744 Shot Himself in the Foo (1/2)

Just imagining it made Iris tremble. If what happened to the Vetrovs the hellish night they were all annihilated also were to happen to Jin Liwei and their loved ones, she wouldn't be able to take it! The tragedy in her past life was, in a sense, a form of release for her. But if a similar tragedy were to befall her again in this life, she would fight to the very end to prevent it.

”What's wrong, love?” Jin Liwei's worried voice interrupted the nightmare playing inside her mind. His warmth enveloped her and gradually eased her trembling. ”You must be cold wearing that thin jumpsuit. Come. Let's get you changed into something warmer and more comfortable.”

He led her from the bathroom to the walk-in closet and proceeded to choose a set of knitted sweatshirt and simple lounge pants for her.

She changed into the lounge pants but rejected the sweatshirt. ”I want to wear your shirt.”

”Alright,” he said with a smile and walked to his side of the closet but was stopped.

”No. I want the shirt you're wearing right now. Take it off.”

He frowned. ”I already sweated in this shirt while taking my morning walk. It's stinky. I'll get you a clean one instead, okay?”

”You're not stinky,” she said while clasping the hem of his shirt. ”I already smelled you and you smell good. I don't want a clean one because it doesn't smell like you yet. Please, darling. Your scent calms me down.”

For a man, his woman telling him that he smelled good after sweating felt awesome. Jin Liwei couldn't stop his mouth from stretching into a smug grin.

Then she added, ”And it wards off the other stink from my surroundings. Ugh. They make me dizzy and nauseous!”

His smug grin fell a little after hearing her say that. Was his scent some sort of an anti-evil charm for her? Then he saw how serious she looked. Oh well. His woman was pregnant and her new weirdness was surely from the hormones. If it made her happy, the least he could do was give her all his used shirts.

Sighing, he pulled his shirt off and handed it to her. She happily wore it but not before giving him a smacking kiss on the lips and an enthusiastic ”thank you” which instantly returned his smug grin.

”Do you want my used boxers, too?” he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”I'll take it off right now. Just say the word. My scent should be stronger on my boxers.”

She smacked his chest. ”You're so gross!”