Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

This answer made Shen Bihan stunned for another half a second, and then couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

"Kiss me if you're afraid of death?" Shen Bihan bowed his head and kissed her lips like a feather. "The reason you're looking for is really becoming more and more lovely."

Wen Muxi felt that this topic could not continue, otherwise he didn't know that he would be brought to the ditch by Shen Bihan, so he quickly changed the topic through his casual words just now.

"I think you probably have some misunderstanding about the word cute. Even you think it's cute."

Shen Bihan still raised his thin lips and smiled, as if to take it for granted: "this reason itself is not cute, but because you made it, you set it off lovely."

“……”

The tone of "it's like this" made Wen Muxi don't know how to answer this sentence for a while.

Shen Bihan is probably addicted. He plans to kiss him while Wen Muxi is stunned.

But this time he was avoided by Wen Muxi's quick reaction.

"It's becoming more and more ruthless to turn around so quickly and don't even kiss people." he complained softly, but he still had the face to be wronged.

"If you have nothing else to do, can you give way a little?" she simply said more ruthlessly.

Shen Bihan was not surprised to hear this. Instead, he raised his lips and smiled.

Like a fool.

But the fool saw through her heart.

Wen Muxi was particularly upset when he thought of it. He closed the door and was about to leave.

When she was about to pass by, Shen Bihan stretched out his hand and pulled her.

Quickly stopped smiling and asked him to stay: "don't go, it's really something."

Wen Muxi impatiently shook away his hand. Although his eyebrows were tightly frowned, his steps stopped.

He said with a slight smile, "it's agreed to send gifts. How can I leave before the gifts are sent?"

Wen Muxi subconsciously looked at the remnants of the eight tone box of the merry go round in the corner, which was almost forgotten by her. He instinctively wondered whether Shen Bihan planned to let her swallow the pile of things before she was allowed to leave.

After all, according to Shen Bihan's temperament, it's not surprising to make such revenge.

When she was still hesitating whether to eat or not, Shen Bihan bent down and took out another exactly the same box from the big paper bag at the door and handed it to her.

"Deng Deng Deng --" he asked her with a smile on his face, "how's it going? Is it a surprise?"

Wen Muxi stared at the same box in front of him and opened it with trembling hands.

As like as two peas, she still had a light purple paper and the same carousel box.

He did two

Shen Bihan was also a little proud: "I had expected that you might drop something, so I made one more. I didn't expect to use it. Xi Xi won't waste my heart at all."

Wen Muxi seems to chew an orange with skin. It's bitter and astringent, with a trace of orange petal sweetness. I really can't tell what it's like.

When she reached for the music box made by Shen Bihan, Shen Bihan was nervous.

"Don't smash it again. It's really troublesome. I'll do it twice. If you fall again, I'll have to stay up late again." Shen Bihan said, and some wronged put a hand wearing black silk in front of her, muttering in a low voice: "my hand still hurts now."

At this time, Wen Muxi noticed that Shen Bihan, who had always been used to wearing white gloves, was wearing black today. The first time she saw him wearing black gloves was when he hadn't taken care of himself for a long time.

Knowing what might be under the black glove, Wen Muxi still couldn't control his hand trying to get close to him and loosened the position of his fingers. Only then did he carefully take off the black glove on his hand.

I saw that the big hands, which were whiter than normal people, were covered with all kinds of scars from the palm of the hand to the fingers and then to the back of the hand. Some were scalded and scratched by sharp tools. Many wounds even began to show signs of ulceration because of too much clarity.

Wen Muxi subconsciously clenched the newly removed black glove in her hand and instinctively wanted to care, but when she looked at his hands, she didn't dare to touch them. There were injuries everywhere. She was afraid of touching him.

"It's ugly, isn't it? I think so. Xi Xi, don't look at it."

Shen Bihan said he was going to take his hand back and hide behind him, but Wen Muxi grabbed her wrist.

Tears are swirling in the warm wooden eyes.

She can't imagine how Shen Bihan hugged her with these scarred hands just now. Doesn't he hurt with such a tight hug

The more Wen Muxi thought, the more sore his eyes and nose were.

Although moving is one thing, Wen Muxi exposed him ruthlessly.

"Shen Bihan, you deliberately hurt yourself. Don't think I don't know!" she roared, with an uncontrollable sob in her voice.

Shen Bihan smelled the smile on Yan's face, but it was more brilliant. He didn't praise her embarrassed: "Xi Xi really knows me best. I really have ulterior motives."

The word shameless definitely underestimates Shen Bihan. When this guy goes crazy, he can even take his life, not to mention his hands.

Wen Muxi fiercely remembered that Shen Bihan's left hand was like this. His right hand must be no better, so he quickly grabbed the box in his hand.

I was going to put the box directly on the ground to check the situation of his right hand, but the guy suddenly had a mania for cleanliness and gave a nervous "ah" when he saw her action.

Wen Muxi was helpless. He had to compromise and put the box back in the paper bag next to him. Shen Bihan was finally satisfied and didn't comment again.

Put down what was in the way, Wen Muxi carefully took off the glove of his right hand. She was more careful and cautious than when taking off the other one, because she knew what kind of scars would be under this pair of expensive gloves.

But even if she had made enough preparations, when she really took off Shen Bihan's gloves, her breath was still tight.

The situation is more serious than she thought.

This kind of scald and the scar scratched by a sharp blade can't touch water, but this guy has a serious cleanliness habit. He always washes his hands ten times or even more than ordinary people, so... Most of the wounds are rotten, and it looks particularly frightening on his abnormally pale hand.

"Shen Bihan, don't you want these hands?" she asked sobbing.

"I want you enough. What else can I do with this hand? If I can change it, I will change it with you right away." he said miserably, and directly extended his hand to Wen Muxi.

Wen Muxi was completely speechless, just like a big stone in his chest that had just experienced a failure. When he hammered it down, he not only smashed the stone, but also deeply praised her heart.