1 My Haughty Husband

When Tao Yaoyao came out of the bathroom, the man in the bed had woken up and was leaning back against the pillows staring at her.

His eyes were deep set, and no emotion could be seen on his face. He beckoned to her, "Come here."

His lips were curled into a beautiful arc. His smile resembled a wave rippling through the water.

Tao Yaoyao felt excited, and her spirits lifted.

The man had exquisite features, and he was haughty, cold, and aloof. He seemed like a handsome man who had emerged from the ACG world.

Tao Yaoyao felt as if her life was perfect when she thought about the fact that he was her husband.

Although their marriage contract stated that they would be a contractual couple for only three months, maybe if they really slept together...it wouldn't be impossible to turn three months into forever, ha, ha...

Tao Yaoyao feigned nonchalance as she walked toward the man. She stopped near the edge of the bed and asked coquettishly, "What?"

"Don't you mean what do you want to do?" The man tilted his head and looked at her. His eyes gleamed, and she vaguely felt an ambivalent sinister aura.

Tao Yaoyao choked up, and then she muttered, "That's the truth."

The man couldn't help but chuckle as he sat up in bed.

After a long time, Tao Yaoyao finally squeezed out the sentence, "You mean, between us...nothing has happened?"

The man was silent. He had a cold, arrogant expression on his face, and his eyes gleamed mischievously.

Tao Yaoyao's mouth twitched several times, and she pointed to the small dark red bloodstain on the bedsheet, "Don't tell me that's not my blood."

Although her voice wasn't loud, every word she said was weighty, as if she was accusing an unfaithful man.

If he dared to treat her like this, she must now rush over and assault him while she was in the dominant position and he was in the submissive position.

"You're overthinking things." Feng Zhuo leaned back again and glanced at her with contempt. His every movement and gesture carried the aura of aristocratic arrogance.

"Then what is that bloodstain?" Tao Yaoyao glared at him with wide eyes.

This was unbelievable. This guy had always lusted after her. He'd even stalked, kidnapped, and imprisoned her (Are you sure?). In the end, she'd let him be her three-month contractual husband, and he'd agreed without hesitation.

Now, she'd taken the initiative to make a move on him, so how could he not reciprocate?

This was unreasonable, too unreasonable.

Feng Zhuo spread his hands out innocently.

Oh, no! Tao Yaoyao's head felt as if it had been struck by a bolt out of the blue. Her facial expression locked in place, her movements froze, and seemingly her whole body started to degenerate.

"Your nosebleed had nothing to do with my fingers."

Tao Yaoyao's chin almost fell to the ground.

This, this, this...it was a nosebleed? Why then had he made it sound so romantically ambiguous?

She simply felt speechless and exasperated.

Although her memory toward the end was blurry, she remembered things. How could nothing have happened between them?

"Why? Do you want me to mess with you?"

"What, what...I just don't think that it's that big of a deal. Everyone here is an adult."

Feng Zhuo raised his eyes lazily, and his thin lips smiled. "Oh? But don't you praise asceticism? Don't you like ascetic, handsome men?"

"The abstinent handsome men I like are abstinent from everyone except me...." Of course, Tao Yaoyao would never say that out loud.

She chuckled. "Asceticism is an internet buzzword. The person appears to have no sexual desire, but, in fact, asceticism is different from asexuality. These people are just not that passionate. Once they fall in love, they will love more deeply than ordinary people and have no desire for people who they do not love."

There was sudden realization on Feng Zhuo's face. "It's not that I'm not passionate. I feel that the women I meet have been too unattractive."

He had a contemptuous expression in his eyes.

Tao Yaoyao was taken aback for a moment, and then she understood that she was being insulted. Her face instantly turned bright red, and she retorted, "How am I unattractive...?"

Her ego got the better of her, and she completely forgot about maintaining her image.

Puff! Her ego had been bruised, and now she was fuming with rage.