What Do You Think Our Relationship Is?

Shui Miaomiao dashed towards him and held out her hand as she said. "Give me my ID card."

Shen Mochen chuckled. His eyes glanced at her clothes, and he asked maliciously, "Aren't you going to return my clothes to me? Or are you doing this because you want to see me again tomorrow?"

Shui Miaomiao blushed slightly.

As soon as she got back, she had started eating straight away. After a few bites of her meal, she got a call from him, which made her feel anxious. There hadn't been time to change her clothes.

Shui Miaomiao looked at his smiling face that would make many people admire him. She tried to control her temper and showed a standard smile on her face as she tilted her head and replied to him politely, "Your clothes are dirty now, and I have not washed them. I will return them to you tomorrow after I've washed them."

Shen Mochen looked at her smile. His brilliant eyes were deep with a beam of glittering light.

She was like a sly fox. She was clearly very panicked at the moment, but her panic was gone in just a split second.

She was a girl with strong psychological qualities.

Shen Mochen did not keep encircling this problem. He glanced behind her and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"You and I are not in a relationship. You cant come in and out of my house," Shui Miaomiao replied unkindly.

Shen Mochen took a step toward Shui Miaomiao. He smiled maliciously and asked, "What do you think is the relationship between us then?"

Shui Miaomiao always felt that his gaze and his tone had an intimate taste to them. The tint of intimacy seemed to say that they had slept together before.

Was he really the man from that night?

A light flashed in Shui Miaomiao's mind.

She needed to prevent any unnecessary entanglement between them.

Shui Miaomiao looked at him straight in the eye. which looked like a black ink lotus flower. She raised her eyebrow and said seriously, "My husband is at home."

A dark light flashed through Shen Mochen's eyes. He smiled. "So?"

"He doesn't like to see me getting too close to other men," Shui Miaomiao said, blushing slightly at the lie and taking a step back.

Shen Mochen glanced at her feet, grinned evilly and asked, "What are you feeling guilty about?"

As he said that, he took another step towards Shui Miaomiao.

Her step was small, and he was big.

One stepped back, one stepped forward.

It made the distance between them even smaller.

Shui Miaomiao could feel his breath on her face.

She twitched her smile awkwardly, concealing her nervousness, and said, "I'm feeling guilty? Why should I feel guilty? Mr. Shen, you are thinking too much."

Shui Miaomiao remembered the lesson from before. This time, she deliberately looked back to check out what was behind her.

Her heels had nearly reached the stairs, and she could not back away. Instead, she pushed him.

When her palms touched his chest, she could feel his strong chest muscles through the suit.

Shui Miaomiao's fingers trembled a little, like a kind of electric current was flowing through her fingers to her whole body. There was a kind of tingling feeling.

Shui Miaomiao did not like this feeling. She became more panicked and pushed with all her might.

He was not even moving a bit.

"It's not good if my husband sees us like this," said Shui Miaomiao anxiously in a low voice.

Shen Mochen smiled and said, "Your husband didn't say anything when he saw you wearing a man's shirt, pants, and even his underwear. He is really big-hearted in letting you continue to wear them."

Shui Miaomiao was speechless.

She opened her eyes wide.

This was what was called making a problem for yourself. It was all her fault!

Heh heh.

She remembered a foolish thing she had done as a child.

She had hidden behind her classmates, making sure she would not be seen by the teacher, and had begun to eat.

But just because she couldn't see the teacher, it didn't mean the teacher couLdn't see her.