Chapter 8: This is a small request from my husband

This "other person" has ulterior motives.

Shi Nan: "You know, that author really likes you."

Shen Xingman nodded somewhat tsundere: "I know that, she even wrote me a letter."

In this internet age, handwriting is also a luxury.

Shi Nan blinked: "Then why did you refuse to act in Cloud Frost?"

Shen Xingman always felt he had hidden meaning, propping her chin with a mischievous smile: "Xiao Nan, why are you suddenly caring about this?"

"……?"

The handsome guy fell silent, then made an excuse and left.

"Qiao Qiao-sis, someone's looking for you outside." A fitting room attendant walked in.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know them, but it's a man."

"Okay, I'll go check," Qiao Yun said, "Mànmàn, sit here and wait a bit, I'll be right back."

Shen Xingman nodded: "Mm."

Everyone left, the spacious VIP lounge became very quiet. Shen Xingman opened her phone and aimlessly browsed Taobao.

The clock on the wall flowed slowly, Shen Xingman's blink rate was harmonious—she probably didn't dislike this terrifyingly tranquil atmosphere.

Suddenly, the door behind made a soft sound.

Immediately followed by extremely light footsteps; hearing them, Shen Xingman thought Qiao Yun had returned and muttered: "I thought you weren't going to care about me anymore."

The person behind didn't respond, she also didn't turn back, still looking down at her phone.

Finally the footsteps drew nearer, the white waist-cinching dress she had taken a liking to also got added to the cart.

Probably sensing Qiao Yun was right behind her, Shen Xingman put her phone on the dressing table and then lifted her head—

"!"

Her pupils tightened, before she could react, their gazes met.

One calm and composed, the other panicked.

But Shen Xingman wasn't really panicked; it was pure fright, her brain lagging behind her eyes.

It was Mu Zhihan?!

She froze: "How did you get here?"

The fifth-anniversary hype is strong; if fans knew he was here, they might trample the whole building.

But compared to that, she'd rather say: "Why are you like a ghost? You came without saying hello."

He didn't answer, his gaze locked on the woman in the mirror.

Her face like peach blossoms, lips like dotted cherries, eyes like a clear spring, yet not as limpid as clear water—like crushed stars scattered in her eyes, creating a rippling shimmer.

Her long hair gently draped over her shoulders, setting off her white skin, delicate and fine.

"What are you doing?" Since she was wearing a strapless top, looking down could easily expose her, so Shen Xingman quickly covered her chest: "Don't look if you don't understand propriety?"

The light from above poured down cool and clear, giving the man's pallid skin a soft hue; his beautiful eyes hidden in his black hair were quite endearing.

Oh, so handsome, Shen Xingman blinked frankly.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?" Mu Zhihan placed a hand on Shen Xingman's shoulder.

Instantly, a tingling sensation like vines wrapped around her nerves.

"Who said I was waiting for you?" She turned her head, trying to pull his hand away.

But she couldn't move it at all.

He replied: "It's fine, I'll wait for you to come home."

"……?"

"What if I don't come back?" Her tone was a bit alluring, also cute and playful like a cat.

Honestly, Mu Zhihan was stirred by her.

She was like a demoness in the mist, gorgeous and seductive, able to cast spells and bewitch hearts.

Seeing her, the man's Adam's apple twitched, his gaze darkened, he grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the dressing table.

"……" Shen Xingman yielded.

She wanted to resist, but this man's strength was immense; she exerted all her strength, couldn't even bend a finger of his— that feeling of knowing what he's about to do yet being unable to stop it, truly maddening.

Shen Xingman increasingly doubted this wasn't the Mu Zhihan from back then who could be pushed onto the bed with a single shove.

After steadying Shen Xingman's body, his hands still held her waist, with no intention of letting go. Moreover, he didn't care about this fairy dress at all, directly letting Shen Xingman sit on the dressing table while pressing down the dress.

"What exactly do you want?" Shen Xingman lowered her voice as much as she could, eyes constantly on the door: "Someone's outside."

"I know."

That was as good as not saying anything.

"How did you get in? Didn't Qiao Yun notice you?"

"The door wasn't locked, I just came in."

"……"

Shen Xingman chuckled, really a wordsmith.

He released her waist, quickly grabbed her arms, "Let me kiss you for a bit."

It felt like his anger hit cotton.

Shen Xingman was restrained, unable to struggle, only able to watch his lips slowly approach hers.

He kissed for a long time, about to move to her collarbone, Shen Xingman shoved him away: "Don't go lower, I have to walk the red carpet soon."

After a while, Mu Zhihan nodded: "Mm."

……

"Accompany me tonight." That word "accompany" he uttered carries a hint of "desire".

Shen Xingman let out a big remark: "Still want to accompany? Do you know how much effort I got out of bed this morning?"

It left her exhausted all day, yawning nonstop.

However, Mu Zhihan said calmly: "I didn't intend to get you out of bed."

Shen Xingman: "……??"

Mu Zhihan played with the hair at her shoulder: "Once you get out of bed, you'll run around everywhere."

"I……" Shen Xingman actually didn't know how to rebut, her head buzzing, "I don't care, apologize! My legs are on my own body, how can I not run?"

"Sorry." He blurted out, those three stiff words showing not a hint of apology. Next time he'll still dare.

This super invincible handsome guy, his personality is especially weird—how weird? He likes both soft and hard, yet also dislikes both soft and hard.

Shen Xingman sums it up in one sentence: He's sick.

"I won't go home, you can rest assured."

"That's a pity," Mu Zhihan licked the corner of his lips, raised his head and gave a faint, slightly annoying smirk, "Tonight's headline might be our marriage news."

Shen Xingman had another surprised expression: "Are you threatening me?"

He shook his head, tone light: "This is a small request from a husband."

How can he be so deserving of a beating?

Shen Xingman really wanted to give him a muah right then.

"Do you have any sense? Is that how you ask for a favor?"

Mu Zhihan moved closer, inhaling her fragrance, listening to her breath, his voice gradually hoarse: "Then how do you want me to beg? Flesh as compensation?"

Shen Xingman: "……"

What on earth is in this capitalist's head?

Mu Zhihan curled his thin lips, gazing into Shen Xingman's pupils, heartfelt pleasure: "I'm very willing to beg you like this."

"……"

He's simply sick to the core.