The living room was extrely quiet, only the sound of a pen scratching on paper could be heard.
He rembered the first ti they t, she stood in a sea of sunflowers, all her attention focused on the paper in front of her, completely oblivious to the peeping him in her world.
At this mont, he felt sowhat jealous of the paper before her, jealous of the pen.
Because she hadn’t given him so much attention.
After the last stroke, Mu Yan looked at the sunflowers on the paper, not very satisfied.
Suddenly she sensed a gaze fixed on her, instinctively turned around, and saw Jiang Jingheng entering from the doorway.
She imdiately stood up and walked over, "You’re back."
"Hm," Jiang Jingheng responded.
Mu Yan took the bag from his hand and said, "Your mom just called and said we should go back for dinner tonight."
When it ca to matters involving the Jiang Family and Yin Manqing, she never made decisions on her own but asked Jiang Jingheng.
"No ti," Jiang Jingheng said indifferently and went straight upstairs.
As cold as ever, Mu Yan wasn’t surprised, but she kept thinking whether she should do sothing to change the current situation.
"Do you have other plans tonight?" she asked, catching up with him.
Jiang Jingheng didn’t answer; as soon as he entered the bedroom, he undressed and went into the bathroom.
Mu Yan picked up the clothes, went to the outer bathroom, and put them in the washing machine.
When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Jiang Jingheng coming out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist.
Droplets of water that hadn’t been wiped off still clung to his muscular chest, sliding down over his abs, outlining a perfect V-line.
Mu Yan instinctively averted her gaze and asked, "Do you want to go out for a late-night snack tonight?"
She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she always felt his mood wasn’t great.
Jiang Jingheng walked up to her, looked down at her, and asked, "What do you think?"
As soon as he approached, his pheromones imdiately enveloped her, making Mu Yan feel light all over and her consciousness seed to weaken.
She looked up to et his eyes, sowhat puzzled, her voice trembling, "I don’t know."
He seed dangerous now.
Suddenly, she saw his face approach.
Before she could react, her lips were kissed.
It wasn’t until she was pressed onto the bed that she realized what he intended to do.
She grabbed his hand and asked, "Are we going to eat or not?"
"Aren’t we eating now?" Jiang Jingheng’s lips curled slightly, a smile appearing in his peach blossom eyes, with a bit of teasing.
Mu Yan, "..."
She really couldn’t out-flirt him.
Still, he had been really cold to her recently, maybe this was a turning point, after all, as the seniors said, there is no conflict between husband and wife that can’t be solved with a workout.
His attack was fierce but not lacking in tenderness, repeatedly conquering, stirring her interest, and tornting her nerves.
However, after the initial impulse, he gradually beca calm,
Suddenly, the man on her stopped moving.
Mu Yan opened her dazed eyes to look at him, as if asking why he wasn’t continuing.
Jiang Jingheng cradled her cheeks, kissed her lips, and asked softly, "Hope I continue?"
Mu Yan bit her lip, nodded honestly.
He teased, "Beg !"
Mu Yan looked at him mischievously, rembering how his coldness had tornted her recently, anger flared in her heart, and she suddenly pushed him to the side with a strong force.
Jiang Jingheng didn’t anticipate her sudden retaliation, and after flipping over, his back hit the edge of the bed, and the next mont, with a "thud," he fell to the floor.
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