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Chapter 213 Like or Dislike

Shen Fuhan looked at his wife in front of him.

A month later, she seemed to have lost some weight, her chin was more pointed, which made her almond-shaped eyes look particularly large, clear and bright.

She hadn't yet recovered from her startled expression; she looked bewildered and adorable.

Looking at Zhao Zhao again, the changes are even greater.

Children change every day; in just one month, he almost didn't recognize him.

However, Zhao Zhao is looking more and more like her, as if they were cut from the same mold.

As Shen Fuhan was comparing the similarities between the mother and daughter, Wen Jiayue took a step back without him noticing.

The burning heat around her waist still seemed to linger, and Wen Jiayue said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm fine."

Shen Fuhan withdrew his hand and nodded, saying, "That's good."

Wen Jiayue then said, "It's getting late, Lord Marquis. Please change your clothes and go to Ninghui Hall for a meal. Grandmother, Third Sister, and Fourth Brother are all waiting."

Shen Fuhan's lips curled up slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Then why are you waiting here?"

Wen Jiayue wanted to glare at him. She wasn't stupid. Did she want to go to Ninghui Hall to suffer indignities beforehand?

She avoided answering, saying, "My lord, please change your clothes first."

As she was about to leave the room, Shen Fuhan stopped her.

"Help me."

Wen Jiayue sensed danger and was about to make an excuse that it was inconvenient to hold Zhaozhao when Shen Fuhan summoned the wet nurse.

After Zhaozhao was carried away, he closed the door and then took her wrist, leading her into the inner room.

Before Wen Jiayue could react, she was already standing next to the wardrobe.

Shen Fuhan stood behind her, his arms around her, opened the wardrobe, and whispered, "Can you help me choose?"

He seemed to have been drinking in the palace; a faint smell of alcohol wafted behind his ears, making them feel hot.

Wen Jiayue turned her head away to avoid the question, and casually pointed to something: "This one."

Shen Fuhan glanced at it casually, then paused slightly, "Black?"

He rarely wears dark colors, not because he dislikes them, but because he is naturally aloof, and dark colors make him feel even more oppressive.

However, since she had chosen this one, Shen Fuhan took it out.

He took her hand and gently placed it on his waist.

"Untie it for me."

Wen Jiayue felt inexplicably nervous, and her hands began to tremble. She couldn't untie the jade belt for a long time.

Shen Fuhan sighed softly, "It's not like I'm asking you to have sex, why are you so nervous?"

Hearing the words "sexual intercourse," Wen Jiayue felt even more helpless.

She stubbornly insisted, "No, I'm just a little rusty."

She hadn't helped him undress in a long time, so it was understandable that she couldn't remember for a moment.

Shen Fuhan casually fiddled with her hand a couple of times, and the jade belt opened with a snap.

Wen Jiayue felt a little embarrassed, quickly helped him take off his outer garment, and then turned around.

"My lord, please do it yourself."

She felt completely bewildered; he had dragged her into this situation, and somehow she had started undressing him without even realizing it.

She could have just left.

After saying that, she quickly walked out, but was pulled back by a strong force and fell into a firm and warm embrace.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Wen Jiayue was forced to tilt her head back and endure his urgent and fierce kiss.

In my memory, Shen Fuhan had never lost his composure like this before; he was always composed and unhurried.

At this moment, however, she seemed unusually anxious, as if only a kiss could soothe him and calm him down temporarily.

Her lips and teeth were conquered, her breath was stolen, her slender waist was tightly held by large hands, and every part of her was lost.

Wen Jiayue made two "mmm" sounds, intending to protest, but the sounds she made were like soft moans, both sweet and gentle.

She then heard Shen Fuhan's laughter, and the whirlwind kiss instantly turned into a gentle breeze.

"So, have you missed me this past month?"

He continued kissing her lips, his voice somewhat muffled.

That short sentence brought Wen Jiayue back to the night before he left the capital, and he immediately felt a surge of heat.

She gave a perfunctory reply.

He then asked, "Have you read all the letters I wrote to you?"

"I've seen it."

What did the second letter say?

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

Why are you even asking questions!

She immediately tensed up, vaguely remembering that it was about the moon, and said, "You said the moonlight is beautiful."

He then asked, "And a complete sentence?"

Wen Jiayue had no idea and said irritably, "Are you ever going to stop?!"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then suddenly released his grip.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore."

There's plenty of time to calculate it slowly tonight.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief. If she had known that getting angry would be effective, she would have lost her temper sooner.

There was a rustling sound behind her, but Wen Jiayue didn't even look at it. She sat in front of the dressing table and tidied her hair, which he had messed up.

"Let's go."

Wen Jiayue stood up in response and unexpectedly looked at a dark-colored round-necked brocade robe.

She had never seen Shen Fuhan wear such a color before, and her gaze involuntarily swept up and down his face, but she lowered her eyes when she saw his face.

His aura was so overwhelming, so oppressive, that even though they shared a bed every day, she still felt fear.

However, when she looked down, she noticed that the robe was embroidered with a subtle pattern of bamboo, and the cuffs were trimmed with gold thread, understated yet luxurious.

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "You like this one?"

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and said, "Let's change into something else."

He said calmly, "You help me change it."

Wen Jiayue immediately walked outside: "Then wear this one."

It might even intimidate the old lady.

Shen Fuhan caught up with her and asked, "Should we bring Zhaozhao along?"

Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment: "If I don't want to bring him, will the Marquis agree?"

"I am asking for your opinion because I want to make your answer the standard."

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but think to herself, "Now you're acting all high and mighty, but why didn't you do it behind closed doors earlier?"

However, since he had said that, Wen Jiayue told the wet nurse to take good care of Zhaozhao, and she and Shen Fuhan went to Ninghui Hall together.

Perhaps it was the imposing presence of the robes that made them so intimidating, but when they encountered maids and servants on the road, they would bow to them from afar and then quickly walk away.

Wen Jiayue would glance at him every now and then, and Shen Fuhan noticed her gaze, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

One minute she'd make him change his clothes, the next she'd peek at him. Did she like him or not?

As she glanced at his clothes again, Shen Fuhan calmly took her hand.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "They're still outside!"

"Can you do whatever you want just because you're in the room?"

His voice was calm, as if he were just asking casually, but his words made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Wen Jiayue forced herself to remain calm and said, "That's a fallacy."

“Fine, fine,” Shen Fuhan said, stroking her hand. “I’ve been away from the capital for a month. You should make up for the four times you owe me, starting tonight.”