Secretly Taking His Wife's Pillow Away

But Gu Shang wasn't coldly ignoring him... he was just briefly stunned!

The little brat had already thrown his heart into enough turmoil, and now he was doing this, too!

Smiling so adorably and saying things like, "You're the best husband in the whole world~"...

What was that if not seduction!!!

The man sternly set his face and glanced away awkwardly. "What's there to thank me for over such a little favor?"

He turned his back, the tips of his ears growing warm, and said in a cool voice, "In the future... I'll buy you other, better things."

So he shouldn't thank him just for these cheap little things.

He hadn't actually done a very good job. He was a failure as a husband.

Even if the little brat was putting on an act, he didn't have to lower himself like this to please him. It really did make him feel a little guilty.

Damn it, maybe this was the little brat's latest scheme!

Making him think about him constantly out of guilt.

Wasn't there a saying that "love means often feeling you haven't done enough"?

Although there was no love between them, prolonged guilt would still make him care about him without realizing it. Then he would find himself treating him well, wanting to make it up to him.

That scheming little brat!

The man pressed his lips together. Only after barely convincing himself with that flimsy excuse did those subtle, strange, unfamiliar emotions begin to subside a little.

No, this was getting dangerous.

He had to find a way to pull himself out of this strange situation.

Gu Shang returned to his room and paced back and forth, an indescribable anxiety gnawing at him.

His dark, elegantly tapered eyes swept across the room and happened to land on the two pillows nestled side by side at the head of the bed. They were even different colors, because Ji Mingzhu had brought one over from his own room.

Gu Shang: "..."

He strode over, picked up one pillow with a single hand, and carried it into Ji Mingzhu's room next door, setting it down securely on Ji Mingzhu's own bed.

The man took two steps back to look, then went forward again to fluff it up.

He stepped back for another look. At last, he was satisfied.

Exactly. He had a lovely room and a soft bed of his own, so why did he keep climbing into mine? I should have done this ages ago. Yes, everything should go back to where it started.

There was a reason people had talked about pillow talk since ancient times.

With Ji Mingzhu's talent for acting spoiled and wheedling, if he let him share his bed, sooner or later he would demonstrate every seductive trick in the book on him.

Once that was done, Gu Shang went back to his room, changed, and got ready to leave for work.

Good. Ji Mingzhu said himself that he wasn't an idiot, so once he saw his pillow back where it belonged, he should understand what I meant.

He hoped Ji Mingzhu would have the sense to return to where he belonged.

When Ji Mingzhu saw him coming downstairs, he had no idea his heartless husband had already put his pillow back. He set down his watermelon and sweetly saw him to the door. "Have a good day, hubby. I'll be good and wait at home for you to come back~"

The young man rose onto his tiptoes. This time, he considerately refrained from tugging on his husband's collar.

Gu Shang frowned slightly. Thinking of what he had just done and how the young man might react that evening, he silently accepted the kiss, with its sweet, fresh scent of watermelon.

It landed on his cheek, cool against his skin.

Gu Shang's gaze darkened.

This time, the young man hadn't even kissed the corner of his mouth. He seemed to know how sweet he was and was deliberately playing hard to get.

Gu Shang suppressed the urge to pull him back and kiss him hard, responding with a quiet, indifferent hum.

The young man was bound to feel a little disappointed that his attempt at seduction had failed. I might as well let him kiss me this one last time.

After all, I was his husband.