Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

Chapter 397: Taking Advantage and Still Acting Like a Good Boy

Shen Wanyi's gaze fell on the two people's intimate figures in the mirror. The man's tall body loomed over her, making her look particularly petite.

Song Shichen squeezed the toothpaste and handed it to her. He took out a hairband from somewhere, lowered his head, and ran his warm big hands through her hair. He skillfully tied the loose hair into a bun, and his eyes showed a satisfied look.

"What a talent..." Shen Wanyi said vaguely with bubbles in his eyes.

Looking at the skillful movements, which were learned without any instruction, she really wondered if Song Shichen had often helped other women to tie up their bodies before, and she was just one of them.

Song Shichen obviously didn't hear what Shen Wanyi said. Through the mirror, he saw a circle of white foam overflowing from her lips, and the person concerned hadn't noticed yet. He couldn't help laughing, "Little dirty cat..."

"Huh?!" Shen Wanyi spat out the water. She looked at him in confusion. She looked in the mirror and noticed the foam on her face. A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she immediately came up with a bad idea.

She turned around, put her arms around Song Shichen's neck, stood on tiptoes, and rubbed the foam onto his face. The corners of her lips curved, and she raised her eyebrows casually, "It won't be dirty this way."

"You have no conscience..." Song Shichen was not annoyed, but laughed softly. He tapped her forehead, took a tissue to wipe the foam off her face, and took the towel from the shelf and handed it to her.

It was her first time being served, and she was not used to it. Shen Wanyi took the towel and wiped her face. However, she couldn't help but want to say, "This feeling is especially like my dad, I mean it..."

Her expression was innocent, and she was trying to hold back her laughter. As she watched the man's face grow darker and darker, until it seemed as if ink was about to drip out, she finally laughed out loud.

Song Shichen pinched her smooth face and said through gritted teeth, "My dear daughter..." He bit her tempting pink lips as if as a punishment, implying that he could not be refused.

In the end, someone regretted his decision and could no longer laugh.

…At the dining table, Shen Wanyi was concentrating on eating buns, staring at the man who was eating breakfast next to her intentionally or unintentionally. Her movements were calm and composed, and every gesture was elegant.

My goodness, he tortured her so badly just now and almost eaten her up, but now she is so calm, as if nothing happened.

She lowered her head and took a big bite of the bun, completely treating the bun as Song Shichen, a gentlemanly scoundrel.

“Freshly made soy milk is here…”

Aunt Chen brought two cups of soy milk from the kitchen and placed them next to the two of them. When she got to Shen Wanyi's side, she noticed that her lips were obviously red and swollen. She looked surprised and obviously frightened, "Madam, what's wrong with your mouth?"

Shen Wanyi paused while holding the spoon, looking a little embarrassed, and quickly explained, "Nothing, I was bitten by something."

At this moment, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

The culprit was still acting like nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with him and he was keeping aloof. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but kick the man who was watching the show next to her under the table. Looking at his forbearing expression, she instantly felt a lot better.

"You should be more careful. I'll apply some ice later." Aunt Chen nodded, did not continue the topic, and turned to the kitchen to clean up.

Song Shichen knew without thinking how hard the kick was, but he remained calm, raised his eyebrows, and said seriously, "That thing really likes you."

Who cares? Who did this? Shen Wanyi rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to someone who was taking advantage of him.