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“I can’t bear the pain of losing you. Out of my own selfishness, I want you to become stronger. I didn’t consider your feelings or ask for your opinion. Will you blame me for that? Will you resent me? And then… will you stop liking me?”
The man’s voice deepened, and his gaze locked onto hers, filled with profound love.
Shuxin: ???
Did Yan Mo develop some new, incredible way of speaking that she wasn’t aware of? Something felt off…
Seeing the disappointment in his expression when she didn’t answer, Shuxin panicked, blurting out, “How could I! I would never blame you! Becoming stronger is my own goal and desire. I can’t just stand idly by while you all fight at the frontlines, unable to contribute anything.”
“You didn’t deny that you might stop liking me. Xinbao, are you really losing interest in me? It’s fine—you can tell me the truth. I can handle it.”
Yan Mo stared at her intently, as if afraid of missing even the slightest change in her expression.
He had leaned in very close, seemingly to observe her face better, completely unaware of how lethal this close-up attack was for her.
“No way! I’m super interested in you!”
Faced with his ridiculously good-looking face at such close range, combined with his dangerously seductive voice, Shuxin’s brain completely short-circuited. She was too dazed to think logically and simply followed along with his words, failing to notice the flicker of mischief in his eyes.
“Oh~ Since Xinbao is so interested in me, as your lawful husband, I should naturally satisfy my wife’s needs. Starting today, I’ll move upstairs and live with you.”
“Mm-hmm, sounds good!”
After answering, Shuxin’s scattered reasoning finally returned. She stared blankly at Yan Mo’s triumphant expression, her mouth opening and closing as realization dawned—he had done this on purpose!
No wonder he was acting so differently today. So this was all part of a scheme to trap her, this gullible little bunny!
Heh, tui! What a devious dog of a man!
—
That night, as they lay in the same bed, Shuxin glanced at the obviously content man beside her. She took in his neatly arranged personal items now occupying her room and sighed in resignation while stroking his ridiculously well-defined abs.
“Ah~”
It wasn’t that her defenses were weak—the enemy was simply too cunning, offering too much for her to refuse.
Hehe, these abs feel amazing!
I wonder if his Adonis belt would feel just as good?
She sneakily peeked at Yan Mo, who was reading against the headboard, and, seeing that he wasn’t paying attention, stealthily moved her hand lower. The closer she got to her target, the brighter her eyes shone. Just as she was about to succeed, a large hand firmly caught her wrist.
“Xinbao, if you keep touching, I’m afraid something will happen on our very first night together. Or… are you actually trying to hint at something?”
Yan Mo’s voice was lower and huskier than usual, laced with restraint. Instead of diminishing his charm, it only made his voice even more intoxicating.
Busted red-handed, Shuxin froze, then awkwardly laughed. “N-no, not at all…”
Yan Mo gave her a knowing look, let go of her hand, and smirked.
“You little pervert. You have the desire, but not the courage.”
Shuxin’s face turned bright red. She huffed, turned her back to him, and grabbed her phone. She tapped furiously on a wooden fish meditation app, hoping to cleanse her mind of all the inappropriate thoughts.
Internally, she vowed: Just wait until I’m eighteen! One day, I’ll make this smug bastard suffer and let him experience the frustration of being able to look but not touch!
Behind her, Yan Mo’s gaze flickered downward before he exhaled deeply.
Just one more year.
Right now, Shuxin was still too young. Her body hadn’t fully matured yet, and being intimate too soon could harm her. They had a lifetime together—there was no need to rush.
—
The next morning, as Yan Mo descended the stairs, he was met with the intense scrutiny of his two best friends. Their eyes gleamed with unfiltered curiosity, and Bu Lianwen even circled him like a detective inspecting evidence.
“Tsk tsk tsk, look at that glowing face—no doubt the expression of a man who has a wife!” Bu Lianwen sighed dramatically. “Meanwhile, Qimai and I were left to keep each other warm through the lonely, bitter night. Tragic. Truly tragic. Mo-ge, do you even remember poor Bu Yuhuo, the woman you abandoned downstairs?”
“You seem to have a lot of excess energy,” Yan Mo commented flatly. “I’ll add an extra set to your training today.”
“Agh! No! One more set will literally kill me!”
Bu Lianwen dramatically reached out toward Yan Mo’s retreating figure, his hand outstretched in a classic melodramatic pose.
Mu Qimai, sipping his black coffee, simply watched the scene unfold, utterly entertained.
And thus, a world where only Bu Lianwen suffered was achieved.