"Bo Sishen? Mr. Bo?" Bo Sishen gritted his teeth, repeating the way she addressed him. She had a husband but didn’t call him that; instead, she called him uncle and such?
Did he usually look like an uncle? Did he now look like an old man?
"Do I look old to you?"
Mu Shini was initially struggling slightly, but upon hearing Bo Sishen’s words, she looked at him in a daze.
Although his voice was rough and unpleasant, she could hear the disappointnt in his tone.
This was clearly a term of respect, how did it imply that he was old?
Just like she casually called Uncle Hei Che "uncle."
"When did I say you were old? If I call you husband, doesn’t that an I don’t think you’re old?" Mu Shini worried about provoking him, considering he was already disabled and couldn’t take more blows.
Mu Shini rested on his arm and could hear his heartbeat, so clear.
His strong body slowly awakened the hormones within her.
"Sharp-tongued." Bo Sishen frowned slightly, wrapping her waist tightly in his arms, his hot breath brushing against her ear, "I’ve reviewed too many docunts, I’m very tired. Just sleep quietly with for one night, I promise I won’t touch you."
When Mu Shini heard he was very tired, she didn’t dare move around anymore and obediently lay beside him.
He used his arm as her pillow, holding her head, and his other big hand tightly wrapped around her waist, making any thought of leaving the bed tonight impossible.
Moreover, she could indeed feel his exhaustion.
Feeling her body still tense, he closed his eyes and spoke, "Wife, I’m impotent. Are you that scared I’ll eat you?"
"..." His words only made Mu Shini more nervous.
"If I wanted to, I would have done it already. There’d be no ti for you to think," Bo Sishen’s lips curved into a slight smile, "Sleep, it’s late."
Fine, sleep it is!
Anyway, she would return to school tomorrow!
In the future, if he tried to make her stay over again, she’d find an excuse to leave.
Seeing him in a wheelchair all the ti, dressed in a suit, looking so proper and polite, he didn’t seem like a pervert.
With this thought, Mu Shini gradually relaxed her body.
Just as she relaxed, she felt his restless big hand suddenly tighten. She reached out and hit him hard.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
She tried to push him away, but his big hand pressed down on hers, pinning her small hands tightly against her side and his arm, immobilizing her while his other large hand leisurely road back over her body.
"Don’t move, shut up, and sleep." His commanding tone whispered in her ear.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the youthful scent of her.
"Hey, you’re touching my chest. I can’t even say a word?" Mu Shini found him too domineering, like an overbearing officer. She frowned and struggled to get up in his embrace.
Wasn’t this man supposed to be paralyzed? Where did he get so much strength?
If he were Uncle Hei Che, she would have already fought back without hesitation.
Now, the man lying beside her, touching her chest—his touch was legal, she had no reason to retaliate!
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