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Chapter 351 Give me a chance

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jiayue noticed that Shen Fuhan paused for a moment.

But contrary to her expectations of chaos, Shen Fuhan looked at her through the bronze mirror and asked calmly, "Did Fourth Brother tell you?"

His tone was icy, and Wen Jiayue couldn't help but take a half step back.

Shen Fuhan used his free hand to pull her close, and she fell onto his lap.

Before Wen Jiayue could react, their eyes met.

Immediately afterwards, he shoved all the ointment he had in his hand into hers.

"Since you've seen it, you'll help me."

He closed his eyes, looking completely at ease.

Wen Jiayue had never seen such a shameless person before. All the speculation that had excited her all day vanished without a trace, and it was all so meaningless.

As she stood up, she said, "I don't..."

Shen Fuhan seemed to have a third eye, sensing her intention the moment she opened her mouth, and pressed her down heavily.

"help me."

Wen Jiayue's position was rather awkward, and since she couldn't move, she had no choice but to smear the perfume on his face.

The cream felt cool and soft on her fingertips. Shen Fuhan squeezed her wrist briefly, then let go.

He actually tried to rub his hand against hers just now; he must be crazy.

Wen Jiayue suddenly spoke up: "Why has my husband suddenly started using perfume? And why does he insist on using it behind my back?"

Shen Fuhan replied calmly, "Everyone has a love for beauty."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She stopped asking; she had already given him a chance, and since he wouldn't tell her, she let it go.

However, what Shen Fuyou said is very likely true, but...

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, Wen Jiayue was somewhat lost in thought, wondering if he would really fall in love with her.

She had once loved but not been loved in return, and often fantasized about how sweet it would be if she and Shen Fuhan fell in love with each other.

But when it really came to this, the emotional turmoil in my heart was not as great as when I first met Li Zhilan after my rebirth.

Wen Jiayue sighed very softly. Shen Fuhan felt her breath and unconsciously stroked her waist with his hand.

The perfume completely melted on his face. Just as Wen Jiayue was about to pull her hand back, Shen Fuhan grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his face.

He asked, "Has anything changed?"

Even though she was touching his face, Wen Jiayue felt her face was a little hot. She couldn't feel any change at all, so she shook her head.

"I need to go and wash up."

Shen Fuhan, however, kept her confined, not giving her a chance to leave.

He stroked her lips and whispered, "You haven't kissed me tonight."

In his eyes, Wen Jiayue saw not only lust, but also other emotions.

Before she could even figure it out, it vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wen Jiayue lowered her head slightly and gently touched his lips. Shen Fuhan then held the back of her head, pressed her down, and deeply savored the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

Wen Jiayue almost couldn't breathe; she had only taken the initiative, and he was so excited.

She completely believed Shen Fuyou's words.

Seemingly noticing her distraction, Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Jiayue answered groggily, "Thinking about my fourth brother..."

Shen Fuhan's gaze suddenly turned cold. He bit her lip as if to punish her, but when he heard her inhale, he hesitated and bit her lightly instead.

However, he wasn't too focused on the kiss that followed, thinking about what his fourth brother had said to her that day.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Shen Fuhan finally let her go.

Standing on the ground, Wen Jiayue felt a little dizzy, and Shen Fuhan helped her up in time, saying, "You still owe me a kiss."

Wen Jiayue glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a misty light that seemed to hold tenderness and affection, making her look like she was being coquettish.

Shen Fuhan absentmindedly stroked her eyes, wishing there were truly love.

Li Zhilan was one of the reasons he never expressed his love, but another reason was that he always believed in a slow and steady approach, and that she would understand.

She just never imagined that she needed a definite answer and didn't want to be anxious and uncertain.

Now that it's his turn to feel anxious and uncertain, he realizes just how unbearable this feeling truly is.

But he deserved it; he can't blame anyone else.

Moreover, she has been anxious for a long time, so how could he not even endure two months?

Wen Jiayue walked towards the washroom and closed the door.

Ruyi asked, "Why has Madam been gone for so long?"

"I spoke a few words with the Marquis, which delayed me," Wen Jiayue touched her slightly swollen lips. "Let's cleanse your face."

After leaving the washroom, Shen Fuhan remained seated at her dressing table.

Wen Jiayue stepped forward: "Please make way, my husband."

Shen Fuhan didn't move. He looked at Ruyi and ordered, "Get out."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "Why?"

“Let me serve you,” Shen Fuhan pulled her down to sit on his lap again, “Which perfume should I apply first?”

Ruyi blushed upon seeing this, curtsied, and quickly left.

Wen Jiayue said anxiously, "No need, I can do it myself..."

Shen Fuhan, however, brooked no refusal. He put one arm around her waist and picked up a jar of perfume with the other: "This?"

Wen Jiayue couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had to compromise: "Use the pink one first."

Shen Fuhan then switched to the pink jar and scooped out another portion, while Wen Jiayue frowned and removed half of it.

"We'll be using three or four kinds more later. How are we going to absorb so much? Do you want the entire soft pillow to be soaked?"

Shen Fuhan listened attentively to the advice: "I understand."

He applied the orchid-scented balm to her face with exceptional gentleness.

A ticklish sensation spread across her face, and Wen Jiayue found his overly gentle actions almost unbearable, wanting to dodge.

Shen Fuhan let her hide, then easily caught her and continued applying the ointment.

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to close her eyes in despair. Suddenly, she heard him ask, "What else did your fourth brother say to you?"

Her eyelashes trembled, thankful that she had kept her eyes closed and hadn't revealed any other emotions.

“No,” she countered. “Is there something my husband is hiding from me?”

Shen Fuhan, who understood everything, remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Mm."

Wen Jiayue's breathing became slightly labored.

Then he continued, "Ah Yue, whatever your fourth brother said to you, it's all true."

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes. He just admitted it like that?

She opened her mouth, but Shen Fuhan gently covered it.

Shh, listen to me.

He paused for a moment before slowly speaking, "There are some things I want to tell you later. I also hope you'll give me a chance, and tell me your answer when everything has settled down, okay?"