Your Most Faithful Companion

Inside the Clearwater residence, Ji Mingshu was unaware and would also never think her so-called husband just complimented her through his own lips

Ji Mingshu slept early, but because she forgot to adjust the humidifier before going to bed, she became thirsty soon after she slept in.

Waking up muddleheaded, she opened the door with her eyes half-closed before walking downstairs barefoot.

When she lived in Boca Tianhua, Ji Mingshu usually had a refrigerator in her bedroom, making it very convenient for her to drink water during the night.

As she thought of this, she silently cursed Cen Sen for forcing her back in this place without permission, and then going out to attend a business party himself; how inhumane!

Coincidentally, the inhumane person she was referring to had already come back. However, Ji Mingshu, who was very thirsty and only half-conscious, didn’t notice him standing near the door.

At the end of the social gathering, Cen Sen had already felt uncomfortable after drinking a decent amount of wine. However, because of his strong willpower, he could still remain calm, with no one noticing his abnormality.

When Cen Sen finished changing his shoes at the entrance, he tilted his head slightly and looked towards the skinny and charming figure that appeared in the kitchen upstairs.

He suddenly realized that he forgot to mention ‘body shape’ to the minor celebrity called something-Shu. Her looks, mannerisms, education, and family background were incomparable to Ji Mingshu—and her body shape was no exception.

It wasn’t the first time that other women had flirted with him, and it wasn’t his first time rejecting them either. To him, women are like decorative vases. Since he already possessed the most precious and beautiful one, why bother collecting defective products? He wasn’t a professional garbage collector.

Ji Mingshu had only drunk half a cup of cold water when she realized she was being embraced tightly by a pair of arms from behind.

After her brain blanked out for three seconds, she put her cup down and turned around, but her lips were soon blocked by Cen Sen’s, which reeked of wine.

Ji Mingshu wanted to resist, but Cen Sen trussed her arms behind her back with one hand while holding up her chin with the other, kissing even more fervently.

What the… was he drugged?

Ji Mingshu’s legs were initially free, but after a few attempts to defy Cen Sen, she was lifted onto the kitchen counter. The man’s body was also glued onto the counter, preventing her from moving.

“You pervert! Let me go!”

After a minute, Cen Sen finally showed a hint of tiredness. Ji Mingshu quickly resisted with her legs and kicked him. Her arms were also freed, and she pushed Cen Sen’s face away.

As she pushed Cen Sen back, Ji Mingshu sat on the edge of the kitchen counter, breathing heavily.

The ceiling lights of the first floor weren’t on, with the warm yellow LED lights being the only light source.

Ji Mingshu’s pink nightdress and her fair skin glowed under the dim light. She looked like a pretty yet innocent ghost with her moist and bright lips, unconsciously hooking others.

Cen Sen was obviously hooked by her. His fingers slid across his lower lip with his eyes on Ji Mingshu, before suddenly chuckling.

Ji Mingshu’s instinct told her that something wasn’t right, so she quickly backed up. But there was nowhere to go, leaving her to watch helplessly as Cen Sen came forward and carried her with ease.

“What are you doing! Let me down! Pervert!” Ji Mingshu struggled with all her might in Cen Sen’s chest as they headed upstairs.

But because she used diets instead of exercise to maintain body shape, her struggles were like kitten scratches in front of Cen Sen. His collar soon became untidy after Ji Mingshu’s savagery. Still, he only smiled it off carelessly with an aura of a refined rascal.