1469: Let me wear this for you.

Let me wear this for you.

Putting aside his tyranny and overbearing behavior, there did not seem to be other shortcomings.2

Despite his tyranny, there were times that he could be so adorable as well.

A sense of belonging well up from within her!

He turned around and glanced at her.

Feeling guilty, she quickly composed herself and struggled to get up to put on the robe herself. "I'll do it myself! I'll wear it; you don't need—"

Scoffing, he slapped her hand away.

She winced and glared at him petulantly as she rubbed the back of her palm, which had been slapped painfully pinkish by him.

This man sure had a strong wrist power.

A light slap was enough to make her hand red.

"Let me do it myself!"

She reached out to grab the robe defiantly, only to have him slapped her hand away one more time.

"I'm wearing this for you."

It was an order this time.

He seemed to enjoy the process of serving her and, thus, furrowed his brows in irritation when she protested again. This simple gesture was commanding enough without saying a word more.

She bit her lower lip and glared at him one more time.

To him, though, her angry look was too alluring to ignore; hence, he dipped his head suddenly and planted a hard and fierce kiss on her lips. His ferocious bite was as if he were trying to swallow her alive.

Under his commanding look, she could only give in obediently.

As he put on the bathrobe for her, he took the chance to grope her all over again.

She could only leave him to his free will, knowing full well that her one choice was to obey. Besides, she was too weak to protest anymore.

After he dressed her up, he slapped her on the butt.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Huh?"

Her mind had wandered by then. She recollected her thoughts and mulled for a while. "I… want to eat everything; is it possible?"

Mu Yazhe: "…"

What a glutton!

He walked to the living room and ordered a deluxe set meal.

Soon, the service staff rang the bell and brought in the food.

By the time she came out of the bedroom, she could see that the food had been laid out nicely on the dining table. There were two exquisite candle lights in the center, and under their warm glow, she saw the delectable selection.

It just took one look for her stomach to start growling again; she was really famished by then.

Creamy mushroom pasta…

White truffle puff…

French escargots…

Fillet mignon…

Oh, god!

She could feel herself salivating excessively. Swallowing down a mouthful, she fought hard against the urge to lunge at the food and tried to maintain her statuesque, instead.

The man stood behind and hugged her by the shoulders, jesting, "Why, aren't you getting too impatient…"

"…"

"Stupid woman, you have to be more restrained and ladylike."

"Eh."

After she sat at the dining table, he took his seat as well.

Both glanced at each other.

She chuckled out of the blue. "Well, this is my first time having a candlelight dinner!"

Cocking a brow, he chortled. "This is already past dinnertime!"

"Candlelight supper…"

"Have a try."

He propped his chin in his palms lazily and signaled her to try the dish with his eyes. "This is authentic Italian cuisine."

This was truly authentic, unlike what they had back in China.

She nodded and could not wait to start as she stared at the feast spread in front of her.

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