Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

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Who can resist looking at the male beauty in front of them?

Jiang Yuan saw such an exciting scene for the first time in her life. She was completely confused by the fragrance and replied from the heart: "No."

After meeting those cold black eyes, she came to her senses in an instant, covered her mouth with both hands, and said in a muffled voice: "No, no."

The situation was urgent, and she couldn't find a suitable reason to defend herself. Her cheeks were slowly stained with bright red, like the scorching peach blossoms blooming in spring.

She hurriedly turned away, turned around and left the bathroom, and closed the door with her backhand.

The crisp "pop" broke the strange silence.

Little did he know that when he heard the word "no", the man in the bathroom stiffened for a moment, and his ears under his black hair felt strangely hot.

Without that scorching gaze, Lu Shengrang, who was always strategizing outside, actually breathed a sigh of relief. He put on his clothes much faster.

Two minutes later, the door of the bathroom opened from the inside.

After Lu Shengrang came out, he looked around and didn't see the thin figure. He frowned and walked towards the table and chairs near the balcony. After sitting down, he casually picked up a book with a bamboo bookmark beside him.

The window was half-closed, and the night view outside the western-style building could be clearly seen. There were a few blooming gardenias on the table, and the faint fragrance lingered in the room.

In the garden, the bright and clear moonlight sprinkled on the path, and occasionally one or two insects chirped in the dark, adding a touch of fun to the quiet summer night.

Jiang Yuan, who had gone to the cheap lady's room early because of embarrassment, was in a mess.

Lu Miao was planning to take a rest before taking a shower, and asked in confusion: "Why did you come to my place?"

Jiang Yuan said absentmindedly: "I just came to sit down."

Lu Miao didn't believe this nonsense, and thought with her chin in her hand: "My dad is in the master bedroom? You got scolded? No way, not to mention that my dad doesn't like to scold people, what can happen in just a few minutes?"

Rather than saying that her dad was scolded because Jiang Yuan came home late, it would be better to say that he was angry with Jiang Yuan because he didn't finish his work.

It's just that both are unlikely, but the latter is more likely than the former.

There is no cursing in the Lu family, but there is no entertainment at night these days, and Lu Miao rarely comes home late.

Jiang Yuan's face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness: "No, I was not scolded."

Not wanting to be questioned by Lu Miao, she simply got up and left: "I'm going back to the room, you should wash up and go to bed early."

But she hesitated at the door of the master bedroom, and the scene she saw not long ago kept appearing in her mind. The heat on her face rose quietly again.

Jiang Yuan only felt the powerful beating of her heart in her chest, one after another, as if announcing something. She didn't have time to think about it, rubbed her face to soften her expression, and then pushed the door in one go.

Glancing at the man sitting by the window, Jiang Yuan pretended to be calm and took her pajamas to take a shower.

After a comfortable shower, she simply applied some lotion and went to bed. The half of the bed she slept on faced the window, so it was inevitable that Lu Shengrang's figure would intrude in the afterglow.