Thinking of this, he stood up, bent down to hold the shoulders of the person on the bed, and reached his other hand under the bend of the legs to slowly lay the person flat.
Just as he laid the person flat and was about to straighten up, the person on the bed suddenly turned over, and a feather-like breath suddenly brushed past his mouth, and a fresh fruity fragrance instantly swept through his mouth. In an instant, his entire nerves tensed up, and his gaze inexplicably froze on the two slightly open pink lips in front of him.
Mu Shicang felt that he was no longer a young boy who was just beginning to fall in love. He couldn't say that the throbbing feelings of love would never happen, but he was confident that he could control it well.
But at this moment, he found that there was a nerve in his body that was completely out of his control, and it was acting almost without any support according to its most primitive thoughts.
So, when his lips touched that pink skin, his world exploded like fireworks, leaving him stunned and at a loss.
At a loss!
He had such an experience before. The moment someone told him that his parents had passed away, the world did not give him too much time to be at a loss, because his grandfather collapsed at that time. If he continued to be at a loss, his world might have been immediately destroyed, and he would not even have the chance to find out the cause of his parents' death.
So, strictly speaking, he didn't know what it felt like to be at a loss, because since he was a child, he was used to having everything in his own hands.
But the woman in front of him seemed like a rabbit that couldn't stay still. She was always jumping around in his palm, and even looked like she would jump out of his palm at any time. She was so arrogant that she bared her teeth at him every day, as if she would bite off a piece of your flesh if you touched my fur.
Whether it was her actions or her identity, he should have hated it, extremely hated it, but why did he have this feeling?
It was like an unbridled wild horse, running wildly without control. He wanted to stop it, absolutely not allow such a thing to happen, but -
Mu Shicang's fingers gently brushed the sleeping person's cheek, as lightly as a feather brushing against it. The owner of the cheek was unaware and just smacked his lips twice before continuing to sleep.
"What would you do if you knew why I married you? Angry? Sad? Or both?"
Having said that, he lowered his head and touched her lips again: "To be honest, I really hope that you have these emotions. At least it means that you still care. But... you should be happy, right?"
He laughed and kissed her twice more. For the first time, he realized how wonderful this feeling was. No wonder couples he saw on the street always liked these little intimate actions.
"However, I don't think I'll make you happy, though... But I can show some mercy to you and atone for my sins in another way. How about that? Would that be good for you?"
He laughed, and his smile was like the face of a person on a broken TV, slowly twisting. His hand stroked Yang Shushu's hair, the corners of his mouth rising and falling fondly at hers. Then, in an almost trembling voice, he whispered into Yang Shushu's ear, "So...don't dream of getting a divorce."
Yang Shushu didn't sleep well that night. She had a dream. In the dream, there was a nagging big black dog. It would sometimes scratch her hair, sometimes lick her face. When it got excited, it would jump on her and press her so hard that she couldn't sleep well. She waved her hands impatiently several times, but the big black dog's claws were so strong that she couldn't lift her hands. It also whined in her ears from time to time, which was really annoying.
In her dream, she decided that she would stroke the big black dog more often when she saw it in the future, and it would be best if she stroked its head until it was bald, to avenge what happened in her dream tonight.
With her hair uncombed and her face unwashed, Yang Shushu went downstairs, ready to have breakfast. As soon as she reached the first floor, she saw Mu Shicang already sitting in the restaurant. When he saw her coming down, his eyebrows raised, with a bit of smugness in his eyes: "You can really sleep well."
Yang Shushu yawned, rubbed her eyes, and got out of bed. "Don't mention it. I had a dream last night. I dreamed that a big black dog was pressing on me all night. I don't know what breed that dog was, but it licked me so much."
Yang Shushu said as she sat down across from him. When she looked up, she saw Mu Shicang suddenly looking like he had eaten poison. "What's wrong? It tastes so bad? Chunxiao's cooking skills are pretty good."
Mu Shicang put down his chopsticks and looked at her: "You wake up like this every morning and eat? You don't even wash your face? You don't even brush your teeth?"
"Let's eat together after we finish." Yang Shushu picked up the bowl and drank half of it in one gulp. Then she picked up a steamed bun and ate it in one bite. She ate herself like a food-storing squirrel. Mu Shicang watched in amazement and was very curious about how she could eat a steamed bun in one bite with such a small mouth.
But when he stared at that greasy little mouth, he suddenly remembered what happened last night. His eyes darkened, and he suddenly reached out his hand and wiped her lips hard: "Are you a three-year-old child? Eating is so dirty."
"..." Yang Shushu was stunned. She stared blankly at him as he wiped the grease off his mouth, then pinched his chubby cheeks, and finally gave her a wicked smile with the corner of his mouth tilted.
Yang Shushu's body trembled as he laughed: "You... who are you?"
Mu Shicang picked up the chopsticks again and smiled at her: "Your husband."
"..." Yang Shushu couldn't eat anymore, so she stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes for a long time. Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and said, "Taishang Laojun, hurry up and obey the command. Who are you, the evildoer? Reveal yourself!"
"..." Mu Shicang held the chopsticks and looked at her speechlessly. His beautiful peach blossom eyes became even brighter and more charming because there was no lens blocking them, and there was an inexplicable doting on Yang Shushu in them.
Yang Shushu suddenly buried her face in the bowl and drank the remaining half, shaking her head while drinking: Oh my god, this idea is so scary, and I am still pampering myself, don’t disgust yourself.
Mu Shicang looked at her frightened expression and felt relieved. It turned out that she was also afraid sometimes. He thought she was really fearless.
"By the way, how are your preparations for Grandpa's birthday going?"
When Yang Shushu mentioned this, she quickly stuffed the last steamed dumpling into her mouth, then stood up, ran around the table and sat down next to him. "Can I borrow your house for a while today?"
Mu Shicang's mouth curled up, and his peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons: "Then you have to tell me what you are going to do."
"Oh, you'll know when you get there. Stop whining and just say whether you want to lend it to me or not."
"..." Mu Shicang suddenly stopped talking and just stared at her, which made her suddenly feel goosebumps all over.
"No, if you don't want to lend it to me, then don't lend it to me. Can you please stop looking at me like that?" How could this person be sick? When he was angry, his eyes were red like a monster, and when he was funny, his eyes were pitch black like a demon.
"Since the old man has spoken, how dare I not lend it?"
"..." This is indeed the same as her, being possessed by another person's reincarnation, right?
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