Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

"boom."

The bathroom door was violently kicked open from outside.

Gu Chenye walked to the bathtub in a few steps and fished Yan Ji up from the bottom of the water. His face was so cold that it looked like frost would form on his face: "Yan Ji, are you crazy? If you want to die, find another place."

Yan Ji gasped, and it took a long time for her dilated pupils to finally focus. What she saw was the man's furious face. She looked at the bath, the woman was gone, and the water was crystal clear.

She let go of her hand around Gu Chenye's waist, lowered her wet eyelashes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Asleep."

After saying that, he frowned slightly: "I'm taking a shower, what did you come in for?"

"Haha," Gu Chenye laughed angrily at her slap. "If I didn't come in, I would have bought a cemetery for you tomorrow."

He knocked on the door several times outside, but Yan Ji didn't respond, so he kicked the door in.

"I didn't think about dying."

Even if she wanted to, she would drag those people into hell one by one to die.

Yan Ji reached for the bathrobe on the shelf in front of him. She was pulled directly out of the bathtub by Gu Chenye. She was naked. Now she was standing in front of him. She didn't show any shyness on her face, she was so calm. Turn around, reach out...

Gu Chenye, on the other hand, calmly turned his head and looked away when she stood up straight.

Although he and Yan Ji had done those things before, each time they had turned off the lights and could only see a blurry shadow of each other, and seven out of ten times it was in the middle of the night, and he was sleeping soundly. He was forced to wake up under the stimulation of her superior woman.

He has no feelings for Yan Ji, and coupled with her completely disregarding the life and death of others, any man will feel frustrated. Under such circumstances, love affairs are naturally perfunctory, not to mention foreplay, which is just comfort when the love is strong. No.

Therefore, Gu Chenye was familiar and unfamiliar with Yan Ji's body, and turning away his eyes was a gentleman at heart, which made him act subconsciously.

But before his eyes moved away for a second, they fell back on Yan Ji's back: "When did you get these on your back?"

There are several scars of different lengths crisscrossing the woman's slender back. These scars have healed and turned white, and they look like they are old at first glance.

Yanji's skin is white, and the scar is just a white mark. It is almost impossible to detect without light.

"This..." Yan Ji touched his back and said nonchalantly: "I forgot, he was probably beaten."

Her tone was long and full of meaning.

Gu Chenye's eyes were dark, "You used to have a bad life in your hometown?"

He never asked Yan Ji about his past before coming to Yan's house, and Yan Ji never told him about his childhood.

The woman's eyes fell on him for a long time, her lips parted slightly, and she suddenly let out a chuckle from her throat.

Gu Chenye frowned: "Can't you speak properly? Do you have to be so sinister?"

Yan Ji ignored him. She stepped out of the bathtub, put on her slippers and walked out, "Why are you looking for me?"

"The noodles are cooked."

"..." These words are easily misunderstood. In addition, Yan Ji's mind was flooded and he couldn't react for a moment, so he blurted out: "Did you cook it?"

Gu Chenye: "Aunt Song cooked it. I was about to come up. She asked me to call you."

Yan Ji nodded, without changing her clothes, and went downstairs wrapped in her nightgown. Gu Chenye was walking behind. She originally thought he was going back to the study, but halfway down the stairs, she turned around and saw that he was following her downstairs.

Yan Ji stopped and raised his eyebrows: "You want to go downstairs again?"