CHAPTER 31: 31. YET... THINKING ABOUT HIM

He walked over again, wrapping his arms around her head from behind, and planted a trembling kiss on her cheek: "You work on your draft, I’ll just read beside you and not disturb you."

This kiss made Shi Nian feel so unfamiliar that she had to clench her fists to resist the urge to wipe it off.

"But A Yuan, I’ve gotten used to being alone. I’m not used to you suddenly being by my side."

"Nonsense."

He didn’t mind: "Before marriage, we were strangers who had never met, and after marriage, didn’t we live together smoothly?" He deliberately paused, "Furthermore, it was so sweet. So don’t worry, I guarantee, your body will quickly remember me, it won’t take more than five minutes."

His voice was filled with fantasy, and his hand had already slid down from her neck, slowly moving over her body.

Shi Nian was trying her best to endure, but... just thinking about his hand possibly moving the same way on Rosa, or any other woman, made her feel sick!

She suddenly stood up and threw off his hand.

"A Yuan, that’s enough!"

Xiang Yuan was stopped, squinting at her. In the eyes of the jade-like gentleman, there was a trace of madness.

Shi Nian anxiously raked her hair: "Forget it, you stay at home. I’ll go to the office to write my draft."

Shi Nian almost fled in a panic, casually grabbing a long dress, picked up her briefcase, put on her shoes, and left. Before she could get out, Xiang Yuan caught up with her, reaching out to grab her arm: "Shi Nian, what’s really going on?"

Really, does he still need to ask her?

But tonight... forget it, she still had to write her draft and didn’t want to argue with him.

Shi Nian tried to stay calm, looking up at him: "Maybe I just had a bad day at work. The interview with Tang Yanqing was messed up, your mom was right, it was you who helped me get it, not my own achievement. If it’s not mine, it’s not mine. So I have to make up for it, I must replace the space originally meant for him with a brilliant draft."

Desperation and irrebuttable determination flashed in her eyes... Xiang Yuan took a deep breath and stepped back: "Alright, alright. Everything that happened today left you feeling bad. So I won’t push you, I agree, you can go out."

He calmed down, once again appearing indifferent and calm: "How about we have a date tomorrow? I’ll pick you up."

Shi Nian didn’t want to talk more, casually nodded, and rushed out the door.

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It wasn’t until she rushed into the company elevator that she realized she had embarrassed herself.

She had just jumped out after a shower, grabbing a casual long sweatshirt dress, only wearing panties underneath, and hadn’t had time to put on a bra.

The merciless elevator mirror reflected her slight awkwardness... Her face flushed, and she hurriedly hugged her briefcase in front to barely cover it.

The office was quiet, all her colleagues had left. Shi Nian turned on her computer to write her draft, and the stillness proved to be quite efficient.

Except—the terrycloth inside her sweatshirt kept rubbing against her body.

It made her, in the darkness of the surrounding world, damnably remember everything that inspector had done to her...

As if his hand had never left her body for a moment.

Made her strangely—unable to stop trembling.

She looked up in despair at the window. The window glass reflected the dim light of the computer screen and her, sitting there dazed in the faint glow.

This damn night, she refused her long-waiting husband, but strangely trembled at the touch of a strange detective.

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