After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Wantang knew she was a bit shameless.

But there was absolutely no connection between her and Cen Yuan.

She feared that even if she divorced Cen Shichuan and things came to a head, Cen Yuan would still not help her.

If you're going to latch onto someone powerful, then you have to hold on tight and make sure you're firmly in their shoes.

After a long while, only the sounds of their breathing mingled in the darkness.

Xu Wantang carefully suppressed her breathing, her cheeks burning as if on fire.

Just when she was about to give up, Cen Yuan reached out his hand.

Which hand is less convenient?

"..."

Xu Wantang was taken aback and subconsciously leaned closer to stare into his eyes.

He guessed very well, but how could he guess everything?

"Xu Wantang".

Cen Yuan suddenly spoke, his breath landing entirely on Xu Wantang's face.

Only then did she realize that she and he were standing too close.

He was so close that it seemed he could kiss her if he just lowered his head slightly.

Thinking about it, she hurriedly moved her head away, not noticing the bulging veins on the man's neck.

Xu Wantang quickly said, "My right hand, it's numb from the fall."

"Um."

Cen Yuan touched the clothes and found the left sleeve for her to put on first, so that the clothes could cover her body.

But the right hand...

He asked in a deep voice, "You can't lift your right hand at all?"

Xu Wantang tried it, and she was actually able to lift it up!

But if she doesn't make good use of such a great opportunity, it would be a waste of such a wonderful atmosphere.

Thinking it over, she immediately lowered her arm and said softly, "I can't lift it."

Cen Yuan, hidden in the darkness, faced Xu Wantang, and the corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly.

She whispered, "I'll try my best not to touch you."

"Um."

Hmm what?

How can you create bonds if you don't meet?

Xu Wantang felt Cen Yuan's hand go over her back and help her put on her clothes.

His body was also a little closer than before.

He almost wanted to pull her into his arms.

But he had such good self-control that even in such a cramped space, he didn't touch her.

Xu Wantang pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and let out a soft cry.

"What is that?!"

Then, she snuggled into Cen Yuan's arms.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, he is only wearing a thin shirt underneath.

But Xu Wantang 'accidentally' dropped the towel.

and so……

While silently repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" to herself, Xu Wantang adopted the demeanor of a scheming, manipulative woman.

She clung tightly to Cen Yuan, saying, "Second Brother, it feels like bugs are crawling all over me! I'm scared."

She was moving around as she spoke.

Suddenly, a large, hot hand landed on Xu Wantang's waist, holding her tightly and preventing her from moving.

The man in front of her was breathing more heavily, his chest heaving.

Even through the handkerchief, she could feel the man's gaze, which seemed to pierce right through her.

At this moment, the man lowered his head slightly, and just a little bit more, and his lips would touch Xu Wantang's smooth shoulder.

However, he never crossed the line. After a brief pause, his hand hovered lightly at the edge of Xu Wantang's skin.

The lingering warmth made his fingertips curl slightly.

The next second, he quickly put the other sleeve on Xu Wantang.

He took off his suit jacket, neatly wrapped Xu Wantang inside, picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed.

Xu Wantang rolled over on the bed, burying her face in the blankets.

The only clue to her expression was her ears, which were so red they were almost transparent.

Cen Yuan turned his back and took off his handkerchief: "Button up your clothes."

"oh."

Xu Wantang gave a sullen reply.

Then, she crawled under the covers and handed him her coat.

Cen Yuan took the coat, which still retained Xu Wantang's body heat and faint fragrance.

Hearing the rustling sound of clothes being put on behind him, he gripped his coat tightly.

After a while, Xu Wantang crawled out of the covers and gasped for breath.

At this moment, Cen Yuan was actually sitting quietly on the chair by the bed looking at his phone.

She was so calm, as if everything had just been a hallucination of Xu Wantang.

As expected of the chosen Buddhist disciple, nothing can shake his resolve.

She wasted her time acting.

Xu Wantang sat up and said shyly, "Second Brother, I didn't mean to just now."

Cen Yuan kept staring at his phone: "I know."

This sentence is somewhat ambiguous.

"Thanks."

Xu Wantang really didn't know what to say.

After fiddling around for a while, she got hungry again, so she simply picked up the remaining flower cakes and ate them.

After a while, she realized that Cen Yuan was sending photos.

Judging from the content, it looks like some kind of document.

Xu Wantang noticed that he was a bit slow in sending photos.

He volunteered, "Second brother, your phone can transfer photos in packages. I'll teach you."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone.

He quickly packed it up and then sent it all to Cen Yuan in a flash.

"Isn't it fast? It looks convenient for the other person too, just a swipe."

Xu Wantang scrolled through the photos one by one and was shocked to find that she had actually sent Cen Yuan a photo that she had downloaded from the internet to him.

She saw Cen Yuan looking at the photos she had sent, and was so startled that she almost pressed her finger back on the screen!

result……

Cen Yuan paused, then looked up and asked, "My photo?"

Xu Wantang was stunned.

Stop being so dense! Think of a reason!

"Oh... well... I noticed you don't seem to like sending emojis, so I thought I'd make one for you. This photo is nice, it's suitable for making an emoji."

"Hmm?" Cen Yuan lowered his eyes.

"I'm not doing it anymore," Xu Wantang immediately changed her mind.

"Go ahead and do it, then send it to me tomorrow."

"……good."

Xu Wantang blinked, looking like she wanted to cry but couldn't.

Cen Yuan's eyes darkened as he stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's rest."

He turned around as if to leave.

Xu Wantang instantly felt the air around her turn icy cold.

Just like the hospital in my dream.

She grabbed Cen Yuan's sleeve, her eyes misty, and pleaded in a low voice, "Second Brother, could you wait until I fall asleep before you leave? I'm a little scared to be alone."

The man looked at her, his eyelashes half-closed, his expression unreadable.

But he still sat down, his whole body bathed in the glow of the bedside lamp.

There was a strange sense of peace.

Xu Wantang lay obediently on the bed.

She thought she would have a hard time falling asleep, but she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

I just couldn't sleep well and had a lot of nightmares.

"No, no..."

"I didn't, I really didn't, believe me..."

She flailed her arms wildly until she grasped the warm, dry hand beside her, which calmed her down.

In the dim light, the man waited until she was fast asleep before placing her hand under the covers.

He stood by the bed, looking down at her and pinching her face.

Place your finger close and hover.

His eyes were deep black, swirling with unspoken emotions.

He then turned and left, as if nothing had happened.

……

villa.

Cen Shichuan stared at the silent chat box, impatiently swirling his wine glass.

He deliberately didn't leave anyone for Xu Wantang.

Given her current condition, she needs someone to take care of her the most.

She will look for him.

The result... is very good. It would be best if Xu Wantang could always maintain such backbone.

Xu Chuxue noticed Cen Shichuan staring at his phone, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

She reached out and hugged Cen Shichuan: "Shichuan, what's wrong?"

Cen Shichuan didn't embrace her as usual, but coldly asked, "Why did you say those kinds of things online?"

When Xu Chuxue admitted that she had a boyfriend, his first reaction was that if Xu Wantang found out, regardless of whether Xi Na was Xu Chuxue or not, Xu Wantang would definitely divorce him.

In the past, he really wouldn't have cared.

But now, he doesn't want to.

Xu Wantang likes him, so he's his.

It can only ever be his.

Xu Chuxue's face stiffened, then she explained gently, "I had no choice. If I didn't do this, what if someone spreads rumors about me in the future? I could bear the consequences myself, but what if it implicates you?"

Cen Shichuan remained silent.

This time, Xu Chuxue's scandal came as quite a surprise.

It seemed like someone had deliberately set it up, but when he sent people to investigate, it turned out that it was just a passerby who had taken the photo by chance.

Xu Chuxue also explained.

All he could do was tell her to be more careful in the future.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Xu Chuxue said, "Shi Chuan, I've always been so careful. Saying I had a boyfriend was all to pave the way for our future. Don't you want a future with me? Or is it that you have feelings for Wan Tang...?"

"No, don't overthink it," Cen Shichuan denied.

"Shichuan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this. I only did this because I love you so much. If you don't love me anymore, you must tell me, even though I gave so much blood for you and lost our child."