The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!-Chapter 956: Hypnosis (Part 6)

He didn’t expect that even with just a breath left, Xin could strike back fiercely, giving him a hard blow!

This blow was enough to make his life unbearable.

He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt himself, or even dying at her hands... he just couldn’t tolerate his Yiliang becoming someone else’s puppet!

If killing him was the only way for her to return to normal, he would rather die at her hands. After all, his life was saved by her anyway; without her, he might have died more than once already.

Yan Sijue’s lips fell on her cheek, and Mu Yiliang instinctively pushed him away: "Si Jue, don’t..."

He laughed hoarsely: "Alright, if you say don’t, then don’t."

Mu Yiliang quietly let out a sigh of relief.

At the banquet hall, it took her a long time to mentally prepare herself so that she could resist pushing him away when he kissed her.

But now, at the thought of engaging in more intimate acts with him, every cell in her body began to resist.

"You must be tired, go take a bath." Yan Sijue noticed how she sighed in relief, yet his smile remained flawless.

Mu Yiliang nodded, left his embrace, and went to the bathroom.

That idea started swirling in her mind again.

Kill Yan Sijue, kill him!

If they share a bed, she should be able to find an opportunity, right?

When Mu Yiliang came out of the bathroom, she found Yan Sijue already bathed and sitting on the bed in pajamas, holding a book in his hands.

Under the warm lamp light, his face appeared extremely gentle, like a fine oil painting.

Mu Yiliang paused, a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart, as if she should have been exceptionally happy seeing this scene.

But a more domineering force shattered that nascent feeling, leaving only aversion and resistance towards him.

Thus, her steps halted.

The man looked up at her and smiled gently: "What’s wrong?"

"Uh... I, I’ll go dry my hair." She turned in a flurry towards the dressing table.

Yan Sijue’s gaze tightened, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walking to her side.

Mu Yiliang held the hairdryer in her hand, but Yan Sijue gently took it away. He picked up her wet hair with one hand and began drying it with the other.

His movements were very skilled, as if he had done this countless times.

Mu Yiliang looked at herself in the mirror, and... Yan Sijue behind her.

A hint of struggle flashed in her eyes.

But in the end, she just lowered her eyes, giving him no response.

Before long, her hair was seventy or eighty percent dry. Yan Sijue turned off the hairdryer, ran his hands through her hair to loosen it. Then he opened a drawer and chuckled lightly: "The skincare products are here, all the brands you usually use."

Mu Yiliang paused, murmuring, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Yiliang," Yan Sijue whispered in her ear, "We are husband and wife."

His breath enveloped her.

Mu Yiliang hurriedly lowered her head to grab the skincare products, avoiding his overly intense aura.

Yan Sijue smiled bitterly in silence, his hands slowly clenching. Even though he had anticipated this, the scene was still too difficult for him.

They were once so close and intimate, yet now her resistance and aversion were equally hurtful.