With Gu Yan's deeply concerned eyes and gentle movements of applying ointment, he blurted out: "Is she... the one you like? Why didn't you marry her but me?"

It is impossible to take back the words once spoken...

Mu Wange didn't know why she asked the question in her heart. This was not the question she should have asked. But what happened in the kitchen just now, and now he was gently helping her apply ointment, and the way he looked at her just now

The glance seemed to be blaming her for her carelessness, and she seemed to see a look of distress flashing through his eyes...

Gu Yanshen paused in applying the ointment, slowly raised his head, and looked at Mu Wange with eyes as deep as if he wanted to suck her in.

"You don't need to know."

'You don't need to know.'

The man's voice was cold, as if he had been touched something he shouldn't have been touched. The voice was in sharp contrast with the gentle movements of his hands. Mu Wange's heart felt like he had been stabbed with a needle without leaving a trace because of his answer.

The pain is not obvious, but it is very real.

He said, you don't need to know.

It means that he does not need to know the reason why he married the woman he likes instead of marrying her, but he does not deny that the woman who just called is the woman he likes.

In fact, I already knew deep down in my heart that Gu Yanshen would talk to her in such a gentle tone, and would lie in front of her and say that he was a servant. His intention to not let the woman on the other end of the phone misunderstand was obvious. If he didn't like this, how could it be possible?

Why ask? Why do you ask when you know the answer?

Mu Wange knew it very well.

It had only been less than a week, but this man could already easily stir up her emotions and make him easily influenced by her.

He was really as dangerous as her initial impression, even a hundred times more dangerous than she initially expected.

She would ask, just to make herself sober. She learned from his mouth that she would not leave any possibility of fantasy to herself. She would put out the small fire in her heart that should not exist before it burns.

But why does he feel so uncomfortable when he is really sure that the woman named Yun Shu is his sweetheart?

"Um."

Mu Wange quickly adjusted her mood, hummed in a low voice, and then stopped talking.

While Gu Yanshen was rubbing the wound, his eyes stayed on her face for a few seconds. He looked at the woman with a calm and unconcerned face and said nothing more.

In a quiet bedroom, other senses become more sensitive.

Gu Yanshen initially focused on the wound, but after applying the ointment, he rubbed his fingertips on Mu Wange's delicate and fair skin.

The scent of jasmine flowers emanating from the woman's body lingered in her nose, stirring up the unsettled evil fire in the man's body and quickly rushing upwards.

He was just halfway through cooking in the kitchen, and those fragrant pictures made Gu Yan's Adam's apple roll up and down.

When Mu Wange noticed something strange, she subconsciously pressed the collar of her bath towel tightly. Unexpectedly, when she pressed it hard, half of the white and tender skin was squeezed out, and the mark that Gu Yanshen had just left in the kitchen still remained on it.

The marks he left behind stabbed the man's eyes a bright red. The big hand clasped on his knee suddenly moved up, slipped into the towel and reached the inner thigh. The man's body also leaned forward, and he supported Mu Wange's body with one hand.

Side, thin lips look up.

Snap...
Chapter completed!