention to me at all, and didn't even ask me how I was doing.
Am I terrible? Did I make you angry?
Su Meng raised her eyebrows, her clear, moist eyes as calm as tea in a porcelain cup, without a ripple.
A faint smile always graced her clean, porcelain-white face, even her dimples were almost identical in shape.
His expression was as fake as a drawn sword, silent and invisible, yet precisely piercing through his usual calm and composure.
Adding to his panic was the loss of the ability to read her thoughts.
“Xiaomeng, we need to solve our problems. You can’t ignore them; that’s not fair to our relationship.”
I admit that my grandmother's unreasonable behavior hurt you, and then my leaving without saying goodbye broke your heart even more.
But... you can't keep it inside, you have to let it out.
Please let me in.
You can punish me however you want! Just don't bottle it up and hurt yourself.
Su Meng: "......"
If you didn't know his cunning and sharp-tongued nature, anyone who saw his earnest words would melt into a lump of soft mud, no matter how hard their heart was.
She was indeed angry that he disregarded other people's feelings, acted alone, was autocratic, and had a strong sense of male chauvinism.
But she had already forgiven him in her heart.
After all, this was her first love, and she couldn't let go of this man.
But it's so late, is it alright for a man and a woman to be alone in a room?
"Are you really going to come in?"
She finally succumbed to his stubborn gaze and sighed softly.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the man slipped in through the half-open window like an eel.
"How...how could you do this?"
Su Meng's gaze darted back and forth between his waist and the half-open window, and she stammered in disbelief.
"What would that be like?" Huo Zhenhua poured himself a glass of water and calmly walked to the stool.
Su Meng hovered her hands at his waist, comparing his waist size to her own, and frowned, saying, "Your waist is clearly bigger than the window. Don't be so reckless next time. Wouldn't it be better to just use the door openly?"
Huo Zhenhua raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say you wouldn't open it?"
Su Meng was speechless for a moment, then shrugged. "What are you talking about? Aren't you afraid...?"
Before she could finish speaking, Huo Zhenhua suddenly pulled her into his arms, making her nose sting.
"Let go! You're hurting me." She pressed one hand against his hard chest muscles, her fingers quietly digging into them.
Sensing that his muscles had tensed up a bit more, he simply reached out his claws and attacked with both hands.
The man nuzzled his head against her neck and chuckled softly, "Be careful, or you'll break your nails and start crying again."
He said that, and subconsciously relaxed his body.
His head was buried in her neck, and his lips accidentally brushed against her skin.
His eyes widened, and suddenly he seemed to freeze, remaining completely still.
My hands were like hot tongs heated in a furnace, scalding hot.
The heat made her waist tremble.
Su Meng struggled uncomfortably for a moment, then her devilish claws retaliated by digging into his pectoral muscles again.
The fingernails weren't broken, but it felt like holding a bunch of cold, lifeless buns in my hands.
It is very elastic.
Su Meng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously clenched her fist.
She secretly marveled at how well-developed his pectoral muscles were; they were probably twice the size of her small mound, with an even wider and more substantial base.
If that growth were on her, she might earn the title of "busty queen".
With each step, his chest jiggled...
Just imagine that scene...it's so beautiful!
That's incredibly fierce!
"Silly boy, what are you daydreaming about?"
His deep voice suddenly pulled her from her wandering thoughts, startling her so much that she tightened her grip on his hand.
He grunted, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Su Meng blushed and pushed him away, saying in a muffled voice, "Are you trying to suffocate me? Don't you know your pectoral muscles are more muscular than a pillow?"
The man pulled her into his arms, her head pressed against his chest, her breath filled with his scent and the familiar smell of soap.
Upon hearing this, Huo Zhenhua loosened his grip slightly, his hands still around her waist, his forehead pressed against hers. "Xiao Meng, shall we go public with our relationship?"
I feel insecure!
He spoke with a mournful tone, his eyes fixed on her with a resentful gaze. He brushed his nose against Su Meng's, their warm breaths mingling as he stared at her dangerously.
Su Meng stretched out her slender finger and pressed it against his slowly lowering lips. "Even if it's to be announced, it should be tomorrow."
Now, you should go back.
Even if we're in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, you can't stay overnight at my place.
Unless they are a married couple.
Otherwise, a man and a woman alone in a room would be subject to gossip, and in serious cases, could be charged with "hooliganism."
Huo Zhenhua's eyes darkened, his gaze traveling from Su Meng's eyes to her cherry-red, glossy lips. He said in a hoarse voice, "Then I'll go and file the marriage application tomorrow and prepare the family quarters in advance."
He stared at her stubbornly, his burning gaze as intense and forceful as the midday sun in June.
Su Meng's fingers remained on his lips, and as he spoke, the lines on his lips brushed against her skin, causing a slight itch.
He couldn't help but grin and say, "Alright! Now, you should go back."
Huang Huaiying still lives upstairs.
She didn't want to hear any more unfounded rumors.
Although... she also wanted to kiss him.
Huo Zhenhua glanced at his watch, then chuckled and gently pinched the bridge of her nose. "Don't you miss me?"
"No, let's go!"
Su Meng pushed him to walk outside.
Although she longed to be as outgoing and passionate as Westerners, her inherent reserve and introversion prevented her from doing anything unconventional.
I closed the door and leaned against it, quietly listening to the breathing and footsteps of the person outside.
Once everything calmed down, I finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
I felt a little guilty, like I'd done something wrong!
He had just taken a couple of easy steps, patting his chest, when a head popped in through the half-open window. "Silly boy, come here. I have something for you."
He mysteriously clenched his fist and extended it, looking at her encouragingly.
His slightly raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes showed that he was in a good mood.
The moonlight, as clear as water, poured down from the sky, enveloping him and giving off a silvery-white halo.
The light made her almost mistake it for a deity descending.
She ultimately didn't want to spoil his good mood.
I took a deep breath and walked over.
He rolled his eyes at him and said, "Can't you just say it all at once? You're being so neurotic, it's scary."
Huo Zhenhua didn't seem to care, and proudly declared with his thin chin raised: "This is a surprise! It's a romance that belongs only to the two of us."
Xiaomeng, I'll give you the kind of love that others have. I won't let you have any regrets.
Su Meng felt a warmth in her heart, and the air in front of her seemed to turn into sweet pink bubbles.
She likes to hear that.
She walked over excitedly, put her hands behind her back, and leaned closer, "Boyfriend, what kind of surprise is this?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, like a clear spring flowing gently into Huo Zhenhua's heart.
The smile on his lips widened.
The wrinkles on her face seemed to stretch out even more and longer from the joy.
Staring at the red lips that were opening and closing so close to his face, he swallowed hard, completely losing his composure.
The Adam's apple slid uncontrollably, like a yo-yo rolling under the skin.
Before he could speak, Su Meng curiously pointed a finger at his restless Adam's apple, tilting her head to examine it. "Why is it so active? What did you just eat?"
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