When it comes to appreciating beautiful things, Xiang Zhilan makes no attempt to hide the admiration in her eyes.
She stared intently, and when she came to her senses, she found him already standing in front of her.
Xiang Zhilan looked away somewhat embarrassedly, but then, thinking about what was about to happen, she became bolder, looked up at Shen Muzhi, and whistled in a deliberately flirtatious manner: "Nice figure."
She should probably be thankful that the man who fell for her wasn't a slovenly old man; for her, Shen Muzhi's looks were a bonus, not a loss.
"Go take a shower." Shen Muzhi walked past her and headed towards the bed.
Xiang Zhilan bit her lip and walked towards the bathroom. After closing the bathroom door, she leaned against the door, feeling a little weak in the knees.
Although I've tried my best to think positively, I'm still unwilling and a little scared.
She leaned against the kitchen counter, looked at herself in the mirror, clenched her fist, and took a few deep breaths.
After suppressing my fear, I turned on the bathroom heater, took off my clothes, and stood inside to shower.
After dawdling and lathering up the foam four times, her skin became a little wrinkled from washing.
It wouldn't be right to delay any longer, so she took a towel to dry herself and put on a bathrobe that was clearly several sizes too big for her.
This black bathrobe must belong to Shen Muzhi. She didn't want to wear it, but going out wrapped in a towel would be too revealing.
Even if she has to take it off sooner or later, she wants it to be later.
He took several deep breaths in the bathroom, then finally opened the bathroom door and went out.
She had assumed that Shen Muzhi would be lying in bed waiting for her, but to her surprise, he had already changed into his pajamas and was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine and sipping it elegantly.
"Want a drink?" Shen Muzhi asked, gazing at Xiang Zhilan's figure through the floor-to-ceiling window, as he gently swirled his glass.
Xiang Zhilan walked over, sat on another sofa, and poured herself a full glass of wine.
Unlike Shen Muzhi, who savored the wine slowly, she downed it in one gulp, thinking that perhaps being drunk would make it less unbearable.
Shen Muzhi glanced at Xiang Zhilan, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything and continued to slowly savor his wine.
The silence made Xiang Zhilan feel a little awkward; the man seemed to have been quiet all along.
She looked at him, pursed her lips, and said, "When are you going to have someone take Manager Feng to the police station?"
Shen Muzhi gently swirled his wine glass and took a sip: "He should be on his way to the police station now. Don't worry, I keep my word. Your father will be out by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
Xiang Zhilan breathed a long sigh of relief after receiving his assurance.
"I'll have the driver take you to move your luggage over tomorrow." After finishing the last sip, Shen Muzhi poured himself another glass.
"My mom is having surgery the day after tomorrow. Could I take care of her until she's discharged?" Xiang Zhilan asked him softly.
"You're allowed to go out for three hours during the day," Shen Muzhi said coldly.
Xiang Zhilan wanted to try again, but she saw him raise his eyes and look at her with a cold and sharp gaze.
She knew at a glance that she had no room for negotiation, so she didn't bother to say anything more.
Silence fell over the room again. Xiang Zhilan felt like meat on a chopping board, about to be slaughtered at any moment, but powerless to resist. Shen Muzhi was the knife hanging over her, its blade gleaming brightly, yet he hesitated to strike.
This feeling was even more uncomfortable, so she thought it would be better to just end it quickly.
So, as Shen Muzhi drank his third glass of wine, Xiang Zhilan held back and asked, "Aren't you going to bed with me?"
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