Mu Shini was stunned for a mont, lowered her eyes, and looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair. Then she quickly lowered her head, her small hands tightly gripping her clothes.
"Push to the bookroom." Bo Sishen could see her unease, and his eyes suddenly beca gentle and intense. After a while, he spoke, his voice hoarse.
Mu Shini snapped out of her stupor, "Oh!"
After responding, she hurried to the back of the wheelchair and pushed him towards the bedroom door.
"Where is the bookroom?" After pushing the wheelchair out, Mu Shini realized she didn’t know where the bookroom was, so she softly asked.
"The first room on the left is the bookroom," Bo Sishen said in a low voice.
"Oh!" Mu Shini pushed the wheelchair to the left.
Mu Shini lowered her eyes to look at the top of Bo Sishen’s head.
Although he was unsightly, his physique was good, as if he had been working out regularly. His body contours were very perfect.
He didn’t look like a patient who relied on a wheelchair for a prolonged period.
Especially his hair, thick, jet-black, neat, and well-grood.
He seed like a man with refined taste, living an elegant life.
"Umm... what perfu are you using?"
A cold breeze blew in through the corridor window, carrying a faint scent mixed with the sll of herbs. It wafted into Mu Shini’s nose. She took a deep breath, feeling that the faint fragrance mingled with the sll of herbs was very familiar.
It was sowhat similar to the scent on Uncle Hei Che.
Bo Sishen was startled.
Perfu?
He always used only one kind of perfu. Had she noticed sothing?
"I’m not using any perfu; maybe it’s from the doctor. I’ve been undergoing herbal treatnts all day today, so my body has picked up so of the scent." Bo Sishen responded naturally to her curiosity.
"Also, I’m your husband, not ’that’."
He found it particularly awkward and unpleasant to be addressed as "that" by her.
Mu Shini: "..."
She stuck out her tongue at the top of his head and made a funny face!
"I thought you were using perfu. But since you’re in a wheelchair, how co you still dress so stylishly? Your deanor isn’t affected by your scarred face; anyone can tell you’re an extraordinary person just by looking at you!" Mu Shini’s tone was gentle, making it hard to tell whether she was complinting him, but there was a hint of admiration in her voice.
But honestly, for a patient to still have a deanor that even an average person couldn’t compare to was indeed remarkable.
Yet compared to Uncle Hei Che, Bo Sishen’s deanor was not as impressive.
It’s just that Uncle Hei Che didn’t co from a good background; he was a professional gigolo.
And despite Bo Sishen being a disabled person, he held significant power.
He was an officer and also the chief executive of a multinational conglorate.
This man was excellent in every aspect, but unfortunately, he was physically disabled.
"Mu Shini, are you really not planning to stay? I need you very much."
As the wheelchair stopped at the bookroom door, Bo Sishen asked hoarsely.
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I need you very much.
These words, when heard by Mu Shini, felt like a heavy stone in her heart.
She quickly pleaded, "Husband Bo Sishen, do you need ? What do you need for? I don’t know dicine or anything. Staying here would only trouble you..."
He was disabled, and she thought he needed her care.
But she still wanted to study.
Wen Chunlan had ntioned to her that if Bo Sishen needed her care, she would have to abandon her studies to take care of her disabled husband wholeheartedly.
"Since I have a wife, there’s no need to trouble others to take care of ." Bo Sishen raised his hand, rubbed his throat, and said in a deep voice.
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