Chapter 2: Charming Little Sprite

After a few minutes, Mu Zhihan walked out of the bathroom.

The man's physique was superior, the muscle definition all over his body very pronounced.

Broad shoulders gave way to a chest like intersecting ravines, his waist lined with distinct abdominal blocks that flowed into the V-lines below, each ridge and curve outlining a figure so good it made one's mouth water.

The curves were beautiful, not rugged; his skin wasn't snow‑white but a pale flesh tone, soft pink, firm yet gentle.

"Mrs. Mu," he called, pulling Shen Xingman back to her senses, then leisurely wrapped the towel around himself, smiling as light as cloud fluff: "You're back?"

His voice was clear and cold, his tone charming.

……

Shen Xingman couldn't help but admit that she always felt some indescribable, improper longing at the sound of his voice.

"Mm."

Hold it in, hold it in, you Shen Xingman have seen all kinds of big winds and waves.

"How long have you been standing outside?"

He was bare‑chested, seemingly without any shame.

Shen Xingman smelled the man's bath fragrance and stammered an explanation: "I just didn't peek; I, I just opened the door and—saw you inside……"

"I know," the man nodded, then gave a wicked smile, "but I never said you were peeking."

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Shen Xingman wasn't exactly good‑tempered, especially when she was in the wrong, and she would often turn the tables: "Why didn't you turn on the light just now?"

The man dried his wet hair with a towel: "What light would you turn on in broad daylight?"

Shen Xingman suddenly glanced outside.

The sun hadn't set yet……

……

Mu Zhihan stared at the pajamas in Shen Xingman's hand and asked, "Does the master bedroom have no bathroom?"

? How could he ask that?

Of course there's a bathroom in the master bedroom—just the lock was pried open by Mu Zhihan!!

He relied on that underhanded trick to take quite a few advantages from her.

Shen Xingman kept pressing: "Since you also know the room has a bathroom, why come here to wash?"

Mu Zhihan looked innocent: "Can't one wash here?"

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Shen Xingman's face darkened, she went straight into the bathroom: "You're blocking my way."

With a clang, the door shut lightly.

……

Someone was mercilessly left outside.

After finishing her shower, Shen Xingman returned to the bedroom; pushing the door open, she saw Mu Zhihan sitting on the sofa.

His bone structure was excellent, his appearance outrageously beautiful. In the light, his side profile glowed with a warm, delicate luster like jade, yet softer than jade.

Slightly damp bangs fell over his forehead, carefree and relaxed; below were a pair of deep peach‑blossom eyes, the outer corners slightly lifted, above a refined, superior brow ridge sat a straight nose bridge, thin lips lightly pressed, the lip line cool and clear.

This face seemed overly favored by the Creator, so extraordinarily handsome that even a casual gesture looked teasing or seductive.

Tsk……

Charming little sprite.

Those words suddenly popped into Shen Xingman's mind.

"All washed?"

He spoke, pulling Shen Xingman's thoughts back to reality.

The woman wore no makeup; her black, damp hair clung to her shoulders, making her skin outshine snow, the neckline slightly open, the perfect curve half‑hidden, half‑revealed looking all the more sexy and alluring, her graceful figure interpreted to perfection by the clinging sleepwear.

Mu Zhihan's dark eyes were deep, his throat dry; he unconsciously swallowed at nothing, then the burning desire in his lower body drove him to Shen Xingman's side.

Shen Xingman's waist was slim; he could easily grasp it with both hands, lowering his head, he brushed her lips intermittently, his voice tinged with temptation: "Why don't you go home?"

Shen Xingman's body tensed involuntarily, a little caught off guard: "Very busy."

Again, that excuse.

The beauty before him overlapped with the little spoiled thing from three years ago who would only cling to his waist and call him husband, leaving him somewhat dazed.

Back when they first married, she would still put on an act with patience; now that she had him in hand, she let go, spending her days out wandering aimlessly.

If it weren't for him standing right in front of her, she might not even realize she still had a husband guarding an empty room.

Almost every time he heard the three words "I'm busy," Mu Zhihan knew she was just going through the motions.

But it's fine; it doesn't stop him from playing along with her: "Mm."

Just pretend you're busy.

"You also need to make time to keep me company."

Having said that, he lifted Shen Xingman's chin and kissed her after a long absence.

Mu Zhihan may usually look gentle and soft, but when he kisses, he becomes extremely domineering; he won't rest until he has kissed Shen Xingman senseless.

Especially after three months of abstinence, his masculine aura surged back like a breaking bamboo, like a beast finally freed from its cage, fiercely savoring the freedom and pleasure the woman brought.

After more than ten minutes, the man had had his fill of kissing, then lifted Shen Xingman onto the bar counter, his breath heavy with lust: "You're back today—anything you want to tell me?"

Shen Xingman's eyes were unfocused, she felt a slight tipsiness.

Ah ha, it's wonderful.

"Let me catch my breath first," she panted continuously.

Looking at Teacher Mu, who also participated in the French kiss, he remained perfectly calm, not even a blush on his face.

It seems that in this matter, he always manages to firmly suppress her, leaving her never a chance to gain the upper hand.

Thinking this, Shen Xingman composed her emotions and spoke softly: "How about we get a divorce?"

……

The air instantly froze.

For a moment, it seemed neither of them knew how to proceed with the topic.

Seeing him silent, Shen Xingman suddenly recalled three years ago.

She met Mu Zhihan in a small city in c country; at that time she was dead drunk, staggering as she walked.

But the moment she saw Mu Zhihan under the wisteria, her heart stopped……

At that time, dazed, she just wondered, how could there be such a handsome male spirit?

Heaven knows, it was the first time a face had left her dazed and bewildered; that breathtaking, awe‑inspiring feeling made her foggy mind instantly conjure four words: "peak of perfection".

A masterpiece of Nüwa's skill, an Eastern divine visage, truly living up to its reputation.

Emboldened by the drink, Shen Xingman began to pull at Mu Zhihan……

During the following week, they spent all their time on that big hotel bed.

Dark and chaotic, overturning the world, upon waking they didn't even know what year it was.

But this isn't her fault!!!

Anyone else, male or female, pressed beneath him in bed by Mu Zhihan would be just as unable to restrain themselves as she was.

Just his face alone is enough to spark trouble, let alone his body.

So Shen Xingman had to take responsibility for him—the consequence being marriage.

I still remember how, when he first addressed her as "Miss Shen", her heart nearly melted.

But from beginning to end, she knew this marriage held no familial affection, friendship, or benefit, let alone so‑called love; adults simply take what they need.

But someone's needs are just excessive!!!