Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Looking at Tao Yaoyao mockingly, Feng Zhuo didn’t move.
Her fingers were warm as he breathed onto her hands. The warmth made her feel flustered. Tao Yaoyao’s heart was stirred again, and, as if she had been burned, she quickly retracted her hands.
“Yes, but that…actually…that is actually…”
The more Tao Yaoyao spoke, the lower her voice became.
Feng Zhuo suddenly came close to her face. “Actually, you wanted to sleep with me.”
“Ah!” Tao Yaoyao clasped her forehead in distress.
Contractual husband, why are you always so brutally honest? It’s distressing.
Although the two of them had been married by contract, he seemed to be pretty decent and had seemed infatuated with her (Are you sure?), although she didn’t like him at the moment (Are you sure?)…
But feelings can be cultivated, and since they were already married, if they could cultivate them, then their three-month marriage wouldn’t be that painful.
If possible, they would want to get married a second time.
But who knew that after getting married, the man who had always lusted after her actually seemed quite passive.
That didn’t seem right. She’d suspected that he had erectile dysfunction, so she had tested his reactions with the sexy lingerie, but she’d been too prudish to follow through.
She’d suspected that he was insecure about his size, so she’d accidentally spilled water to seize the opportunity to feel how big it was, but once again she’d been too prudish to follow through.
God, please drop a piece of tofu on my head and knock me out!
God didn’t hear her cries, but Feng Zhuo’s words once again bruised her ego.
“You’re so dirty. Wash yourself quickly. In the future, if you don’t wash your hands, don’t touch me.”
With a trace of disgust on his face, he frowned, turned, and walked away.
Tao Yaoyao stared at him from behind, feeling as if her body had been stabbed by thousands of knives. Damn that man, damn his pet peeves, damn his OCD, his incurable OCD. His OCD was unbearable.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, why was he acting so arrogant and aloof?
He was perverted, but…she’d liked it.
The evil spirits…no, the girls fluttering around him, will automatically disperse.
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As Tao Yaoyao went to the kitchen to cook dinner, Feng Zhuo went to take a bath. After she’d finished preparing the meal, it seemed as if he still hadn’t finished taking his shower because he hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet.
“Feng Zhuo, dinnertime.”
Outrageous, hadn’t she just covered his mouth for a split second? Did he have to wash for so long? If she really slept with him in the future, who knew how long he would shower for?
After a while, Feng Zhuo came out wearing a white bathrobe. His hair was still wet and dripping. The water dripped down his jaw, across his neck, down his collarbone, and slipped into his clothes…
The scene was especially tempting. Without restraint, Tao Yaoyao’s eyes traveled from his hair, to his Adam’s apple…all the way down to his lower abdomen.
Then she swallowed.
She seemed to smell it again. The intensely powerful masculine aura that disrupted her hormones, the kind of vibe that made her want to be naughty.
Hold it in, hold it in!
For fear that if she kept looking at him she wouldn’t be able to resist pouncing on him, Tao Yaoyao hurriedly turned her head away.
When she was serving the soup, Feng Zhuo teased her. “Make sure your saliva doesn’t drip into the dishes.”
What? Seriously? Was she really drooling? Tao Yaoyao quickly raised her hand and touched the corners of her mouth…
Ugh, she’d been tricked again!
She glared at Feng Zhuo. “If you harass me again, I won’t give you any food.”
Feng Zhuo said, “Then what would I eat, you?”
Tao Yaoyao, “…”
She felt speechless upon hearing those words.