Since this man regained his sight, he would inexplicably stare at her. His deep, boundless black pupils seemed capable of pulling her in, mysterious and carrying an unknown allure.
He wiped the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth but didn't toss it away directly. Instead, he curved his hand and brought it to his own lips, swallowing it. His profound eyes brimmed with a faint smile, and his cool, aloof face carried a hint of wickedness.
In An Ruo's eyes at that moment, the man resembled a lazy yet unrestrained black panther...
Realizing he was flirting with her, she quickly turned her head away, striving to calm her racing heart.
This man was truly a demon. When still and unsmiling, he was ascetic and cold; when he flashed a lazy, casual grin, it tugged at her heartstrings.
An Ruo lowered her head to sip her soup, daring not to look at his wicked expression again. Suddenly, a piece of spare rib appeared in her bowl. She froze, not lifting her head.
"Eat more."
Was it her imagination, or did his voice sound this alluring too?
An Ruo's fingers gripped the soup spoon. She hastily finished the soup in her bowl, wiped her mouth, and said, "I'm full."
"Wait."
The man's voice was light and magnetic, a meaningful smile always curling at the corners of his lips. "Eat that piece of meat."
The girl hesitated for a moment, then obediently sat back down and ate the spare rib. The scorching gaze from above made her speed up her chewing.
"Done."
Shen Xiaoxing's dark eyes locked onto her intently. He pulled out a tissue and handed it to the girl. "Wipe your mouth."
She had a rather mature look, but when eating and sleeping, she was especially childlike. Not only did she like to cling to people, but she also always got rice on her face, like a little kitten.
An Ruo was slightly stunned. She took the tissue and wiped the grease from the corners of her mouth, feeling quite embarrassed inside. Her eating manners weren't ladylike, and her sleeping posture was terrible too...
Watching the girl's hurried retreating figure, the man's smile deepened. After a few seconds, he gradually returned to his usual cold demeanor.
Next, he needed to figure out how to slowly deal with Shen Yu and his son.
...
That evening, after An Ruo helped the man bathe, she opened the wardrobe and picked out a cotton pajama set. Just as she was about to change, she suddenly snapped to her senses.
Turning her head, she found the man leaning against the headboard watching her. An Ruo let out a startled cry, quickly put on the clothes, and rushed into the bathroom in a fluster.
Behind her came the man's low laugh. The girl leaned against the frosted glass door, biting her lip slightly. How embarrassing—how could she have forgotten that this man's eyes had recovered!
She had almost made a huge fool of herself.
Shen Xiaoxing let out a long, heavy sigh. The worst part about his eyes recovering was that he could no longer appreciate her shy figure...
Every night, he looked forward to that little bit of benefit, but now the girl had gotten clever.
After spending half an hour in the bathroom, An Ruo walked out awkwardly wrapped in her pajamas. The man hadn't slept yet; he was leaning against the headboard reading a book.
The girl cautiously climbed onto the bed and secretly glanced at the book in his hand. *Responsibility Over Ability*—a classic piece of chicken soup for the soul!
Probably noticing her gaze, the man's dark eyes shifted over. Caught off guard, their eyes met, and An Ruo hastily turned her face away.
"I'll sleep first. Good night."
Her heart was pounding fiercely. She burrowed under the covers, trying to calm herself down, but as soon as she closed her eyes, all she saw was the man's ascetic face, especially when his brows curved with a smile and the corners of his lips carried that faint, wicked hint...
He was the cold, noble type—his stern features and often-pressed thin lips gave off an unworldly, ascetic vibe, but when he smiled mischievously, he became strikingly charming.
Not long after she lay down, the bedroom lights went out, plunging the surroundings into dimness, leaving only a wall lamp emitting a faint, warm glow.
The mattress sank heavily under the pressure of the man's strong physique. Then, her waist tightened as an embrace full of pure masculine energy pressed against her.
An Ruo held her breath, her mind a chaotic replay of the man's expression as he leaned close. She had never experienced flirtation from the opposite sex, especially not from such an... attractive man.
The man's long arm pulled her closer, their bodies pressing tighter. The palm against her through the pajamas instantly made her skin burn, and her heart raced with heat...
Shen Xiaoxing pressed his large hand on her lower abdomen, his head slightly lowered, his high-bridged nose nestled in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the enticing scent of her body...
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, involuntarily recalling their wonderful first night.
The raw, inexperienced innocence had tormented him to exhaustion!
An Ruo's heart thumped like a drum. Her small hands clenched tightly together, she was extremely nervous. If she moved even slightly at this moment, the man might do something unpredictable.
Before, when he was blind and couldn't see, she could run away. Now, aside from his legs being inconvenient, that part of him was normal, and he had... the needs of a normal man.
Thinking of this, An Ruo grew even more tense.
Suddenly, the image of a strange man's heavy breath burning against her ear flashed through her mind, his large hand gripping her shoulder, leaving a trail of ambiguous marks.
A hot breath sprayed onto the hollow of her neck. An Ruo's heart pounded like a drum, fiercely. Gradually, she felt the man's breathing grow heavier. His cool, thin lips brushed lightly against her exposed skin, and she instantly clenched her fingers tightly.
A hot palm reached over. An Ruo fidgeted uneasily, her voice a bit rushed: "Don't... I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."
"I take back what I said before. Now you and I are legally married. You have the obligation to help me relieve my physical needs, don't you?"
An Ruo furrowed her delicate brows slightly. She wasn't ready to accept him yet. Besides, that day was still vivid in her mind—she had been forcibly taken by a stranger for her first night, and it bothered her somewhat.