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Chapter 204: Have You Experienced the Consequences?

She opened a pair of clear and innocent eyes, which were filled with pure doubt and confusion, as if she was a child who had just woken up from a dream, completely confused about what she had done wrong, so angry that even the air became heavy.

Although he always looked extremely annoyed every time they met, he would sleep in her arms every night, time and time again, weaving a complex and difficult to understand emotion in the silent night.

This contradictory behavior made her feel confused and helpless, as if there was an invisible hand binding her tightly to him and she could not break free.

Song Muxuan, this usually cold man, has always disdained the emotional experience of being trapped in love and worrying day and night. He is extremely disgusted with it, as if it is a blasphemy against his own free will.

But deep in his seemingly indestructible heart, there was a tiny voice whispering, vaguely feeling that Shen Yin was the one who could make him break his principles, the one who loved him deeply and hated him at the same time - an enemy who made him willing to be bound by the shackles of emotions, an enemy who he wanted to escape from but was reluctant to let go.

Thinking of this, Song Muxuan couldn't help but feel deeply disgusted with this kind of life state where he was repeatedly tortured by emotions.

"If you dare flirt with others one day, I will never forgive you."

He suddenly leaned closer and gently bit her earlobe with his teeth. Although his words were harsh, there was an imperceptible tremor in them, as if he was warning her, or perhaps it was an unspeakable confession.

In this frequent emotional tug-of-war, Shen Yin already felt dizzy.

She could only dully remember every threat and warning she made to him.

It's like a small boat in a storm, unable to resist and can only go with the flow.

……

As the morning light broke, when she walked out of the bedroom, Song Muxuan happened to walk out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron with cartoon patterns around her waist, which seemed a bit incongruous yet inexplicably warm.

The air was filled with the aroma of breakfast, warm and inviting.

It makes people slow down their pace involuntarily.

Song Muxuan looked up inadvertently, and his eyes happened to meet Shen Yin today.

She was wearing a soft, well-tailored dress that perfectly outlined her graceful figure, exuding a mature charm while still retaining her girlish demeanor.

It is like the first peach blossom blooming in spring, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

In his eyes, Shen Yin at this moment was like a ripe peach.

Full and tempting, even after the passion of last night, the desire to possess and care for her is still stirring and difficult to calm down.

Such a visual impact made Song Muxuan's heart tremble violently, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a bit of greed and obsession.

Facing his gaze that seemed to devour everything, Shen Yin couldn't help but feel a little scared, but she still tried to force a smile, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "I'm hungry, let's have breakfast!"

Behind these simple words, there is actually a deep worry about his emotional changes, and the fear that he will fall into uncontrollable anger in the next second.

……

As night fell and everything was quiet, Shen Yin sat alone beside the bed, unfortunately encountering the intrusion of her menstrual period.

Ever since that unfortunate miscarriage, the pain had been with her like a shadow during those few days of every month, almost tearing her apart.

The slight noise at the door told her that Song Muxuan had returned, but she was too lazy to move.

She just curled up in bed, building a small safe haven with books and quilts, not wanting him to see her vulnerability.

The moment Song Muxuan stepped into the room, his eyes were attracted by the shoes leaning against the entrance, and he immediately understood something.

He slowly walked into the bedroom and saw Shen Yin lying on his side on the bed, surrounded by soft bedding.

One hand gently holds the page of the book, the other hand gently presses on the abdomen, her expression reveals an extraordinary tranquility and peace. Her black hair is like a cascading waterfall, thick and smooth, casually draped over her shoulders.

It forms a sharp contrast with her fair and delicate neck skin, adding a touch of indescribable softness.

Under the dim light, this scene looks particularly warm, yet tinged with a hint of sadness.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Song Muxuan's arrival did not attract Shen Yin's attention.

She was still immersed in the world of books, her eyes focused and profound, as if there was a secret place there that could make her temporarily forget all the pain.

Occasionally, Shen Yin's brows would unconsciously frown, as if he was troubled by a vague discomfort in his body.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip with her teeth, revealing her weakness and persistence inadvertently.

It interweaves a unique and indescribable charm that makes people involuntarily feel love and pity.

Song Muxuan slowly sat down beside the bed. His voice was gentle and low, like the warmest breeze in spring: "Are you here?" This sentence was both a greeting and seemed to contain some expectation.

Shen Yin gently raised her ink-black eyes and met Song Muxuan's gaze in the air.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. She responded softly: "Yeah."

This simple syllable seems to contain thousands of words.

Song Muxuan's tone was filled with a hint of gentle reproach, and he continued, "Spicy, sour and cold foods are not suitable for your physique. Try to avoid such heavy-tasting foods in the future."

This sounded like a careful reminder, but also like a repetition of a suggestion he had already emphasized many times.

Hearing this, Shen Yin's mind couldn't help but emerge with the scene of today's hospital with Ye Jing, as well as the lunch party. She really couldn't resist the temptation of the spicy hotpot.

After the meal, on the way home together, she couldn't help but share a cup of cold milk tea with Ye Jing.

Looking back now, the laughter and conversation at that time seemed to foreshadow the little "punishment" that would follow.

Song Muxuan's eyes were meaningful, as if he could see through everything, and he immediately stood up.

He took off his suit jacket gracefully and walked out the door.

The slightly reproachful words accompanied his back, leaving behind a trail of profound meaning.

As if silently asking: "Do you realize the consequences now?"

At this moment, a memory flashed through Shen Yin's mind.

When she had dinner with Song Muxuan and An Lan a few days ago, she also stubbornly chose pickled fish and several other cold dishes, completely ignoring the possible consequences.

At that time, facing his obstruction, she felt a little unhappy.

Perhaps, the reason why he was so persistent was because he had already noticed the subtle changes in her body in those days.

Fearing that these foods would exacerbate her discomfort, especially the pain that came every month.

This idea was like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting but leaving a deep mark.

Shen Yin couldn't help but ask himself, when did Song Muxuan become so meticulous?

In her memory, he has always been that casual and straightforward person.