This isn't his home, he's being far too comfortable here!
Xiang Zhilan shoved the pants into her hand, turned to leave, but was grabbed by the wrist.
"What are you doing!" She was quite sensitive and quickly pulled her hand back.
"I just wanted to ask if you had any medicinal wine." Shen Muzhi turned around and told her that he had injured his shoulder and back.
Xiang Zhilan glanced back and saw that she was indeed a little injured. She said dryly, "You wait here."
Shen Muzhi watched her go to find him, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly. She was still the same as always, sometimes appearing very fierce, but she would soften when she saw him injured.
Xiang Zhilan looked around and found a bottle of cooking oil in the kitchen. She went over and handed it to him, saying, "It works about the same. You can make do with it."
Shen Muzhi took it, looked down at it, and remained silent.
Seeing that she was about to leave, he grabbed her again.
Xiang Zhilan took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "What are you doing now? Can you explain yourself clearly all at once?"
"I can't reach the back to wipe it myself." Shen Muzhi liked the way she was angry with him with such energy, rather than her being so nonchalant towards him.
Xiang Zhilan pulled her hand back and said irritably, "You sit there and wait."
A faint smile appeared on Shen Muzhi's face as he sat down on a small stool with his back to her. He then heard her walk away, followed by footsteps approaching a moment later.
He smiled. She still wouldn't ignore him, just like every time he got hurt before. No matter how much she made a fuss, seeing him injured would always calm her down a bit.
"Zhi Lan, do you remember when Dad beat me with a military baton?" Shen Muzhi asked softly, trying to evoke some memories of their past.
"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry to disappoint you, it's me," Luo Che said in a slightly somber tone.
Shen Muzhi's smile vanished instantly. He stood up, turned around, and looked at Luo Che, his dark eyes darkening.
"Mr. Shen, aren't you going to wipe it off?" Luo Che held the cooking oil in his hand, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Shen Muzhi.
Shen Muzhi simply took the shirt. He wasn't such a fragile person. It was just a minor bump, and he didn't need to wipe it. He just wanted to get closer to Xiang Zhilan.
She actually called this man over to wipe him, as if she wouldn't even touch him?
"It seems Mr. Shen's injuries aren't too serious." As a man himself, Luo Che could easily see through Shen Muzhi's intentions.
"Our marital intimacy has nothing to do with Mr. Luo." Shen Muzhi buttoned up his shirt, but the second button was cut off. He disliked Luo Che's tone of voice. Men have an innate intuition to see their enemies, and he could tell that Luo Che also disliked him.
"Heh, Mr. Shen is joking. Legally you're divorced, so you no longer have the status of husband and wife." Luo Che chuckled, not giving an inch.
"Oh? That's still closer than someone who's never been officially married, don't you think?" Shen Muzhi's words were somewhat provocative and probing; he wanted to be even more certain that Luo Che and Xiang Zhilan were not married.
“Mr. Shen has a point.” Luo Che maintained his usual gentle smile, but his words were sharp: “Yesterday is over and done with, but tomorrow is even more uncertain.”
Hearing him say that, Shen Muzhi felt relieved. After calmly putting on her clothes, she walked out and said lightly as she passed him, "All tomorrows are the accumulation of countless yesterdays and todays."
Luo Che's smile faded, and he turned to look at Shen Muzhi, who had walked past him. Shen Muzhi was more troublesome than he had thought.
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