C117 – You’re My Woman Now
Upon hearing this, Shang Xiaojie immediately furrowed his brow.
He shoved Mu Sifa away, his anger palpable as he exclaimed, “Of course I will!”
His demeanor didn’t convey humor.
Since Shang Xiaojie was reluctant, Mu Sifa couldn’t compel him.
“Fine, we can continue later tonight, right?” It appeared to be a sly move by Shang Xiaojie.
Shang Xiaojie’s face reddened once more upon hearing this, but he didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic. “I do need to take breaks sometimes!”
Shang Xiaojie avoided making eye contact with Mu Sifa, fearing his reaction after rejecting him.
If it had been the old Mu Sifa, Shang Xiaojie’s rejection would have surely provoked anger. However, at that moment, there was no anger, and Mu Sifa released Shang Xiaojie, saying, “Alright, I understand. You can have a break tonight. I won’t do anything to you.” He gave Shang Xiaojie a kiss.
“Okay,” Shang Xiaojie immediately broke into an adorable smile.
Mu Sifa’s gaze heated up again, and Shang Xiaojie was instantly intrigued.
“Darling,” his voice suddenly grew husky.
“Not now, I’m watching a movie.”
Shang Xiaojie wasn’t naive and quickly grasped Mu Sifa’s intentions. He covered the man’s mouth to prevent any rash actions.
No, Mu Sifa didn’t make any moves, but Shang Xiaojie felt like something brushed against him.
His eyes widened in bewilderment, his gaze distant. It took a few seconds for him to realize what had happened, and his face flushed crimson.
“I, I’m returning to my seat,” he immediately began to wriggle, sensing imminent danger.
Mu Sifa didn’t permit him to leave and pressed him back down, saying, “I don’t know what to do right now, so I’ll just sit here and continue watching the movie.”
Despite his words, the warmth next to Shang Xiaojie’s ear was incredibly tantalizing.
Shang Xiaojie dared not move and complained, “Why are you suddenly acting like this?”
“You’re still going to ask me that? Who’s always so charming, huh? And you’re not sitting properly either!”
With that, he made no further moves, simply embracing Shang Xiaojie’s waist.
“It’s not like I want to be this way. It’s not like you’re always being mischievous!”
He then worriedly inquired of Mu Sifa, “Do you need to use the restroom?”
Turning to face Mu Sifa, he gazed at him with concern. He wasn’t scared of him, but genuine worry showed in his eyes.
He understood Mu Sifa’s predicament and his need to use the restroom.
Mu Sifa sniffed his hair and remarked, “It’ll settle down soon. Just try not to move too much.” A sly smile played on the corners of his mouth.
Given Mu Sifa’s assurance, Shang Xiaojie refrained from any sudden movements.
“Then tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he finally responded, a hint of shyness in his voice.
“Tell me what?” He arched an eyebrow, asking, “Why?” Surrender to me? His grin was mischievous.
“No, I asked if you needed to use the restroom. Why are you always so naughty?”
“If a man isn’t a bit naughty, then women won’t love him!” Even though you’re not a woman, you’re still mine, Mu Sifa’s, aren’t you!”
Not content with secretly kissing Shang Xiaojie, he snuggled into his embrace and bridged the gap between them, clinging to him like a persistent remedy.
Shang Xiaojie suddenly felt elated because Mu Sifa had referred to him as his possession. It might not have sounded romantic, but it made him genuinely happy.
I’m Mu Sifa’s people now, right?