Mu Shu-shu doesn't remember how she ran back to the bedroom. All she remembers is that her mind was blank and she was stunned.
Immediately after that, the blood in her body rushed to her head, and her face felt extremely hot.
Mu Shu-shu ran back to the secondary bedroom in a flash and slammed the door shut.
Fu Si-han looked at the door of the secondary bedroom, his eyes clouded and unclear.
He deliberately said that sentence to her, just to make her voluntarily hide.
To prevent... under the influence of alcohol, he might do something irrational.
Fu Si-han has always been confident in his self-control, but that was in front of other women.
In front of this little blind person, his self-control seemed to have vanished.
Even Fu Si-han himself found it incredible.
Mu Shu-shu hid in the secondary bedroom, covering her burning cheeks, and her heart was pounding.
She leaned against the door and heard the uncle enter the bathroom. Later, the water sound stopped, and footsteps came out of the bathroom and returned to the main bedroom.
It wasn't until the sound of the main bedroom door closing that Mu Shu-shu finally relaxed and took off her shoes and went to bed.
She pulled the quilt over her head, surrounded by silence, only her frantic heartbeat and rapid breathing remained.
The uncle really is an ugly man?
But how could she feel... that he was so good at seducing?
Mu Shu-shu has never been rejected by a man before, but she has never experienced the feeling of being in love. She always felt that something was missing.
She clearly didn't know the uncle's appearance, but she couldn't help having her heart race for him.
Could it be because the uncle is so charming?
Perhaps, although the uncle is ugly, he is very good at seducing girls?
Thinking of this, Mu Shu-shu's stomach churned with a sour taste.
Bad uncle, so good at seducing, must have seduced many girls! Hmph!
The next day, during breakfast, Mu Shu-shu deliberately avoided Fu Si-han's gaze.
"Want to hide under the table to eat?" Fu Si-han narrowed his eyes and stared at her suspiciously. Mu Shu-shu jolted awake and sat up straight, "No."
She still didn't dare to look up and stared stiffly at the table.
"Is this bowl of porridge so beautiful?" Fu Si-han frowned slightly and tapped the table with his long finger, "Make sure you don't even lift your head."
Mu Shu-shu was still upset about what she thought before going to bed and was secretly arguing with him.
But on second thought, she realized that she didn't need to do this at all.
After all, the uncle is much older than her. Even if he has rich emotional experiences, it's normal.
She was alone here, feeling miserable and confused, and the uncle didn't have mind-reading skills. He didn't know her true thoughts in her heart. Wasn't she just making things worse for herself?
But these reasons could convince her mind, but she couldn't control her heart.
Mu Shu-shu still felt a sour taste in her heart, and everything was awkward.
"I'm going to class."
Mu Shu-shu didn't eat much and got up to prepare to go to class.
Fu Si-han held her slender wrist tightly, his voice cold, "What's the matter?"
Mu Shu-shu lowered her head, "Not much."
"Why are you like this when there's nothing?"
Mu Shu-shu deliberately made a cold face, "I'm going to class. Please let me go, Uncle."
Her obvious anger was something that Fu Si-han, if he wasn't a fool, would surely notice.
He didn't understand why this young lady had such a big temper and dared to give him a cold look in the morning.
Fu Si-han had never been treated so coldly before. He couldn't help laughing. "Almost turning into a little pufferfish. Thinking I'm blind like you and can't see it?"
Mu Shu-shu's heart tightened, suddenly feeling many unspeakable grievances.
Her voice trembled, with a thick nasal tone, "I'm blind. So, find someone with a good temper and no blindness, and make her your wife."
Fu Si-han was stunned, and then his face became cold, as if a layer of frost had fallen.
The man's thin lips tightened, his eyes fierce and terrifying, "Mu Shu-shu, do you know what you're saying?"
He held onto her wrist tightly, the force so great that it seemed he was about to crush her wrist.
Mo Shaping was already feeling aggrieved and distressed, and he was squeezing her wrist so hard.
The pain in her wrist made her emotions like a dam breaking, pouring out all at once.
She bit her lower lip, and tears rolled down her cheeks in little drops. "Uncle, do you dislike me as your wife, right?"
Otherwise, why are you so harsh with her? It's as if you want to devour her.
Mo Shaping had no experience in love and was completely a novice in the emotional realm. So she hadn't realized that she had already, unconsciously, quietly fallen in love.
When facing someone you like, people always involuntarily fall into self-doubt.
"When did I dislike you?" Fu Shihan frowned deeply.
"I know. My eyesight is poor, and my family's circumstances aren't good. I can't compare to your ex-girlfriends." Mo Shaping sobbed, choking out.
Ex-girlfriend? And "them"?
He had always been self-disciplined and had been a monk for nearly thirty years. When did he have an ex-girlfriend? The little blind man throwing dirt in his face couldn't do this either.
Fu Shihan sneered angrily, each word heavy with force. "When did you see me having an ex-girlfriend? Mo Shaping, explain this to me clearly."
"Are you not having one?"
"No, never. You are the first one."
Mo Shaping wiped away her tears, her eyes red and swollen, and pursed her lips. "I don't believe it."
The uncle must be deceiving her.
He was so old. How could he not have been in a relationship?
If he really had never been in a relationship, how could he be so good at flirting?
"Why don't you believe it?"
"Because, because you are already twenty-nine years old."
If she wasn't a fool, she wouldn't believe that a twenty-nine-year-old man had never had a relationship before.
Even... he might have had sexual experiences before.
Although it's normal for a husband to have an ex-girlfriend, Mo Shaping still felt uncomfortable. The more she thought about it, the more she felt miserable.
"Oh? Dislike me because I'm old?" Fu Shihan was speechless.
At this moment, he also realized that the girl was jealous.
Mo Shaping's nose turned red from crying, pitifully. "I didn't."
"Uncle, don't change the subject."
Fu Shihan took a deep breath, his voice low and cold. "Don't forget, your husband is an ugly man. Where can you find a partner? Only you, this little blind one, don't dislike your ugly husband."
"I've never dated any woman before and won't in the future." "Mo Shaping, don't ever say this again. Remember, I'll find someone else if you don't cooperate."
The last sentence had an especially heavy tone. Clearly, this sentence hurt Fu Shihan's self-esteem.
Fu Shihan wasn't interested in Mo Shaping. However, since they had already gotten married, they had to try to get along and not avoid problems. They needed to actively solve them instead of evading them.
He was older and had more experience, while the girl was sensitive and prone to overthinking.
When facing things, he should be more understanding of his wife and not be embarrassed.
Mo Shaping heard these words, all the bitterness in her heart vanished. Instead, she felt a deep joy and sweetness, as if she were completely immersed in a honey pot.
She forced a gentle smile and apologized, "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I won't say such things again in the future."