Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 335

The bedroom door closed, and Shen Feiwan continued to walk in, but Bo Junxing grabbed her wrist.

"You let me in just to show him, like when you forced me to divorce you, to deliberately humiliate me."

Shen Feiwan turned around and rolled her eyes at him, "You're overthinking it."

She pushed open another door in the room. "There's a bathroom inside. The towels are in the cabinet. Take care of yourself."

Bo Junxing knew he was in a very sorry state.

He raised his hand to touch his still-sore cheek, then suddenly hissed in pain, "It hurts so much. Aren't you going to help me?"

His response was the sound of Shen Feiwan slamming the door shut.

A few minutes later, when Bo Jun walked out of the guest room, he saw Shen Feiwan squatting in the living room, picking up the broken glass from the floor piece by piece.

“I’ll do it.” Bo Junxing strode over and squatted down, naturally taking the tissue from Shen Feiwan’s hand. “The light bulb shards are too sharp. Be careful not to hurt your delicate skin.”

Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, but did not refuse.

Bo Junxing kept his head down, looking very serious and attentive. Shen Feiwan didn't leave either; she stood beside him, watching his every move.

Suddenly, Bo Junxing spoke up, "Is your phone next to you? Turn on a flashlight, the light above your head isn't bright enough."

Shen Feiwan did not respond, but the beam of light immediately shone down from above Bo Junxing, illuminating every inch of the area where his fingers passed.

As the last piece of debris was picked up, Shen Feiwan suddenly spoke, "Your injury..."

She paused, then asked, "Is it done yet?"

Bo Junxing threw the bandaged glass shards into the trash can, straightened up, and brought his face close to Shen Feiwan's. "Look at this, how could this injury heal so quickly?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, suddenly reached out and grabbed his left arm, then quickly let go.

Bo Junxing was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant, "So you're asking about the injuries here."

A gentle light appeared in his eyes. "You're finally showing concern for me?"

Shen Feiwan stared at him for two seconds, "It looks like you're all better now."

After saying that, she turned around.

Bo Junxing stepped forward and blocked her path with his body. "You're leaving already? You still have that gunshot wound in your chest. Aren't you going to check it?"

Shen Feiwan glanced at his chest. "I'm not a doctor. You tidy up the living room, and in return, you can use my guest room tonight."

Bo Junxing looked down at her, his eyes full of smiles. "Then can you come to the guest room tonight?"

Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes at him. "Don't you know I'm not divorced yet?"

After saying that, she walked towards the master bedroom without looking back.

Bo Junxing's eyes lit up, and he quickly caught up with her. "So you mean, divorce would solve it?"

Shen Feiwan remained silent, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under the light.

Bo Junxing stared at her, his eyes almost overflowing with expectation. "You're not saying anything... does that mean you agree? If not... then it's not a rejection either, right?"

Is that really the case? Shen Feiwan didn't know.

She suddenly raised her index finger and gently pressed it against Bo Junxing's lips. "Shh, don't speak. I'm thinking."

Bo Junxing immediately fell silent, but couldn't help pecking her fingertips lightly with his lips.

Seeing that she didn't pull away, he boldly grabbed her hand and pressed a burning kiss onto her soft palm.

Her lips traced the lines of her palm, and just as she was about to kiss her wrist, Shen Feiwan suddenly pulled her hand back.

It's true, people are strange. After returning from the snow mountain, I realized that my feelings for you, which I initially thought were due to the suspension bridge effect—that we had gone through life and death together—were actually quite different.

“People are really strange,” she said softly. “After returning from the snow mountain, I found that my feelings for you seem to have changed.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "I thought it was the suspension bridge effect, an illusion of going through life and death together. But I never expected that this feeling would last until now."

Bo Junxing's breathing stopped.

He gazed at her, his ears ringing as if a million butterflies were fluttering in his chest.

It turns out that extreme joy can cause a person to temporarily lose their hearing, and the whole world seems to consist only of her opening and closing lips.

"What did you say?" Bo Junxing grabbed Shen Feiwan's hands urgently. "I can't hear anything suddenly. Say it again."

"Can't you hear?" Shen Feiwan frowned. "Did you hurt your ears in the fight? Or your head?"

"Nothing." Bo Junxing shook his head, his nose almost touching hers. "Just now, my mind went blank."

He stared at Shen Feiwan with almost obsessive eyes, "Have you ever felt this way?"

Shen Feiwan shook her head seriously, "No. Why don't you go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow?"

"No, I'm fine." Bo Junxing's gaze was so intense it almost melted Shen Feiwan. "I think I'm just too happy."

He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Shen Feiwan suddenly raised her hand and held his face still.

Bo Junxing nuzzled her nose against hers unwillingly, their hot breaths mingling. "What's wrong..." His lips brushed against hers lightly. "Is it not allowed?"