Xiang Zhilan blushed slightly, afraid that he would notice, and turned her head away to face the wall.
Shen Muzhi sensed the easing of the atmosphere, but she found herself even more unable to fathom the fickle nature of a woman's temper.
However, it's good that she's not angry anymore, otherwise he wouldn't know how to deal with the situation.
The two sat quietly in the room, remaining silent for a long time.
The burning sensation on Xiang Zhilan's face subsided somewhat. She turned back to look at Shen Muzhi, asking with a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness, "Were you hurt just now?"
Shen Muzhi wanted to shake his head. He had received military-style training since childhood, and his body had very strong reflexes. When the pen holder hit him, his muscles automatically tensed up to strengthen his defenses, so it only hurt a little and was nothing serious.
However, he suddenly changed his mind and nodded to Xiang Zhilan instead.
He recalled past incidents and realized that Xiang Zhilan was more easily swayed by gentleness. To make her completely calm down, he should pretend to be more serious.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Xiang Zhilan glanced at his chest.
"Hmm." Shen Muzhi still couldn't pretend, and this was the limit of his ability to show weakness.
"Serves you right!" Xiang Zhilan curled her lip.
"Hmm." Shen Muzhi didn't know how to respond to her, but Butler Chen kept telling him to go along with her and coax her.
Xiang Zhilan was speechless. She didn't know whether to call him low in emotional intelligence or stupid. Who would agree with being criticized?
However, this also made me realize that I was indeed being unreasonable just now.
She pursed her lips, got off the bed, and rummaged through a drawer in the closet to find a bruise-reducing ointment.
She often climbs mountains and wades through rivers to photograph natural scenery, so she keeps a lot of these kinds of ointments on hand.
I walked back to the bedside, sat opposite him, and handed him the ointment. “This is very effective. Apply it and the bruises will be gone by tomorrow.”
Shen Muzhi looked down at the ointment on his hand, then looked up at Xiang Zhilan.
Seeing that he didn't move, Xiang Zhilan reached out and took the product from his hand. "If you're not going to apply it, then forget it."
Shen Muzhi took the hand back from her, held it tightly, and got up to leave the room.
A few seconds later, he returned to the house, and Xiang Zhilan asked in surprise, "So fast?"
“Dad’s in the bathroom. He said he won’t be out for a while,” Shen Muzhi replied.
"Oh." Xiang Zhilan fiddled with the camera, adjusting the light and measuring the focus.
Seeing that she was busy with her own things, Shen Muzhi simply turned his back to her and started taking off his clothes.
After adjusting herself, Xiang Zhilan looked up and immediately met the beautifully shaped back.
He even works out his back muscles, making his shoulders look particularly broad and his muscle groups well-defined.
"Click." Xiang Zhilan unconsciously pressed the shutter button.
Shen Muzhi turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw the camera in her hand, he subconsciously frowned.
Xiang Zhilan recalled that he was very sensitive about being photographed by others, and that his last wedding photos were taken very reluctantly, with no smiles throughout.
"I didn't mean to, I was adjusting the focus," Xiang Zhilan explained, then immediately added, "I'll delete it right now."
"No need." Shen Muzhi relaxed his brow and said calmly, "Go ahead and take the pictures if you want."
Forcibly keeping her by his side was already unfair enough. Since he wanted to marry her, he had to give up some of his principles and do his best to take care of her and their three children.
"Who wants to take your picture?" Xiang Zhilan replied awkwardly, not quite used to Shen Muzhi being so easy to talk to.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on his chest, where he had been hit and was now bruised.
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