Stepping outside, Han Shilan turned her little head to look at the night view, her cheeks puffed out in a huff, looking quite adorable.
"Shilan, are you still angry?"
Yang Feng smiled slightly, stepped forward and sat down next to her, placing one hand on her fragrant shoulder.
"Hmph!" Han Shilan snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and turned her head to the side, indicating that she did not want to pay attention to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng awkwardly touched her upturned nose with one hand, silently keeping her company. Looking at her angry profile, he felt a sudden flutter in his heart.
This feels so good, to have someone you like who cares about you!
Noticing that Yang Feng had fallen silent, Han Shilan calmed down, turned to look at Yang Feng's handsome face, and spoke in a gentle voice:
"Yang Feng, tell me, will you listen to me from now on?"
"How can I not listen? How can I not listen to my wife?"
Yang Feng smiled wickedly, and suddenly wrapped his arms around Han Shilan's soft body, resting his head on her fragrant shoulder. He loved the orchid scent on her body, which was her natural fragrance.
Upon hearing the word "wife," Han Shilan's face flushed red, her beautiful eyes filled with reproach, and she spoke softly:
"Pah! Who's your wife? If you don't listen to me from now on, I'll... I'll ignore you, ignore you."
"Yes, yes, yes, my darling Shilan." Yang Feng laughed and hugged Han Shilan even tighter, finding the softness very comforting.
Han Shilan's delicate face turned bright red. She felt shy and secretly pleased, but on the surface, she pretended to be helpless and a little angry, and pushed Yang Feng away forcefully with her small hands.
"You pervert! Let me go!"
"I won't let you go. If I let you go, I won't have a wife anymore. That would be such a loss."
Yang Feng, with a nonchalant expression, said, "How can you not be thick-skinned when pursuing a girl?"
"You... let go, let go." Han Shilan said, patting Yang Feng with her small hand. She didn't control the force well and accidentally patted his shoulder, where there was a bruise.
"Hmm..." Yang Feng couldn't help but loosen his grip, wincing in pain and letting out a muffled groan.
Han Shilan's heart tightened when she saw this, and she quickly asked, "Yang Feng, what's wrong?!"
As he spoke, he lifted his black short-sleeved shirt, revealing an obvious bruise, as thick as a rope.
"Does it hurt?" Han Shilan bit her pink lips, her heart aching, and gently rubbed his bruise with her fair little fingers.
"It hurt a little just now, but your hand seems to have magic, so it doesn't hurt as much now."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, took her soft, boneless little hands in his own, and said.
"Pfft~" Han Shilan suddenly laughed, gently patted the bruise on Yang Feng's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "You're lying."
"Well, it's just a little painful, it'll be fine in a few days." Yang Feng said slowly, a slight smile on his face, as he looked at Han Shilan.
"No, no, the bruise needs to be dissolved first. I remember there should be a bottle of liniment in the room. I'll go get it."
As she spoke, Han Shilan quickly walked to the television set, soon spotted two bottles of liniment for bruises and sprains, picked them up, sat down next to Yang Feng, and, after opening the bottles with her small hands, said:
"Take off your clothes, I'll apply some medicated wine for you, otherwise it will be hard to wash off the clothes later."
"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded in agreement. This was his last piece of clothing. He had only brought two pieces of clothing with him: one was what he was originally wearing, and the other was what he was wearing now.
After taking off his short-sleeved T-shirt, his bare upper body was exposed in front of Han Shilan, revealing six eye-catching abs and a V-line, exuding a strong masculine aura towards Han Shilan.
Han Shilan blushed slightly, pouted her lips, and said in a commanding tone, "Lie down on the bed, hurry up."
"Yes, my dear wife." Yang Feng raised his hands in surrender, replied with a smile, and then turned around and lay down on the pure white bed.
Han Shilan ignored his words and looked at the bruises on his back and shoulders. Her delicate brows furrowed with heartache, and she touched his back with her fair and tender hands.
"If you get into another fight, I'm not talking to you anymore! Do you hear me?"
"I heard you." Yang Feng smiled faintly, resting his head on the pillow, his eyes looking at Han Shilan.
Sometimes, when a girl says she's ignoring you, she doesn't really mean it; she's just worried about you too much.
Han Shilan took the medicinal wine into her palm and began to press it in a rotating motion on Yang Feng's muscular back.
"Gently, gently, it hurts, it hurts."
Yang Feng couldn't bear it any longer; she was using too much force, she must have used all her strength.
"Hmph! Serves you right! I'll teach you a lesson and see if you dare to fight again!"
Han Shilan gave a soft snort and replied without any mercy, but the force in her hand lightened considerably.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 73 Have you ever seen a movie?
After a long while, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat ambiguous.
After a few minutes, Han Shilan stopped what she was doing, twisted the cap back on the liniment, looked at Yang Feng who was enjoying it, and slapped his thigh in exasperation, saying:
"It's all applied. Wait half an hour before you put on your clothes, or you can go to sleep without wearing clothes."
"Hmm." Yang Feng smiled as he stared at Han Shilan's worried face. He enjoyed the feeling of being cared for.