12dz Chapter 61 My Wife is a Little Demon
Chapter 61 My Wife is a Little Demon
Shen Mochen paused slightly, his rationality slowly returning. He reached out from under her skirt, straightened her shoulder strap, and helped her put her dress back on. Meeting her questioning eyes, he suppressed the desire in his chest and said, "Sweetie, not yet."
He is currently emotionally unstable.
I'm afraid that once I start, it will never end. I'm afraid of hurting her, and even more afraid that once my affection level is maxed out, she will disappear again when I wake up.
Yu Nanqing's expression froze slightly, the flush on her face gradually faded, and the rise and fall of her chest slowed down. Seeing Shen Mochen get up to leave, she frowned slightly and hurriedly reached out to grab the hem of his clothes, "Shen Mochen!"
It's a natural progression, and she's been so proactive, so why can't it be done!
She bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and indignant. Her cheeks puffed out in anger, and she stretched out her fair, jade-like feet to tightly clamp his thighs. "You... are you even a man?"
Shen Mochen's heart trembled violently. His eyes were fixed on her bright white feet. He breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and grasped them, then turned around and lifted her up by the hips.
He stared at her face for a moment, then leaned in and bit her puffed-up cheek, gently grinding his teeth together, leaving a row of teeth marks. "My darling is a little devil, like a fragile and precious thing. I can't bear to touch her, afraid of breaking her."
Yu Nanqing stiffened slightly, her face flushed, and after being coaxed, she tilted her head and hummed twice, "Are you leaving?"
"Go cook, I'm afraid my good wife will go hungry." Shen Mochen pinched her little bottom and put her back on the sofa.
"You shameless woman, calling me 'wife' before we're even married." Yu Nanqing's face turned even redder, her wisps of hair fluttering in her delight. She kicked his shin and teased him in a low voice.
Shen Mochen was momentarily dazed, some memories flashing through his mind. After a moment, he smiled slightly and reached out to rub her head.
She's my real wife... not a hallucination.
He doesn't have delusions; they have amnesia.
While Shen Mochen was cooking, Yu Nanqing was also busy helping him.
However, it seems that Shen Mochen became even busier after she entered the kitchen.
She was peeling a clove of garlic, and Shen Mochen offered to use hand sanitizer to help her wash her hands.
She handed him a knife, and Shen Mochen even used hand sanitizer to help her wash her hands.
Yu Nanqing was a little annoyed that her hands were red from washing. She pouted and simply stopped helping him, instead wrapping her arms around his waist and swaying back and forth to provide him with emotional support.
"Brother Chen is awesome."
"Brother Chen is so amazing..."
Shen Mochen's temples were bulging with veins, not from annoyance, but from holding back.
My sweet wife is like a little sun; I want to hug her even without her saying a word.
When he started talking, it got even worse. He wished he had three heads and six arms so he could hold her tightly and kiss her little mouth until it was ruined.
After steaming the eggs, he finally had some free time. He washed his hands, picked her up, and eagerly kissed her face, as if he wanted to melt her away and make her melt into his bones.
They blend together, so romantic.
He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself in a perverse way.
The woman next door and the man across the street had probably made up; Shen Mochen even heard their wanton lovemaking when he went out in the middle of the night.
Thinking of the little hickey he had left on Yu Xiaoqing's neck, he couldn't help but smile slightly, his mood instantly improving.
He went straight to Shui Jun Bay, thinking he had to see if that stupid dog was still alive.
The villa lights were on. Shen Mochen paused as he entered, glanced at the man on the sofa, and went straight to open the dog room.
I glanced at it from the doorway. The silly dog was lying on the soft carpet, snoring. Most of the pile of dog food had been eaten. There was a note left by the aunt on the wall saying that its bowel movements were normal.
They seem to be living a very comfortable life.
Relieved, Shen Mochen closed the door and then looked directly at the old man on the sofa.
"Did you go to psychotherapy today?" Old Master Shen was angry for a couple of seconds when he felt ignored, but then he remembered that Shen Mochen was mentally ill, and his anger suddenly disappeared.
Why is he arguing with a mentally ill person?
Shen Mochen didn't speak. He opened the coffee table drawer, took out a cigarette, lit it, and then lazily leaned back on the sofa.
The smoke completely obscured his expression.
He was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt that his beloved wife had bought for him, which made his already fair skin look even whiter.
It is morbid, yet not without aesthetic appeal.
After finishing his cigarette, he coughed lightly and replied casually, "I'm going."
After enduring it for a while, Old Master Shen, who was already used to his appearance, couldn't help but frown deeply. "What did the doctor say?"
"Grandpa already knows?" Shen Mochen slowly raised his eyes, his cold gaze filled with indifference.
He had a hideous scar on his chest, which he stabbed himself last year when the old man had someone drug him with an aphrodisiac and locked a woman in a room with him.
The moment he collapsed, the old man's men came in.
So he knew that the old man had been sending people to monitor him.
Perhaps recently, or perhaps all along…
From the time he was left to fend for himself in a foreign mental hospital.
Old Master Shen's brow furrowed slightly, but he concealed the unusual expression on his face. "Has Xiao Chen encountered something happy recently?"
He knew, he knew from the moment Shen Mochen was released from the mental hospital.
The psychologist said that Shen Mochen's mood has been very stable recently, and his condition is also recovering well.
Shen Mochen paused for two seconds, his fingers, which had been circling the pink pig on his short-sleeved shirt, slowly stopped. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Grandpa's first love died, does that count?"
Old Master Shen was taken aback, his expression stiffened, and the veins on his hand holding the cup gradually bulged.
“Grandpa should be happy too. The leverage that others could use against him is gone. Although his lover died for another man, he is nearly seventy years old and can enjoy his old age, can’t he?”
Shen Mochen spoke slowly, quietly observing as Old Master Shen's face grew increasingly grim.
If you look closely, you can even see a few thumbprints on the wrinkled side of her face.
It seems the other party is very capable; no wonder Old Master Shen couldn't bear to see others happy when he couldn't have the one he loved.
She stole his lover for decades, drove her son to his death, and now she's targeting him.
The teacup didn't come at him for a while. Feeling tired, Shen Mochen chewed on some candy and went upstairs to the second floor.
A new art studio has been added at the end of the corridor; it was prepared two years ago when my wife had just disappeared.
He doesn't have the talent; his drawing skills are terrible.
But he was afraid he would really forget, so he drew day after day, trying to freeze the obedient boy's face in the painting.
The only decent one he kept was framed and carefully placed in the cupboard.
He stood in front of the cabinet for a while, his expression gradually softening.
It doesn't look like it at all; it's not drawn at all.
Her nose should be more upturned, her lips more beautiful, and her swan-like neck more slender.
He said he had a wife, a beautiful wife.
Yes, he had to tell He Jing that he wasn't dreaming.
He needs to show them, he needs to make them see clearly, that his wife is beautiful, and that he shouldn't be unable to find her anywhere…
He Jing received his call in the middle of the night, and was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He hurriedly dressed, thinking that something had happened to him. But as soon as he stepped out, he heard a quiet voice on the other end of the line, "He Jing, I have a wife, really."