You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 41 The self-inflicted injury strategy worked!

Seeing her smug expression, the system couldn't resist pulling out a recording from a month ago of when she knew her mission was about to expire.

Sobbing uncontrollably, it rummaged through its remaining tuft of handsome hair, muttering that the system was heartless.

Yu Nanqing hates it when someone comes to spoil her mood when she's in a good mood.

I glanced at it sideways and coldly told it to get lost.

The warm sun shone on her body, and she lay comfortably. Before long, Yu Nanqing drifted off to sleep.

While I was asleep, I suddenly felt burning hot all over, as if I was tightly enveloped by a blazing fireball, so hot that my heart trembled.

She woke up in a sweat and looked up to find herself staring at the man who was hugging and kissing her.

Yu Nanqing snapped out of her daze, then suddenly remembered that she was still angry. So she immediately withdrew her hand, which had been about to grab his neck, and got off the recliner.

Shen Mochen paused for a moment, pulled back her plush blanket, and sat down on the recliner before calling her name.

His voice was a little husky, but strangely sexy, with a hint of pitifulness, "Wife..."

Yu Nanqing paused, glanced at him, and made up her mind not to pay him any attention.

Closing the balcony door effectively shut Shen Mochen out.

The self-inflicted injury plot failed, and Shen Mochen was somewhat dejected. As he stood up, he suddenly noticed that the wound on his forehead had been covered by stray hairs.

His brow twitched slightly, and his eyes lit up again.

It's not that it didn't succeed, it's just that it hasn't been used yet.

As soon as he entered the house, he slumped onto the sofa, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the corners of his reddened eyes becoming faintly moist.

Yu Nanqing sat on the swivel chair in front of the cabinet, absentmindedly fiddling with the Lego bricks on the table.

She bought this from Shen Mochen's phone a while ago to kill time, and she put it together and took it apart repeatedly.

After a long while, she finally moved and couldn't help but glance at Shen Mochen on the sofa. When she saw the wound on his forehead, she was slightly taken aback.

"You're injured, Shen Mochen."

Seeing that his wife was finally paying attention to him, Shen Mochen raised an eyebrow, put his arm around her waist, leaned his head against her chest, and his pale lips moved slightly, "Wife, I think I saw my great-grandmother..."

Yu Nanqing frowned, reached out and touched his face; it was as cold as a dead person's.

"Give me your phone, I'll call the doctor," she said, her eyes filled with unease.

"It's in my pocket, feel around." Shen Mochen said weakly, but he didn't forget to take advantage of her, his fingertips already lifting her shirt and reaching inside.

Yu Nanqing glanced down at him, thinking that he might be seeking warmth, and decided to turn a blind eye to his actions.

But as soon as her hand touched his thigh, she heard him let out a shameless groan.

She froze for two seconds, then simply reached out and covered his mouth with one hand, while continuing to rummage with the other.

"It's not here." After emptying both pockets, Yu Nanqing frowned in confusion.

"It might be in the coat pocket. I must have misremembered." Shen Mochen looked at her, his voice a little rough, a suspicious blush appearing on his fair face.

Yu Nanqing glanced at him suspiciously, but ultimately, considering his injury, she said nothing and dutifully went to find his coat on the rack in front of the door.

After she called the family doctor, she turned around and saw that Shen Mochen had already taken off all his clothes and was lying on the bed wearing only his underwear.

Her eyelids twitched violently, and under his watchful gaze, she hesitantly walked over and pulled the blanket over him.

Shen Mochen stared intently at her, his moist eyes reddening. "Wife, I'm cold..."

"Hmm?" Yu Nanqing paused, then turned around and brought the blanket from the sofa over to cover him.

"It's still cold..."

"Just bear with it for a bit, the family doctor will be here soon." Yu Nanqing covered his face, trying to get him to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

"My wife, come up and hug me, then I won't be cold anymore." Shen Mochen took her hand and slowly moved into the blanket.

He wanted his wife to feel his rapidly beating heart, but she seemed to misunderstand something, and angrily withdrew her hand, giving him a soft slap as well.

The beating gave him a strange sense of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but let out some muffled groans.

His eyes were bright and piercing as he looked at her.

He really wanted his wife to touch him more, preferably while she was sitting on his waist.

Yu Nanyan glanced at him, but didn't fall for his trick.

Having seen him covered in injuries yet still possessing the strength to torment her, she simply couldn't believe that such injuries could break him.

She pulled her hand away from his tight grip, thought about taking out a candy, unwrapping it, and putting it in his mouth, and decided to go out and get him some hot water, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

Watching her resolute back, Shen Mochen sighed softly.

It's really hurtful that his wife doesn't care about him at all.

Yu Nanqing filled a thermos with hot water, added a spoonful of honey, stirred it well, and was just about to turn around and go upstairs when her waist was pressed against something.

A familiar voice rang in her ear, and the person leaned down without ceremony to drink a sip of honey water from her hand. "As expected of what Guai Guai made, it's so fragrant and sweet."

Yu Nanqing's nerves trembled, and the heart that had been in her throat slowly returned to normal. With her ears burning red, she turned around and pinched his waist. "You were faking it all along."

Shen Mochen leaned against her shoulder, his burning forehead brushing against her fair and smooth cheek. His red and moist eyes were slightly lowered, and his voice became low and pitiful again, as if the person who had just spoken in a hoarse voice was not him. "I wasn't pretending... to be your wife."

"It really hurts...it feels like I'm about to explode..."

He blinked as he spoke.

The once roguish and wicked man now resembles a docile puppy, wagging his ears and begging for his master's affection.

How pitiful...

The crucial point is that he wasn't dressed yet, and his clearly defined muscles inadvertently brushed against her.

Yu Nanqing blushed completely and finally gave in, taking his hand and leading him back to the room.

"I remember there are fever-reducing patches in the first-aid kit. You lie quietly in bed while I go look for them." After watching him finish drinking the honey water, she pulled the blanket up and waited for him to lie down before turning around to rummage through the first-aid kit.

I tore open the packaging bag and stuck it on him. Before I could even throw away the trash, my hand was covered again.

Yu Nanqing lowered her eyes to look at the man whose eyes were glistening with seductive allure, and gently bit her lip. "What's wrong?"

"My baby is so pretty, like the fairy godmother."

Before Yu Nanqing could even feel happy for two seconds because of the praise, Shen Mochen started spouting nonsense again.

"Her hands were soft and smooth, her lips were red and soft, her waist was as slender as a fairy's, and her buttocks were so pert... um..."

"Shut up and be quiet for a while." Yu Nanyan's face flushed red, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Then be a good girl and give me two kisses." Shen Mochen grabbed her hand that was covering his lips and took a few breaths.

He could have easily bitten her finger and made out with her, but he chose to politely ask her if that was alright.

Look how gentlemanly he is.

His good wife should be completely infatuated with him.