Chapter 139 - A Blissful Morning (1/2)

Mu Shen stepped out of the closet with his eyes closed as he raised his hands in surrender, ''I'm not a pervert. I swear!”

Li Shuang looked at the man who had mud all over his face. Ripped jeans, black shirt, dark shades settled above his striking reddish-brown hair. ”Get out,” She coldly said with the vase in her hands pointed at the man.

''I really am not a pervert.”

”Get out!”

”Woman, you will regret this,” Mu Shen opened his eyes as he looked at Li Shuang who had her back pressed against the glass pane as she glanced at him coldly. A beautiful face indeed. Fresh, beautiful, and cold!

The corner of his tugged up. Since he was already trapped here, it was better to make it worth his while.

”Wait for me, darling,” He quickly entered the bathroom with his self-confidence reaching the sky. He was sure as long as he washed his face, this cold girl will be a kitten ready to pounce on him.

Li Shuang glanced at his retreating back before looking at the vase in her hand, for once regretting not learning self-defense.

It did not take long for Mu Shen to come out with his face properly cleaned as he stood near the door with a typical protagonist's face with one of his hands extended towards Li Shuang. He was one hundred and one percent sure that she will be charmed within a second.

”Get out,” Her voice was still cold.

”_”

The next morning.

Jun Zixuan glanced at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her back was pressed against the front of his body as her head was supported on his shoulder.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist before snuggling closer to her as his index finger drew circles on her waist through her satin robe.

”Uhh....” Yu Mei finally opened her eyes when her body clock worked up. Feeling ever so comfortable, she moved closer to the source of warmth beside her and rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm.

”Awake?” A hoarse yet deep voice sounded right beside her ear.

She stiffened, Her palm that was rubbing her eyes froze in its place as a weird shiver ran down her whole body. Her toes curled up as the memories of last night came crashing on her like the tip of the mountain after a landslide.

She wanted to act dead but it was so...So damn late for it. He won't remember it, will he? His alcohol tolerance was bad after all. Bracing herself for it, she reminded herself to think of the best and grabbed the hand that was wrapped around her waist before trying to remove it.

”No, it's better like this,” He whispered beside her ear. She shivered and pressed her hand on her ear.

It was one of her sensitive spots for god's sake. Why did he have to speak there?