"I’m tired, girl, let me rest a bit." He collapsed on the bed and stubbornly refused to get up.
If he wasn’t stubborn and shameless, would he and the girl still have a future?
Lan Tian was astonished, was this shameless person really Mo Junhua?
Lan Tian began to doubt whether the cold, arrogant, domineering, and ruthless Mo Junhua from her previous life had been nothing but an illusion she had conjured up.
Lan Tian was infuriated, she’d never met someone . Letting him off so easily made her blood boil; it wasn’t her who was shameless. She couldn’t just let it go, but what could she do? She certainly couldn’t lose her temper and throw a tantrum, right?
She couldn’t bring herself to be as persistent and shameless.
Mo Junhua was feeling desolate; he had already cast aside his pride, and yet the girl didn’t respond, leaving him cold-hearted. Honestly, as long as the girl showed some emotion, good or bad, it meant she still harbored some feelings for him and he could gradually coax her back.
Lan Tian, filled with indignation, blurted out, "You... have you no shame?"
"I don’t need it." Could shame get him a wife?
Mo Junhua couldn’t care less.
"You..." Lan Tian was so angry her face turned red.
"I haven’t had a good sleep for months, girl, let me sleep for a bit; we can talk when I wake up." Mo Junhua closed his eyes and didn’t move, wondering if he should act up again. Seeing Lan Tian’s reaction, Mo Junhua was thrilled; the girl was finally paying attention to him.
An angry Lan Tian was much more attractive than a calm Lan Tian. Mo Junhua never considered himself shallow, but he found everything about the girl beautiful.
No wonder he liked her so much.
"Go take a bath, you can’t sleep without bathing, you’re filthy." Lan Tian was on the verge of insanity, wishing she could kick him to death. But could she really? It was precisely because she couldn’t that she was so angry.
Mo Junhua was satisfied; with his wife, he couldn’t afford to have shame, and now he had achieved his goal. Finally, he stayed, opened his eyes suddenly, and stretched out his arms to hug Lan Tian.
Today, might he have his wish fulfilled?
Lan Tian was stunned, blinking, bewildered by what was going on.
Lan Tian looked dumbfounded, unable to believe Mo Junhua would resist. Previously when she bullied him, he had always silently endured. Why was he resisting this time?
This didn’t make sense!
The girl hadn’t realized yet that things aren’t always as they seem; they never stay the same and always vary from person to person.
Most importantly, the two were in each other’s arms.
Besides, between a husband and wife sharing a room, could it really be called bullying?
Mo Junhua probably wished she would bully him more.
Lan Tian pushed him angrily, "What are you doing? Get up, you’re so heavy."
Mo Junhua, who usually rolled away when pushed, didn’t budge this time, but instead caught Lan Tian’s hands and held them above her head, staring at her, his mind inadvertently recalling Su Qing’s words, ’Affection is nurtured through interaction.’
Lan Tian finally noticed Mo Junhua’s abnormality, her heart racing with anxiety, fearing something bad was about to happen, she desperately changed the subject: "Was the mission smooth this time? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Lan Tian truly didn’t want to ask; the atmosphere was too awkward. If she didn’t find something to divert his attention, and also to alleviate her own discomfort, it would be unbearable.
Mo Junhua ignored her, his gaze deep and focused on her.
"Girl, let’s make up for our wedding night today!"
Make up your head, it’s been centuries.
Even if he died at the hands of the girl today, he would be content, as his head came down.
Before Lan Tian could shout these words, Mo Junhua’s head descended.
Once the arrow is off the bowstring, it doesn’t turn back. Things had come this far; Mo Junhua wouldn’t allow Lan Tian to escape or shrink back.
Lan Tian’s mind was in a haze, and then she knew nothing more.