She felt that mentally, she really wanted to slap him across the face, but physically, she couldn’t move at all.
It was as if he had cast some kind of dark spell on her.
Chi Mi didn’t understand why this was happening—it made her seem a bit pathetic.
Frustrated, she started blurting out nonsense again. “If your hands keep wandering, I’m going to scream!”
Feng Yixun seemed to find her reaction amusing. “Oh? What are you going to scream?”
Chi Mi pouted and shot back, “I’m going to call Linlin…”
He pulled her even closer. “Then go ahead and call.”
Her body was trembling slightly. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and tears were already streaming down her face uncontrollably.
The moment she started crying, he stopped his wandering hands and slowly released her.
Feng Yixun grabbed a tissue from the table and handed it to her, showing a rare moment of gentleness.
“Why are you crying? You get teary-eyed this easily now?”
Chi Mi wiped her tears, her voice hoarse. “I—I told you, I can’t stand being wronged…”
Why wasn’t he playing by the rules?
This made her want to curse him out, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
Chi Mi buried her face against his chest, sniffling, and couldn’t help but ramble on half-truthfully, half-nonsensically: “You beast, in a moment you’re definitely going to say something awful to humiliate me, but I—I really don’t want to be this close to you. I don’t want to, but I can’t control my body at all! I hate how pathetic I am. And Linlin is on your side too—I’m her mother, so why do you all think I’m the bad guy…”
She swore her body really wasn’t obeying her.
This was absolutely not some game of playing hard to get!
She wasn’t that boring.
The moment she thought about the harsh words that might come out of his mouth, her tear ducts went into overdrive.
Feng Yixun looked at her, his gaze burning.
His current restraint was like a mask—the moment it came off, he would decisively slide to the other extreme.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he softly uttered a few words. “Stop crying.”
It sounded like comfort, but Chi Mi felt a strong sense of danger.
The fire in this man’s eyes seemed to make her feel strange and dazed too.
A seventeen-year-old Chi Mi, in a twenty-seven-year-old body.
She could only blame everything on this body.
Chi Mi reached out and pushed against his chest. “I—I want to get down…”
Feng Yixun said flatly, “I never said you couldn’t leave.”
Chi Mi: “…”
Blushing, she quickly slid off him.
She hurried toward the door as if fleeing, her heart still racing and her legs feeling weak.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered the matter of the wedding ring.
So she turned back to look at him nervously.
After a moment of hesitation and inner struggle, she finally asked, “Um… why don’t I have a wedding ring…”
Feng Yixun leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly to look at her. “You gave it back to me.”
Chi Mi looked pitiful, clutching the doorframe. “Oh… so not having a wedding ring isn’t a big deal, right…”
With a hint of reproach, he said, “You were the one who didn’t want the ring. Are you trying to take it back now?”
She was getting a bit bold, emboldened by his response, and asked, “Can I take it back?”
Then she was met with a firm refusal.
“No.”
Chi Mi still couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Their relationship was truly strange.
Was it purely a physical relationship?
He didn’t like her, and she didn’t like him?
And they could still get married like this?
She thought for a moment, then couldn’t help asking another question: “Did I… really do a lot of things that you hated?”
Feng Yixun sat upright and proper, showing no intention of answering her.
Chi Mi lost her patience as well. “Fine, don’t tell me then!”
She ignored him and went off to play with their daughter.
A man who wouldn’t open his mouth—that’s exactly what he was!
As for what he really thought of her, he never gave her a straight answer.