Seeing the clearly visible teeth marks on her lips, Lin Moxiao comforted her like a child who had done something wrong, quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe them off, hugged her in his arms, and apologized repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, don't be angry. I don't know what happened, I just couldn't help it, I acted on impulse. Why don't you hit me? You can punish me, as long as you calm down."
Jiang Shuya covered her lip, which he had bitten, and glared at him sideways.
"Okay, then I'll punish you; you're not allowed to kiss me again."
Lin Moxiao hesitated, feeling quite troubled;
"Let's choose something else. I'll buy you a gift. Look, you just bought this outfit, but you're still missing a bag, aren't you? Do you really think this outfit goes well with that canvas bag that looks like a handbag?"
That seems to make sense; the head-to-toe haute couture outfit really doesn't suit her, and Jiang Shuya deliberately gets angry.
"Then I'll punish you: you're not allowed to kiss me, and you have to buy me a bag too."
Lin Moxiao; ?
They were in high spirits throughout the journey, singing together. Lin Moxiao hummed folk tunes, while Jiang Shuya sang popular songs from more than a decade later, savoring the charm of each other's music and exchanging relaxed and joyful glances.
From the initial chorus to the later alternation, after one song, Lin Moxiao's musical cells seemed to be activated, and he sang several songs in a row without stopping, which made Jiang Shuya angry and repeatedly told him to stop.
"Stop, stop, it's my turn, it's my turn! Why are you cheating?"
Lin Moxiao joked and laughed;
"You're tone-deaf, wouldn't it be better to just sit and enjoy the music? Why do you insist on competing with me? How about this: you become my student, and I might reluctantly offer some guidance."
Jiang Shuya rolled her eyes at him, refusing to compromise;
"You sing folk songs and classical music. I like pop songs. Can you sing any?"
To everyone's surprise, Lin Moxiao then performed a Hong Kong-style song, "I Like You," sung entirely in Cantonese. Her voice was smooth, melodious, and deeply affectionate, perfectly expressing her longing and love for the person in front of her.
Especially when he sang the line, "I like you, your eyes are captivating, your smile is even more charming, I only wish to caress your lovely face," he gave Jiang Shuya a deep and affectionate look, making her heart flutter.
As soon as the song ended, Lin Moxiao's provocative gaze fell upon him;
"Well, admit I'm better than you now. The first thing you need to do when you get back is serve me tea and acknowledge me as your master."
Jiang Shuya stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to admit it;
"You've been exposed to music since you were little, with a musician mother to teach you, so of course I can't compare to you. Do you dare to compete with me in classical poetry?"
I'll choose one of the poems, say just one word, and you fill in the third line of that poem, using the same words. How about that?
Jiang Shuya was very confident that she could beat him. During her high school years, she won first place in the city-level ancient poetry competition for three consecutive years. In those years, for this unique interest, she read through all the books in school and the library, including ancient poems.
Lin Moxiao's approving smile grew even gentler, but his handsome features cracked into a sneer.
"Come on then, I'll gladly oblige. But I'm already home, so let's have a three-hundred-round battle once we're back."
As soon as the two of them parked their car and got out, they were surprised to see Aunt Lan taking out the trash. Upon seeing the two of them, Aunt Lan stopped in her tracks, admiring the gentle and graceful woman in front of her.
Jiang Shuya and Lin Moxiao stepped forward to greet Aunt Lan. When Aunt Lan saw that it was Jiang Shuya, her eyes lit up and she looked at the affectionate couple with a big smile, unable to help but admire them.
"Oh my goodness, Mr. Lin seems to have undergone a complete transformation. He smiles more often, and his eyes sparkle. Only Miss Jiang could make him like this."
Lin Moxiao didn't refute, carrying his things and looking at Jiang Shuya with doting eyes.
Seeing the loving couple, Aunt Lan seemed to have something to say, but after thinking for a moment, she stopped herself. She could also see how important Miss Jiang was to Mr. Lin. If she were to bring up the incident with Wang Yingying before the New Year at this time, wouldn't she be asking for trouble? She also couldn't let Miss Jiang misunderstand Mr. Lin.
"Aunt Lan, we're going upstairs. We might need your help with the cleaning afterwards." Lin Moxiao said politely.
Aunt Lan beamed with joy upon hearing this and nodded repeatedly.
Since Mr. Lin brought it up again, it means that Wang Yingying has been driven away by Mr. Lin, and there will be plenty of opportunities to talk to him.
Lin Moxiao carried seafood in one hand and groceries from the supermarket in the other. Jiang Shuya carried the gift box of newly bought clothes, took Lin Moxiao's arm with one hand, and went up to the 20th floor. Lin Moxiao put down the things, opened the door skillfully, and the next second, he reached out and hugged Jiang Shuya, leading her into the living room before putting the things he brought into the kitchen.
Jiang Shuya stood in the living room, looking around at the furnishings once again. It was still a high-end setup, and the furniture and appliances would still be top-of-the-line even a decade or two later. It seemed that Lin Moxiao was truly not short of money and had very high standards for his quality of life.
Lin Moxiao, who had just come out of the kitchen, couldn't wait to go up to her and pull her into his arms. They sat down on the sofa together, and Lin Moxiao held Jiang Shuya on his lap. He stroked her soft waist with one hand, buried his face in her neck and rubbed against her, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You didn't sleep all night, are you tired? Go and rest for a while! I'm reading next door, I won't disturb you," Jiang Shuya said tenderly in his ear.
Lin Moxiao leaned back lazily, a mischievous smile playing on his lips; "Want to sleep with me? I'll hold you while we sleep."
Jiang Shuya subconsciously flinched. The clothes she was wearing, which she had just bought, had a perfume scent from the store. Lin Moxiao frowned.
"When you take this garment to the dry cleaners, they'll remove the odor. It doesn't smell good; it doesn't smell as nice as your scent."
"Really?" Jiang Shuya sniffed the cuffs and noticed that although the skirt suit was below the knee, her legs were still inadvertently exposed when she sat on him.
Lin Moxiao's hand was still caressing her soft, slender waist, his breath whispering in her ear as he enjoyed the warmth. A moment later, his restless hand touched her long, fair legs, and before Jiang Shuya could scream, he kissed her injured red lips again.
"Ugh, ugh." A dried, metallic smell of blood suddenly filled the air. Jiang Shuya shoved him hard, her anger and embarrassment rising.
"Didn't we agree that you weren't allowed to kiss me again?"
Lin Moxiao gave a sly, amused smile; "Willing to accept the punishment, plus a gift."
He was about to press himself against her again without waiting for a reply, but was interrupted by a voice behind him: "Brother Xiao."
The two stared at each other, stunned. The air was deathly silent. Wang Yingying stood at the bedroom door, looking drowsy, her hair disheveled, as if she had just woken up.
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