Xiang Zhilan was startled and exclaimed in panic, "What are you doing!"
She struggled, but Shen Muzhi grabbed her hand. The scene from that night seemed to replay itself in her mind, and she trembled with fear.
However, Shen Muzhi did nothing. He pulled her into his arms, gently patted her back, and said in a cool, deep voice, "I won't force you."
Xiang Zhilan regained some of her composure and slowly calmed down, but she still felt uncomfortable in his embrace and remained stiff, not daring to move.
"Since neither of us can sleep on the sofa, let's get used to each other as soon as possible," Shen Muzhi said forcefully, resting his chin on Xiang Zhilan's head.
Xiang Zhilan was enveloped by his aura. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and convinced herself that they were husband and wife and that this was how they should be.
"Are you afraid of me?" Shen Muzhi could feel her slight trembling and asked in a low voice, "Even if I promise I won't do anything to you, you still don't believe me? How can I get rid of your fear?"
Xiang Zhilan couldn't answer. She didn't know either. Even though he was now her husband, that night was still a nightmare for her.
Shen Mu's eyes were dark as he gently stroked her back, just like he used to stroke Jinji. Jinji loved his touch.
Xiang Zhilan closed her eyes, letting her mind wander to other things, trying to ignore the fact that Shen Muzhi was holding her.
A jumble of random thoughts kept running through my mind until I finally became sleepy and fell asleep without even realizing it.
After Shen Muzhi realized that the little woman in his arms had fallen asleep, he lowered his head and gently kissed the crown of her head.
He had thought he would have insomnia as usual tonight, but to his surprise, he fell asleep soon after. Her fragrance seemed to soothe his nerves.
The next morning, Xiang Zhilan woke up and saw Shen Muzhi standing by the window, talking on the phone.
"I'll take her there. Get ready." After saying that, Shen Muzhi hung up the phone, turned around and saw that Xiang Zhilan was awake. He said to her, "Get up and wash up."
"Are your legs okay to stand?" Xiang Zhilan looked at his knees with concern.
"I'm not that delicate," Shen Muzhi said calmly.
Xiang Zhilan got out of bed, went over and pushed the wheelchair in front of him, pressed him down to sit, and then went into the bathroom to wash up.
After a hearty breakfast, Chen Mu instructed someone to prepare the car.
"Are you going out?" Xiang Zhilan asked while eating fruit after her meal.
"It's not me, it's us. I want to take you to meet someone."
"Who is it?" Xiang Zhilan asked curiously.
You'll find out when you get there.
Filled with curiosity, Xiang Zhilan was taken by Shen Muzhi to meet a man named Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, 1.83 meters tall, with very fair skin, and wore a pair of thin-rimmed blue glasses, giving him a gentle and refined appearance.
Despite his young age, he is already a well-known psychological expert in China. Shen Muzhi would talk to him during the most painful times of the year.
"Hello, Mrs. Shen." Xiao Yi looked at Xiang Zhilan, smiled, and extended his hand in greeting.
"Hello." Xiang Zhilan smiled gently.
Shen Muzhi explained Xiao Yi's job to Xiang Zhilan, who was a little surprised. Before she could react, Xiao Yi said from the side, "Mrs. Shen, may we talk alone?"
Xiang Zhilan was actually a little resistant. She didn't think she had any psychological problems, but she didn't want to embarrass Shen Muzhi in front of outsiders, so she could only nod.
Shen Muzhi gave Xiang Zhilan a reassuring look, and Xiang Zhilan followed Xiao Yi into the inner room.
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