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

Chapter 134 Is it okay?

After finishing her meal, Shen Feiwan remained unceremonious, saying, "I'm not washing this bowl; you insisted on making it for me."

"I'll go wash." Bo Junxing's tone was indifferent, but with a hint of indulgence. "If I don't wash, I can hire a maid later. I don't need you at all."

What about the future? But there will be no future.

However, Shen Feiwan was too lazy to argue with Bo Junxing. She got up and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

When she came out, Bo Junxing had already tidied the table and was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

As he tidied up, he asked Shen Feiwan, "What are your plans for later? It's probably not a good time to sleep right after eating."

Shen Feiwan stretched and said, "I'll watch TV for a while, and then I'll go to sleep when I get sleepy."

"Okay." Bo Junxing responded indifferently and continued with his work.

A short while later, the sound of a television playing came from the living room.

Bo Junxing also sped up the washing of the dishes. After washing them, he took out the fresh fruit he had just bought that day, washed and cut it, and arranged it into an exquisite platter.

When he carried the fruit platter into the living room, he saw Shen Feiwan constantly adjusting her posture on the sofa.

She frowned slightly, looking a little irritated because she couldn't find the most suitable position.

Bo Junxing strode over and found a spot next to her.

After sitting down, Bo Junxing patted his thigh, gesturing for Shen Feiwan to lie down.

Shen Feiwan was worried about not having a suitable pillow, so she lay down and rested her head on Bo Junxing's lap.

Shen Feiwan quickly found a comfortable position and her eyes returned to the television screen.

Bo Junxing kept watching her, letting her wriggle on his lap.

After she had settled in, Bo Junxing asked, "Would you like some fruit?"

"You feed me."

"Strawberries, dragon fruit, blueberries, and grapes, which one do you want?"

"Of course we want them all."

Bo Junxing did not respond again, but continued to feed Shen Feiwan.

Shen Feiwan seemed to realize something and suddenly sneered, "I've never seen you so considerate before, but now that we're getting a divorce, look how attentive you are. Men are just like that."

Bo Junxing's statement is irrefutable.

After patiently waiting for Shen Feiwan to finish eating the fruit, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

He pried open her lips and kissed her deeply.

Shen Feiwan engaged him in a fierce battle, exchanging blows back and forth.

When they parted, Bo Junxing tried to bite her, but Shen Feiwan pushed him away, saying, "If you bite my lips again and draw blood, I'll cut you off."

Bo Junxing was somewhat shocked, "What did you cut?"

"……There."

"...You're murdering your husband."

"Soon I'll be your ex-husband. Ex-husband, whatever."

Bo Junxing was so angry at her mentioning "ex-husband" that he laughed. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her onto his lap.

Shen Feiwan didn't struggle at all, because she felt very comfortable lying on him. Even if he asked her to get up, she wouldn't budge.

Seeing her so content, Bo Junxing couldn't help but ask, "Do you like it?"

Shen Feiwan stared at the TV and asked, "What do you like?"

“On my crotch.” Bo Junxing recalled the past, his voice deep and magnetic, “You’ve always been very bold. You used to sit on my crotch and rub against me in front of other people.”

These suggestive words seemed to have a magical power, pulling those ambiguous scenes from the past back into their minds.

Upon hearing this, Shen Feiwan smiled and raised an eyebrow, "So you're flirting with me now?"

Her eyes held a hint of provocation as she stared directly into Bo Junxing's gaze.

Bo Junxing's eyes burned with desire. "Is it alright?"