Chapter 5

He was taken aback

"What are you angry about?" He embraced her from behind, his height of 182 cm completely enveloping the petite figure of hers in his arms

The makeup is all messed up, and it looks a bit disgusting

How many days?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly the process of accumulation must have been quite lengthy.

She pushed him away, indeed, he is just of this character

She forced a smile; after six months of married life, his intrusion into her life seemed to be more than she had imagined

"What do you understand?" She quickly walked a few steps into the room, turned her back to him, and stuffed her underwear into the drawer. "What clothes to wear should match what shoes and bags, laid out on the floor for easy selection," she said, forcing herself to remain calm and speaking with conviction

He smiled dismissively and said, "Are you accustomed to throwing your 'favorite' things on the ground?"

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Go wash up! Her heart trembled slightly, absolutely unable to believe that a shameless guy like him would be hurt by her unintentional words. If his spirit were so fragile, he would have committed suicide ten thousand times already

She was very close to him, and he effortlessly wrapped her in his arms. Her mind was somewhat hazy, having been pulled and dragged by him all night, and now it finally felt like an embrace.

She silently surveyed her surroundings; this was her absolute territory, and she could not even tolerate a cleaner.

He naturally opened the door and walked in, holding a key in his hand. She was not surprised; his remarkable adaptability to unfamiliar environments was something she could not help but admire.

He lowered his head to look at her, and she looked back at him, hoping to discern something from his beautiful yet profound black eyes

"Hmm," she continued calmly, walking back to the small hall, and said in a tone that did not require thanks: "All the trash has been put into the kitchen bin"

She, wrapped in a towel and glistening with moisture, squinted her eyes and broke into a mischievous smile as she stepped forward

She is too lazy to pay attention to him; many matters cannot be resolved through "communication." When one person expects kindness from another and explicitly demands it verbally, even if they receive it, the taste is akin to leftover food, ultimately not the flavor they truly desire.

The premise is that he does not speak

Hearing his previous statement made me angry, and the next statement is even worse than the last one

As she opened the door and turned on the light, she heard him take a cautious breath.

May I ask how many days the garbage has not been taken out

Tang Lingtao smiled mockingly, squatted down, picked up a thin jacket she had changed out of, and glanced around. Shopping bags, takeout boxes, various types of handbags and leather shoes were all around, a dazzling array of items, with everything imaginable.

She pushed his hand away and went to the wardrobe to get her change of clothes without looking back

I no longer wish to say much to him, truly. If he were mute, perhaps their marriage could last a little longer

Every time she caught a glimpse of affection in his eyes, before her heart could soar, it would directly "crash" to the ground.

I helped you take out the trash once. He smirked and said, It's almost piled up like a mountain

He stepped forward, as if to soothe her anger, but abruptly stopped, bending down to retrieve a metallic hook-like object from beneath his leather shoe. He held it up to his eyes and asked, "What is this?"

I have not had the time to tidy up these past few days

She cast a glance and was instantly filled with rage, rushing over to push him aside. Indeed, there was a patch of glass powder at his feet. "My crystal earrings!" she glared at him fiercely, "This is my favorite pair!" she lamented with indignation.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, curled the corner of his mouth, and did not respond

She felt a bit embarrassed as she calmly walked through the cluttered room, saying, "Don't worry, it wasn't a burglary." It was clear that he would instinctively react to the sight of the disarray.

I merely spoke the truth, must you apply such a colorful makeup? I watched you fussing in front of the mirror for over half an hour, yet the result is not even as good as when you just washed your face

She remained silent, quietly enjoying his embrace

She sniffed, letting out a cold snort that pierced through his deceitful lie meant to elicit gratitude: "You have a nicotine addiction, didn't you just go downstairs to smoke and happened to spill it?"

Hmm. He nodded slightly, and although there was still a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with a cold light

She thought for a moment, "Three days"

Tang Lingtao nodded and said, "Fortunately, it hasn't attracted any pests yet. Does it not attract cockroaches?"

A charming and eloquent young man, who can effortlessly utter sweet nothings to enchant girls as easily as breathing, yet he refuses to say a word to her

She immediately stepped back, deliberately exaggerating as she covered her nose, "The smell of garbage mixed with smoke, a stench of a vulgar ruffian, don't come any closer"

The living room has been roughly tidied up by him, with the trash all removed, and the shoes and bags neatly placed in the corner. The clothes she changed out of have also been packed into two shopping bags on the sofa, creating a large area of open space in the living room, which appears much tidier.

He glanced at it and, with an expression of finding great fortune amidst misfortune, said: "Fortunately, the lunch boxes inside have finally been cleared away"

She finally broke down and shouted angrily: "Tang Lingtao!"

She stared blankly at the bathroom door he had closed. Perhaps the term "local ruffian" was his Achilles' heel? She shook her head in amusement; could he really have a weakness? Even if that term could hurt him, did he know how much pain his words had inflicted on her?

His arms were wrapped tightly around her, and she pressed against him, enjoying the comfort of his firm muscles. The most difficult part about their divorce was the sensation of his exceptional physique and the sense of security she felt while falling asleep in his embrace—after all, he was a bodyguard, and with him by her side, she at least didn't have to worry about being kidnapped or assassinated, nothing more than that, it must be only this!

Having taken a shower, she emerged from the bathroom, slightly taken aback as she dried her hair

She angrily punched him in the chest, how wonderful it would be if he could say something tender at such a moment? Why did he have to come out with such an impatient line? Indeed, expecting him to utter any gentle words is akin to hoping that a domestic duck can soar high into the sky

However, his presence here did not seem out of place to her

"Don't tell me that what to wear also requires matching packaging boxes?" He walked over to the small dining table, where paper bags with various restaurant logos nearly overwhelmed the surrounding chairs and floor

She enjoys being held by him in this way, as it gives her the illusion of being cherished and loved by him, even more so than being intimate with him.

Moreover, she has never been able to "communicate" with him

The sudden silence felt somewhat ambiguous, and she noticed a ripple pass through his bright eyes. What was it? Before she could analyze, she heard him softly say: "Go take a shower..."