My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 1064 - 774: Bo Zhi 25_3

This man, in front of him nothing can be hidden.

Years later and years before, just the same as always.

"What, planning to sit in the living room until the end of time, turning into a stone statue?"

Mou Wen: "..."

She said, nothing good ever comes out of his mouth, but it’s still different from what she expected in her heart; at least it’s not that vicious.

Gave her a bit of face.

Mou Wen’s eyes flickered, she got up and walked in front of Bo Zhi, looked up at him, "How are we supposed to sleep?"

Bo Zhi retorted, "How did you sleep on the first night as newlyweds?"

Mou Wen: "..."

Bo Zhi turned to go upstairs, speaking as he went, "The master bedroom is on the third floor. I’ll go take a shower first. If you’ve already washed, just go to sleep first."

Mou Wen was nervous, although it’s not like she hadn’t slept over before, but after so many years it had become unfamiliar, and rather awkward, she didn’t even know why she felt awkward, but she just did, so awkward she wished she could find a hole to dive into.

Bo Zhi noticed she wasn’t moving, "Not going to sleep?

Waiting for our son to wake up tomorrow and say I’m bullying you again?

By then, will it be you or me explaining, and who will make it clear?"

Mou Wen took a deep breath, bearing the urge to throw a slipper at the back of his head, "Got it, I’m going up right now."

Bo Zhi returned to the room, only to receive a message from Yuran.

It was very brief.

[Mom: Come home for dinner tomorrow, dinner.]

Bo Zhi’s eyes darkened as he replied with an ’okay’.

Then he tossed his phone onto the bed and headed into the bathroom.

The entire third floor was his domain, with a study, gym, etc., and the space was astonishingly large.

Lying in the massage bathtub, eyes closed, he pondered what to do next?

How to explain to Xunxun that he’s his father, and why has he not been around all these years?

And then there’s Mou Wen.

This damned woman, clearly... whatever, why should he get angry with her, she’s always been like this.

Since they got married, they’re one family now, so his goal has been achieved. It’s not about revenge or anything, marrying her was never about revenge.

It’s her who overthinks things.

Anyway, he doesn’t have such thoughts.

After his shower, with a towel on his head, he noticed the large two-meter-wide bed already had a small hill-like form under the covers.

He slightly raised an eyebrow, seems someone has become conscious.

He dried his hair, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Feeling a sense of unease from beside him, Bo Zhi squinted his eyes and saw Mou Wen slowly moving away, which ignited a flame within him.

He snorted coldly inside, "Mou Wen."

Mou Wen froze, not daring to move.

Bo Zhi mocked, "Are you planning to sleep under the bed? I have no issues with it."

Mou Wen thought Bo Zhi had spent all these years honing his sharp tongue, picking the worst words to say, she didn’t turn around, but shifted back quite a distance.

She stopped only when she touched the warm spot.

Bo Zhi always had a high body temperature when he slept, and the moment she touched him, she subconsciously wanted to move an inch away, but before she could, someone encircled her waist.

Then she heard Bo Zhi’s cold voice in her ear, "If you move again, believe it or not, I’ll sleep with you right now. We’re a legitimate couple, with spousal obligations."

Mou Wen stiffened, too afraid to move.

A muffled voice came from under the quilt, "Bo Zhi, I’m not ready."

Bo Zhi snorted, "Is it that you’re not ready, or that from the start, you never planned on getting ready? If I hadn’t coerced you, you’d never have compromised, just wanting to draw a line with me, best if we never met again in this life."

Mou Wen was speechless.

Bo Zhi held her, face buried in her shoulder, his voice unhappy, somewhat sullen, "Sleep."

Mou Wen: "..."

She thought she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but in her grogginess, fatigue washed over, and with the familiar scent, she drifted off.

She even dreamed of certain things.

Back in the day, when she was with Bo Zhi, during their time living together, they also slept like this; she’d always make Bo Zhi warm the bed first, then hang herself onto him.

Siphoning the warmth from him, Bo Zhi would always say, wouldn’t this be a bit too much, isn’t it possible I’d be cold?

With her face buried in his chest, she would hum, "Of course not, with me, a natural heater warming you, why would you feel cold? Do you even have the nerve to say you’re cold?"

Bo Zhi’s low chuckle, even now, was clear in her memory. They had many shared memories, but along the way, she forgot many things, then they got buried by life.

But when this person resurfaced, those memories she thought forgotten had never really disappeared. On the contrary, they remained vividly etched, clear as day, just a thought away from rising to the surface like indelible marks.