Mu Shini entered the house with flowers in her arms.
As soon as she closed the door and turned around, a tall and imposing figure came into view, startling her.
Hugging the flowers, she placed a hand on her chest and, upon recognizing the man, exhaled a sigh of relief, "Uncle, you really scared me there."
Especially with that dark face of his, what was that supposed to mean?
It was as if she had done something to wrong him.
"Such a big bouquet of flowers, don’t tell me it was given to you by Li Xiaotian," Bo Sishen stared at her with deep, piercing eyes, as if trying to see into her soul.
"...?" Mu Shini didn’t expect such a sudden question and found herself at a loss for words. Read complete version only at N()velFire.net
"We just left not long ago, and already you’ve met a new suitor?"
Bo Sishen’s eyebrows furrowed, his voice hoarse with a hint of anger.
To Mu Shini, it seemed like Bo Sishen was getting unnecessarily jealous. She covered her lips with a light laugh and then suddenly became serious, "Uncle Hei Che, why are you jealous? These flowers and chocolates are from Tinghao."
Bo Sishen narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a cold gaze.
"What did you just call me?"
His face turned cold.
His dark eyes met her clear ones, and for no reason at all, her heart involuntarily trembled.
She was puzzled; wasn’t that what she always called him? Why was he making it a big deal now?
Could it be because he was now a professor, and calling him that would show disrespect?
"Uncle, what are you standing there for? I find you men really strange. Just look at Tinghao; last time he confessed to me, and I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of everyone, so I told him in private. After that, I felt awkward facing him, but he still treats me so well. When he found out I was sick and had returned to school, he sent me flowers and chocolates, making me feel even more like a bad woman."
Mu Shini said with a troubled expression.
Bo Sishen’s eyes tightened, "You regret rejecting Bao Tinghao, even fearing hurting his pride?"
Mu Shini looked at Bo Sishen with some confusion.
Bo Sishen’s handsome face suddenly darkened. He reached out his long fingers, took the flowers and chocolates from her arms, and threw them on the Xuanmen Pass cabinet. "Mu Shini, flirting with other men in front of your teacher?"
He almost gritted his teeth.
Mu Shini was stunned, quickly taking a few steps back.
But Bo Sishen approached her, making her breath hitch. Instinctively wanting to step back, she was pulled into his arms by Bo Sishen’s strong grip on her slender waist.
Mu Shini could even clearly smell his scent, which enveloped her, making her cheeks inexplicably blush.
She furrowed her brows deeply, struggling, "Uncle, let go..."
He was too close, making her feel a surge of danger between them.
She was scared and dared not look up at him, only reaching out to try to pry his big hand away.
"Why do you keep calling me Uncle? Do I look that old?"
Bo Sishen tightly held her wrist, his tone obsessed.
Mu Shini’s breath tightened, lightly frowning, not understanding why he cared so much about a nickname. Hadn’t she always called him that before?
But the more she struggled, the tighter he held. She could only surrender and asked helplessly, "Then what do you want me to call you?"
Finally, Bo Sishen let go, his lips curling up, "Call me Husband."