Qiao Muyuan's back was pressed against the tiled wall, and his waist was held by Ji Changmu.

Someone stared at her with a pair of hot and sincere eyes, their eyes red, hiding infinite unknown meanings.

Qiao Muyuan was embarrassed by him, but he was confident: "I have the final say."

"If I are allowed to sleep on the sand tonight..." Ji Changmu paused and said in a long tone, "then I will sleep on the sand for the next week or even a month."

Qiao Muyuan laughed angrily at him: "You are hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting yourself by a hundred."

"There's nothing I can do about it. My wife doesn't want to sleep with me."

"I just want you to sleep tonight..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Changmu kissed her lips and sealed her lips with the kiss, preventing her from saying any more.

Qiao Muyuan was pressed against the wall by him.

After a long time, Ji Changmu let her go, but without waiting for her to say a word, he carried her into the bathroom.

"It's getting late, let's go together."

He put hot water in the bathtub, helped her bring her pajamas, and then closed the bathroom door.

The water vapor is thick, and the surroundings are surrounded by mist. From hazy white to nothing visible, only layers of mist remain.

At some point, Ji Changmu suddenly asked: "Will you let me sleep on the sand at night?"

"You bastard!"

"Then do you like it?"

"..."

On the first day of the new year, Ji Changmu would not let himself sleep on the sand no matter what.

…

Early the next morning.

Qiao Muyuan woke up in his arms.

When she moved, he turned his head and curled his lips: "Good morning, Mrs. Ji."

Qiao Muyuan pushed his hand away, turned away, pouted, and ignored him.

Someone didn't care, sat up slowly, tidied up his pajamas, and was in a good mood.

He wasn't in a hurry to get up. He wasn't busy these days anyway.

Picking up the tablet next to the bed, he browsed the early morning news at will. When he saw something interesting, he would deliberately tease Qiao Muyuan and tell her about it.

"Qiao Muyuan, this is not the female singer Juliet Lyle you like very much. It was just revealed that she has a boyfriend who is twenty years younger than her. How old is she when she is twenty years younger?"

Qiao Muyuan ignored him.

Ji Changmu leaned down, approached her, and gently bit her earlobe: "Ignore me?"

Qiao Muyuan not only ignored him, but also refused to look at him. He faced the window and deliberately closed his eyes.

The man stretched out his hand and scratched her waist under the quilt: "You really ignore me?"

Qiao Muyuan dodged his hand.

This guy is so annoying, he looks so much like...a big dog.

She remembered clearly what happened last night. Someone was extremely petty and it was no use how she begged for mercy.

Now that he was awake, he was in great spirits, but she was too tired to move.

Qiao Muyuan pushed his hand away: "Don't move."

"Are you no longer interested in your favorite singer?"

"Not interested."

"Oh!" Ji Changmu stopped teasing her and continued to sit aside and browse the tablet information, deliberately choosing some to read to Qiao Muyuan, "New York's SJ International Group's new T Fund reached a new high this week, linking Qiao's

The group’s share price rose by 21%, and the market is very optimistic about SJ’s prospects.”

"Ji Changmu! Stop reading! I want to sleep!"

"Don't you like hearing the news from home?" Ji Changmu refused to let her sleep, "Then get up and take you out to eat."

"I want to sleep!"

"It's nine o'clock."

"Don't go out." Qiao Muyuan complained to him.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I apologize, you can punish me however you want."

"Listen, are you sincere?"

"Yes?" Ji Changmu rubbed his eyebrows, helpless.

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Chapter completed!