28 In their relationship, he always has the upper hand.

"Okay, okay..." Shen He'an sighed softly, and his large palm gently and delicately stroked her back, calming her rapid breathing.

One hand tightly grasped the hem of his shirt, and the shirt that was specially ironed every day was wrinkled. The man who always showed meticulousness didn't care at all. He just lowered his head and kissed the person in his arms with soft eyebrows and eyes, and coaxed softly while kissing: "

What marriage, how could I possibly go to a marriage, dear? There is no such thing at all..."

Jiang Lai nestled in his arms and sobbed softly, her body shaking slightly, which made Shen He'an feel helpless and distressed: "Why are you crying? For such a false thing... Don't cry, baby..."

The thing that she had been entangled for so long was just a light "false" in Shen He'an's mouth.

Jiang Lai really felt that she was useless. On the one hand, she hated Chen He'an so much that she wanted to never see him again in her life, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but crave the warmth of his embrace. Her mind went blank, and she only knew to press her cheek against Chen He'an's chest.

It was warm there, and it once gave her the illusion of security.

Jiang Lai stopped talking, and Chen He'an thought she was tired of crying, so he didn't bother her anymore, but just carried her downstairs to have dinner.

Jiang Lai couldn't eat much for dinner, and after taking a few bites of rice, she said unhappily that she wanted to go upstairs to rest. Chen He'an looked distressed, and sat next to her with a bowl, and coaxed her to eat a little more. Jiang Lai looked so reluctant, so he put down the bowl.

"How about a little dessert?" Shen Hean coaxed her in a gentle voice: "I bought Basque for the baby and put it in the refrigerator. I'll go get it now, okay?"

"No." Jiang Lai didn't even bother to pull the corner of his lips: "I have no appetite."

Shen Hean sighed softly and tried to coax her, but saw that Jiang Lai's face was a little pale, frowning and impatiently said: "My stomach is uncomfortable, I really don't want to eat, can you stop talking?"

Jiang Lai's tone was inevitably a little bad because she was speaking in a hurry and still holding back her emotions.

Shen Hean was slightly stunned for a moment, and then gently slowed down his voice, talking to her like a child as usual: "Good girl, I'm just worried about you, afraid that you won't eat too little, don't talk to her in this tone, okay? If you don't want to eat, we won't eat..."

But Jiang Lai didn't buy his tricks now. What did Shen Hean think she was? An object of domestication? Or a prescription to cure his disease?

Everything is possible, except girlfriend, except lover.

She brushed away Chen He'an's hand that was touching her head, her voice rose in excitement, and her nose and eyes flushed red in an instant: "Can you stop controlling me all the time? Who are you to me? What qualifications do you have to control me like this-"

"Xiao Man." Chen He'an's tone became deeper, and he took her nickname as a warning signal.

Jiang Lai's nose was sore, and the angry words that were about to come out were stuck in her throat. The words that she couldn't say were swallowed back under the man's heavy gaze, like swallowing a fish bone, which pierced her throat, esophagus, stomach and heart and began to hurt.

Jiang Lai knew that she was going to lose her composure again. She hurriedly covered her eyelids, pushed Chen He'an's arm that was restrained on her waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to go upstairs to rest."

"Good boy..." The name in her ear returned to the familiar doting title, but Jiang Lai only felt extremely tired.

Was Chen He'an really unwilling to explain anything to her? Or maybe he didn't know how to explain it to her, afraid that if he explained the relationship between the two of them too clearly, they wouldn't be able to continue in this muddled way?

Shen He'an frowned slightly, and he was indeed a little confused. He thought Jiang Lai was jealous, and it was normal for her to be unhappy when she heard the rumor that he might have an arranged marriage, but he told her so clearly that there was no arranged marriage, why was Jiang Lai still unhappy?

"There is really no arranged marriage, and I don't have any relationship with other opposite sexes." Shen He'an reiterated again, and seeing that Jiang Lai's expression was still ugly, he softened his voice and coaxed: "Why are you unhappy, Guaiguai? What did my mother say to you? Did she bully us Guaiguai? Baby, good boy, tell me, okay..."

Jiang Lai sniffed and turned her head away as if to escape: "I want to rest."

Shen He'an sighed slightly, and couldn't bear to force Jiang Lai to speak, so he planned to accompany her until she was willing to speak. So he followed Jiang Lai's words and said, "Okay, I'll help you take a bath, okay? Take a bath, ok? I'll get you a little yellow duck."

"No need." Jiang Lai looked unwilling to say more, and went upstairs before Shen He'an.

Shen He'an followed behind her, and he took a step up the stairs when she took a step, like a huge shadow, inseparable.

Jiang Lai really didn't want to see Shen He'an, she needed some quiet time.

Of course, she didn't let Shen He'an help her take a bath, but at Shen He'an's insistence, she still took a bath in the rose bubble bath he prepared.

The bathroom door was closed quietly, and the bathroom returned to silence. A few bubbles floated into the air as she patted them, and then slowly burst.

Every strand of her long hair had just been properly gathered into the shower cap by Shen He'an, and Jiang Lai let her chin sink into the white bubbles.

What should she do? How should she tell Shen He'an that she liked him so much, she wanted to fall in love with him, and wanted to be with him for the rest of her life - in a visible identity.

How would he respond to her? Jiang Lai guessed that Shen Hean would look at her with a little surprise but calmness, and asked her gently and cruelly: Dear, how could you have such an idea?

Jiang Lai thought that the two of them should have a tacit understanding, and whoever exposed it would be the time for this relationship to end. It seemed that from the moment she approached him strategically and in a specific identity, it was impossible.

When Shen Hean came in, he saw Jiang Lai absentmindedly poking the bubbles in the bathtub. She looked dazed, just like when he checked the surveillance footage in the afternoon and saw her sitting in the living room in a daze with a pen in her mouth.

Cute, I want to kiss her.

Shen Hean thought so, and did so. He closed the bathroom door, and in Jiang Lai's indifferent eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

As for why he didn't kiss her lips, of course it was because Jiang Lai's entire chin was buried in the water.

Shen Hean sighed softly, raised his hand and fished her chin out of the water, not caring that the bathtub water wet the cuffs of his suit. He kissed Jiang Lai's wet lips and whispered at a distance of only a few millimeters from her lips: "How many times have I told you not to bury your face in the bath when you take a bath, is it dirty, ok?" Don't kiss

me if you think it's dirty.

Jiang Lai thought angrily in her heart, but didn't want to speak to Shen Hean, so she raised her hand and hit the water surface hard, splashing Shen Hean's face and body with water.

Shen Hean wiped the water off her face carelessly, and looked deeply at Jiang Lai's half-exposed breasts because of the action of splashing water - most of the white skin was still heaving because of her excited panting.

Shen Hean said like a gentleman, "The water is cold, it's time to get up", while staring at her with a cannibalistic look and fished her out of the bathtub.

Jiang Lai was naked, and she looked like a slippery fish, but Shen Hean always had a way to hold her in his arms, and then washed the foam off her body with skillful movements.

Jiang Lai struggled in vain, and could only lie dead in Shen Hean's arms, pretending to be a dead fish stranded on the shore.

Of course, the price was that Shen Hean's clothes were all wet.

He took the clean bath towel and wrapped it around Jiang Lai from behind. Before wrapping her whole body, Shen He'an lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, and then lowered it a little bit and kissed her two cherry red cheeks.

Jiang Lai trembled as if she had been electrified, and raised her head and glared at Shen He'an: "Don't touch me!" Shen He'an

smiled good-naturedly: "I won't touch you, dear, I'll make you feel comfortable, okay?"

Jiang Lai looked at Shen He'an. His shirt was all wet, sticking to his chest, revealing his firm and full muscles. The old-fashioned and serious shirt in the past has become a pure natural sexy underwear, not to mention that his hair was lifted to the back because she splashed it with water, and the whole person looked extremely erotic.

Jiang Lai's heart moved slightly.

So when Shen He'an kissed her, she did not refuse. When she felt the familiar, numb feeling, Jiang Lai was a little indulged again, but she had to drink while she was here, and Jiang Lai thought, it would be worth it to enjoy Shen He'an's body.

But... Jiang Lai turned her face away with difficulty: "You, you are not allowed to come in..."

"Okay." Shen He'an knelt between her legs and responded gently, his tone was indulgent as if she could do anything she wanted.

Jiang Lai's heart felt a little sour again, as if it was grasped by a hand, numb and painful.

"Are you comfortable?"

Shen He'an asked her.

"Do you like it?"

he asked again.

Jiang Lai bit her lip and didn't speak, but arched her waist at that moment. Shen

He'an's face was wet again.

He smiled slightly, looked up at her, and said gently: "As long as you are comfortable, dear."

With a blurred vision, Jiang Lai looked down at him. Even though Shen He'an's posture was a little humiliating in this situation, his expression was still calm.

In their relationship, he has always had the upper hand.