The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

   "Maybe it’s not a fascination, just blindness, just like me, if I wasn’t blind, how could I ever believe you."

   "Looking back now, it feels terrible to be blind. Fortunately, I have recovered my sight, so thankful."

  Zhan Muqian's steps stopped for half a second, but soon continued to walk outside without looking back.

  Mianmian sighed heavily after he left.

  She never felt alive, it was such a tiring thing.

  Especially living next to Zhan Muqian.

  ……

  She leaned on the bed and stayed for a long time, but in the end she felt that she was in a daze like a fool, too ridiculous.

  She crawled out of the bed barefoot, turned on the bedside lamp at the other end, and then drew some paper towels to try to clean up the porridge he had poured on the bed.

  The porridge is not very hot anymore, but she can't handle the sticky beach.

  Mianmian has never done any housework since she was young. It can be said that she has not even washed a cup. It is really not clear to her what to do if the sheets and quilt are made like this...

  She checked the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

  Aunt Qiao should have rested.

  Other servants should also rest

  She didn't want to go downstairs and ask Aunt Qiao to help her.

  Especially seemed to be a trivial matter, and she felt that she might be able to deal with it.

  Mianmian ran to the bathroom to find a few clean towels, but after a long time toss, his hands were covered with sticky porridge stains, and the quilt seemed to be getting messy.

  The girl's eyes gradually turned red, staring helplessly at the mess, not knowing what to do.

  She is naturally obsessed with cleanliness, letting her spend a night facing this messy and dirty bedding is like torturing her soul.

  Her obsessive-compulsive disorder is destined to make her unable to sleep well.

  Zhan Mu Qian might have determined this, so he did it deliberately.

  Otherwise, she couldn't think of any need for this man to make such a naive move.

  She has never faced such a helpless and stupid situation.

  After ten minutes of tossing, she finally sat on the carpet and hugged her knees.

  Want to cry.

  She really wants to cry.

  Why her life has become so bad.

  …………

  In the master bedroom next door.

   There was a loud "bang".

   Jiang Ranran looked at the man who appeared at the bedroom door without warning with surprise and joy.

  The man was expressionless, kicking back and closing the door.

  Jiang Ranran's heart trembled, he was excited and nervous.

  With a young girl's anxiety, she hurriedly climbed down from the big bed to meet her...

  "Your Excellency, do you want to rest, do you want to have a supper? Do you want to drink milk before going to bed?"

  She had never tried to take care of this imperial man so close, she was nervous for fear of something wrong with her.

  However, Zhan Muqian even gave her alms with half of his eyes.

   bypassed the woman and walked towards the sofa.

  He lay on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested.

  Jiang Ranran was stunned, and said in a slightly disappointed tone, "Your Excellency, don't you need me to serve you?"

  The man lying on his back with his eyes closed quietly commanded coldly, “Go to the bed and play with yourself, yell louder, and make sure you hear clearly next door.”

   "..." Jiang Ranran's nose was sore, his eyes flushed, and he was full of humiliation.

"Your Mightiness……"

   "How?"

   She bit her lip and asked unwillingly, "Did you accept me just to act as the next door?"

   "If you don't want to, you can go now."