"rogue!"
"Where are you looking?!"
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes to glare at him, but as soon as she met his face, she froze.
Is he having a nosebleed?
Just because she slapped him?
She looked down, staring blankly at her feverish palms.
His pupils blinked very slowly.
He also...
That's too far-fetched!
Yan Jili seemed to be awakened by her. After suddenly coming back to his senses, he stared at her with a silent, complex and unfathomable gaze.
His expression was calm.
It seems like I'm not the one who lost my composure.
The warmth on the tip of my nose is becoming increasingly noticeable.
He deftly tilted his head back, threw off the covers, and strode to the bathroom sink.
Turn on the tap.
The cold water droplets carried away the irresistible heat that overwhelmed him, both physically and mentally.
Blood streaks mixed with water slowly rolled into the sewer.
Yan Jili raised his eyebrows.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my forehead half-wet.
Her usually calm and composed eyes reflected the dappled light of the water, revealing a hint of brokenness and disarray.
There were still faint red marks left by her on the side of her face.
It was her handprint.
Yan Jili reached out and covered the mark.
Adam's apple bobbed deeply.
The image of her delicate and voluptuous figure kept replaying in my mind...
The water flow suddenly increased.
He scooped up a handful again and covered his deep, subtly expressive eyes and brows.
After he finished taking care of himself, he went back to the bedside.
Shen Zhiyi had already settled down properly.
He even pulled up the blanket to cover his face.
Yan Jili looked at the bulge, walked over silently, lifted the other side of the blanket, and lay down without making a sound.
The main light is off.
Only one bedside lamp remained, casting a warm glow upon them.
Shen Zhiyi then pulled the blanket off, revealing a little bit of her head.
She saw that Yan Jili had not lain down, but was still leaning against the headboard, looking down at her with a deep and unfathomable gaze.
Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.
I instinctively flinched.
"What are you afraid of?" He looked down at her, his voice deep and resonant in the darkness, as rich as wine. "Weren't you quite capable when you hit me just now?"
Those who have long held high positions naturally exude an aura of scrutiny and inviolability when they slightly lower their gaze.
Even under warm lighting, it still exudes a somewhat cold feel.
It sends chills down your spine for no apparent reason.
Shen Zhiyi, however, was like a newborn cub, completely unaware of the tiger's power.
She snorted and retorted defiantly.
"Who's afraid?"
"You were the one who bullied me with your eyes first!"
"It's only right that I hit you!"
Yan Jili recalled his uncontrollable gaze just now.
He paused for a moment.
No rebuttal was offered.
"I'm not blaming you."
"There's no need to rush to defend yourself."
The warmth of her fingertips still seemed to linger on his face.
He lowered his eyelashes, his voice slightly hoarse.
"If you don't want me to bully you, don't wear these kinds of clothes at home anymore."
He was, for the first time ever, revealing his vulnerability.
Shen Zhiyi, however, bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Why do you care what I wear?
She tilted her head back and glared at him.
"Didn't you promise Grandma you wouldn't mistreat me?"
“Before, when I was at home, I could wear whatever I wanted.”
"Is my hobby of dressing up something to be taken away from me?"
Yan Jili: ...
That's not what I meant.
"I don't care!" she snorted, no longer hiding, and stretched her arms out from under the covers. "Anyway, I'll wear whatever I want from now on."
"If you look at me like that again, I'll hit you again."
"Anyway, we're husband and wife."
"It is only natural for a wife to beat her husband."
"What kind of twisted logic is that?" Yan Jili frowned as he looked at her.
I was shocked to realize why she had such abilities.
With just a few words, he would throw a pebble into the calm lake of his emotions, stirring up ripples he had never seen before.
This surprised him greatly.
"Short-sounding logic?"
"How is this a fallacy?"
Shen Zhiyi snorted, "That's the rule in our Shen family."
“My mother beat my father like that too.”
"After she finished hitting him, she kissed and hugged her father, and then said a few kind words to coax him, and their relationship was back to normal."
"Even better than before!"
"You've already forced me to call you husband, so what's wrong with me slapping me a few times?"
"Besides, I'm so weak, it doesn't hurt at all!"
She looked up, staring at his sharp jawline.
Suddenly, she protested by punching the blanket.
"You're so stubborn. I haven't even mentioned my hand hurts, and you're already complaining?"
"Yan Jili, you're bullying me!"
She slammed her fists twice more.
She glared at him angrily.
Yan Jili: ...
“I didn’t make a sound.”
He put on a stern face, but his gaze involuntarily fell on her tightly clenched fist.
An impulse suddenly rose within him, wanting to take her hand, flatten her fingers, and carefully examine her delicate palm to see if, as she had said, a red mark had appeared.
He curled his fingertips.
I restrained myself from looking away.
"So delicate, and she hits people at the drop of a hat."
Are you hitting someone else or yourself?
"It's none of your business!" Shen Zhiyi turned her head away and pressed her advantage, asking him, "Just tell me, are you going to let me hit you or not?"
Yan Jili remained silent for a moment.
He squinted at the spoiled and rude person beneath him.
Suddenly, he leaned down.
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