Passionate romance simple and straightforward (seeking first subscription)

  The merchant thought he was going crazy!

  Nian Mu Yao had been in the bathroom for a while, with the sound of running water inside, and she leaned against the wall, quietly waiting without any intention of leaving.

  Fu Shang, we don't match.

  His voice still echoes in her ears.

  But this reason for refusal is a bit lame, just one sentence is not suitable, want to get rid of her?

  Don't even think about it!

  She has made long-term preparations for the struggle, even if she is shameless and sticks to it. Once rejected, then a second time, anyway, in love, who are all chronic illnesses and hundred refinements.

  After passing through hardships, everyone will be happy.

  Temperatures in Zhongcheng were lower than usual in April.

  Cold water sprays from the shower head in the bathroom, chilling to the bone.

  Nian Mu Yao stood still, allowing the cool water to fall on her body, standing as steady as a pine tree, neither leaning nor yielding.

  Only then did the evil fire in his body finally die down a bit.

  Fu Shang's three words are a complete disaster, out of control.

  For him, any uncontrolled person or emotion must be strangled in advance, preventing trouble before it happens.

  She won't be an exception either!

  After a while, sanity returned, driving away the last bit of imagination about Fu Shangshang in her mind, she turned off the water and stepped out.

  In the bathroom, the sound of water suddenly stopped.

  Hearing the noise, Shang Shang subconsciously wrapped himself in a quilt and got up.

  The bathroom door on that side is open.

  Nian Mu Yao simply wrapped a white bath towel around his waist, with one hand pinching a towel to wipe his hair as he walked out.

  The bath towel was draped upwards, revealing his perfect abdominal muscles and the contours of his body. Water droplets fell from his hair onto his shoulders, trickling down along his honey-colored skin until they disappeared into the waistband of the towel, leaving much to the imagination.

  There is a smell of blood boiling in the air, ready to erupt at any moment.

  Businessmen often think that in life, taking a casual snapshot of Yang Mi from any angle and putting it on the cover of a magazine is enough to make all the young girls who love beauty faint.

  Apparently, he did not expect her to still be there in front of him.

  The big G is on top, and a piece of chaos still remains.

  But he seemed to have never been ambiguous, his line of sight only stayed on her for a moment, and then took a step back, walking straight towards the wardrobe.

  In that glance, Shang saw clearly that his eyes were calm and unruffled.

  Everyone suspects that he has dissociative identity disorder, otherwise the recent madness was still there, even if it didn't go all the way, but such a crazy prelude was enough, and the marks on her body hadn't disappeared yet, how could he be so calm and unaffected?

  Can you just wipe everything away with a single sentence "not suitable"?

  Don't even think about it!

  The wardrobe was wide open, and inside were rows of dark-colored suits.

  Nian Mu Yao casually pulled out a set, just put on his shirt, when suddenly someone asked from the side, "Young uncle, isn't it uncomfortable to take a cold shower in this weather?"

  From Shang's perspective, he clearly saw his back suddenly tense up.

  Seeing this, the smile at the corner of his lips grew thicker, "You say we're not suitable, but I think it's just the opposite."

  On the other side, Yan Mu Yao had his back against her, buttoning up his buttons, his thin lips pursed tightly, showing no intention of striking up a conversation.

  "You see, at least we're on the same page when it comes to G."

  Businessman didn't mind his silence, and just talked to himself, "But you're always holding back, it's not a big deal. Who knows, maybe in the future we'll really become a couple, and if you get hurt, I'll be the one who suffers. If you're willing, we can start as friends and see where things go, after all, familiarity breeds affection."

  Nian Mu Yao's action of buttoning up her coat paused, she didn't even turn around and coldly spat out three words, "Get out."

  “……”

  She was quiet for three seconds, then continued, "There's a song I don't know if you've heard it, there's a line that says 'what can't be obtained is always in the distance, those who are favored have nothing to fear'. I think this sentence is quite right. Either you surrender first and hand over your weapons, maybe after I get you, three or two days later, I won't be able to stand your bad temper and will ruthlessly abandon you. At that time, we'll just forget about each other, isn't that a win-win situation?"

  She chattered on and on like Tang Sanzang reciting scriptures.

  "You medical practitioners all boast about saving lives and healing wounds, don't you? You say I have such a small wish, and every day I'm so anxious and worried that it's hurting my body and soul. Can't you just grant me this one thing?"

  “……”

  "Alright little uncle, actually at this time, especially when a girl confesses and gets rejected, it's normal to have a mix of tears and snot. But I also know that if we take it to that level, it'll definitely lead to a breakup. For someone like me who can't bear to let go, it's better to be kinder to myself. Occasionally being clingy and getting a kiss is still pretty good, but little uncle, next time you make a move..."

  "Bang——"

  The door slammed shut violently.

  Shang Shang rubbed his sore ear, and before he could finish what he was saying, Nian Mu Yao finally lost her temper and almost threw him out along with the bedding.

  She stood at the door for a while, sighed and confirmed that the people inside didn't move, then wrapped her quilt tightly and hopped to her own room next door.

  Inside the room, Yan Mu Yao stood quietly, wearing half of her clothes and didn't make another move for a while.

  The sound of her chattering away seemed still to be in his ears.

  Very annoying, but he's not hateful.

  Habits are truly a terrible thing, easy to form but hard to change, and changing them is like falling into an abyss.

  Fu Shang's business is his bottomless pit.