Love after Marriage

SHACKLES

Wen Qian was quite timid. Before she could come up with a concrete solution, it was obviously the best strategy to slip away. She quit WeChat, turned off the screen of her mobile phone, took the bag on the table, stuffed her mobile phone into the bag, not even bothering to zip it up, and turned sideways holding the strap.

　　She quietly moved her feet to one side, getting ready for the best escape. When Shang Mo lowered his eyes to look at something, she stood up and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I'm leaving now. You go do your thing and don't worry about me."

　　After she finished speaking, she strode forward, not even daring to look back out of the corner of her eyes, praying in her heart, don't come over, don't come over.

　　Seeing that the slender fingers were about to touch the door handle, the corners of her lips curled up slightly. Just one more step, and she could leave safely.

As for what happened later, as long as they didn't meet, she didn't care what he did. Anyway, the baby was in her belly, and he couldn't really take her to the hospital by force like he did in the dream.

　　He doesn't look like such an extreme person.

　　Wen Qian prepared herself mentally as she grasped the door handle, and the door to the private room opened. She stepped out with her right foot, and just as she raised her left foot and was about to step out, she felt a cool breeze blowing past from behind.

　　What followed was the man's deep voice, "Why are you in such a hurry? Where do you want to go?"

　　Wen Qian paused, her back straightened instantly, her slender fingers holding the door handle trembled slightly, and her heart trembled with it.

　　This is probably what people often call the Shura field.

　　For a moment, Wen Qian didn't know how to respond. Was it okay to refuse to admit it?

　　It doesn't seem to be working... yet.

　　Buzz——

　　Her mind went blank, as if she had lost her voice and didn't know how to respond.

　　"Wen Qian." Shang Mo called softly, "I have something to ask you."

　　Wen Qian wailed in her heart, please don't ask me, I don't want to say anything.

　　Pretending to be calm, she turned her back to him and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

　　"Turn around." Shang Mo said, "I don't have the habit of talking to people from behind."

　　"I like it this way." Wen Qian's face was full of panic. She was afraid that if she turned around, Shang Mo would be able to see through her at a glance. "By the way, if you are not in a hurry, we can talk about it another day."

　　As she spoke, she pulled the door handle hard, trying to open the door of the private room wider.

　　But the man was pressing with his fingers and couldn't pull it out.

　　After a stalemate, Wen Qian had no choice but to withdraw her right foot in dismay, put away her panic, slowly turned around, frowned, and asked him, "What on earth do you want to say?"

　　Shang Mo took a step forward and pushed hard, and the door of the private room closed.

　　He lowered his eyes and stared at her, his thick eyelashes half-curved, casting a hazy shadow. His chin was slightly raised, and the cold profile lines became more three-dimensional and clear under the blazing white light.