Sheng Wei didn't know how to answer Jiang Muhan at all. She never thought about this question carefully. It seemed that she acquiesced that this man was her husband and they would do the closest thing between husband and wife, but if you say that they have feelings, she might answer without thinking, that's not.
However, at this moment, Sheng Wei hesitated to really face Jiang Muhan's problem.
You can no longer say no without hesitation.
After all, how can she not have it? How can a person who has been together for three years not have feelings, but she can't tell whether this relationship is family affection or... love now.
"Jiang Muhan, I'm tired. Don't talk to me." Sheng Wei didn't want to answer the man's question. She covered her head with a quilt and was ready to pretend to be garlic.
Jiang Muhan didn't want to push her too tightly. Anyway, his intention had been conveyed to her. He believed that she would figure it out.
"Okay, I won't bother you. You just had a fever. Have a good rest, but I've already told you what I think. When you're fine, we'll discuss this issue."
Why do you still need to discuss it?
She doesn't want to.
Sheng Wei was depressed, and there was also an indescribable heartbeat accelerating.
Jiang Muhan used to like her so early, but for three years, he has concealed it very well. Sheng Wei's little face under the quilt has been smiling, and even she doesn't know how proud she is.
There was a fever. It was not until Chinese New Year's Eve that Sheng Wei felt almost better. Maybe she hadn't caught a cold for a long time. A fever now made it more serious.
Last year's Spring Festival, the two spent the Spring Festival in the Jiang family. According to the rules, they will go to the Sheng family this year.
Early in the morning, Sheng Wei lay comfortably under the quilt at home and didn't want to get up. Jiang Muhan came up and called her after breakfast, "Get up quickly. I'm going to my parents' place after breakfast."
"What time is it? I don't want to move." She arched in the quilt and asked Jiang Muhan with her eyes closed.
Jiang Muhan went over and squeezed her face: "It's past eight o'clock. It's not too early. Get up quickly. It's too late. Be careful not to say that we don't care about them."
"That's also about you." Sheng Wei slowly woke up, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes opened with cunning eyes. "When you go late, just say that you son-in-law are arrogant."
"Oh..." Jiang Muhan smiled disdainfully and didn't pay attention to the girl's tricks at all. "It doesn't matter. As a husband, I tired my wife. I should wait quietly for my wife to get up."
Hearing this, Sheng Wei opened her eyes wide, shy and angry: "Don't slander me! We haven't done it for a long time!"
She has caught a cold repeatedly recently, and Jiang Muhan has never touched her.
Jiang Muhan raised his eyebrows, "Do you know I haven't done it for a long time? So are you testing the endurance of a man with physical and mental health now?"
Sheng Wei: "..."
After staring at each other for three seconds, Sheng Wei got up.
When she ran to the bathroom in a hurry, she also heard the man laughing hoarsely behind her.
Damn it!
Bully her again!
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Doting Marriage Addiction
Romans[STORY NOT MINE. FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSES ONLY.] Author: Little Dried Fish Year: 2020 Jiang Muhan, the three-gold film emperor, is a legend in the entertainment industry. He's handsome, but extremely cold and abstinent. After ten years of debut...