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What? What did he say?
Intimacy between couples?
Are we even a couple? Haven't we always been in a master-slave relationship? When did oppression also require intimacy? This domineering young master is becoming increasingly difficult to serve.
I wore a bitter expression, still unable to recover from this kind of relationship, when I saw Xiao Minxing walk over to the closet, open it, and take out a few pieces of clothing. He handed them directly to me and said, "Wear this set."
I glanced at the dark-colored, somewhat conservative outfit, feeling even more distressed.
See? I don't even have the autonomy to choose what to wear, yet he talks about couple's intimacy. This must be his new way of tormenting me.
However, once I put on the clothes, I felt something was off and hurriedly looked at Xiao Minxing.
It turned out that he was wearing a matching couple's outfit as well. Today he wore a black suit, but his shirt was light red, and the color of his tie was a shade darker than his shirt. The dress I was wearing had a color that closely matched his tie, but the accents were the same color as his shirt.
I had never paid attention to these details before; after all, he bought all my clothes. Most of the time, I stayed at home and rarely went out, let alone went out with him. Therefore, there was no need for us to discuss what clothes to wear. I didn't even know what he wore every day. Whenever I went out, I just grabbed whatever outfit was available.
But since we attended the funeral together, this was already the third time we wore such formal couple's outfits. Could this really be a coincidence?
"Is there a hole in the mirror?" he asked me while standing at the entrance of the dressing room.
I quickly turned my head, still not understanding what he meant when I heard Xiao Minxing say again, "Why are you staring at the mirror? Let's go."
I truly give up on him; I'm always slow to react in front of him, as if I can never keep up with his words. I'm always interrupted and scolded, and in the end, I have no place to vent my frustrations. I can only obediently follow him like this now.
Breakfast was eaten near Xiao Minxing's company. As soon as the two of us entered, many eyes in the restaurant immediately turned towards us, filled with surprise, admiration, and mixed with whispers.
I tried my best to act nonchalant, like Xiao Minxing, but I was really too nervous, so I walked a bit awkwardly.
He glanced at me sideways, suddenly took my hand, and led me inside. We found a spot in the corner to sit down and began ordering without caring about anyone else.
The breakfast here was abundant, and people in Haicheng have always enjoyed their morning meals, so there were many kinds of pastries, teas, and dairy products.
After he ordered a few items, he handed me the menu and asked, "What else should we add?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "You can just order."
Xiao Minxing didn't say anything more. He went to pay for the order and soon brought our breakfast over. The two servings were almost the same; the difference was that he ordered a cup of Winter Melon Tea for himself and gave me a serving of hot milk.
During the meal, he provocatively asked, "Isn't this better than what you make?"
What could I say? It was the truth. Even though I thought every day about how to satisfy him, the outside world was always more exciting. What could I do?
But deep down, I still felt unwilling to accept it, so I just focused on eating and pretended not to hear anything.
Xiao Minxing took a breath and said angrily, "I'm asking you something! Why aren't you speaking? Qiu Yuhan, do you think saying a word will kill you? You’ve been silent all day long; what are you thinking?"
His voice wasn't loud; probably only I could hear it. But the resentment and anger in his tone were evident. I was almost scared enough to stand up and leave.
In a place like this, if he really got angry and did something to me, those envious gazes would instantly turn into mockery, right?
I could tolerate being mocked by him alone, but does this kind of relationship really need to be known by everyone?
Thinking of this, I felt a lump in my chest and pressed my voice down as I said to him, "I won't die, but I don't want to say. You think this place is good, so you can come here every day to eat. Why do you still want me to do it? You don't even like it when I do, and then you mock me. Isn't that a bit sick?"
Xiao Minxing stared at me, but I simply lowered my eyelids and refused to meet his gaze.
However, suddenly a pair of chopsticks reached into the plate in front of me, one end of the chopsticks pointed at me, followed by Xiao Minxing's unhurried voice: "I'm happy."
The emotional shift was too fast for me to react; I even thought about jabbing the chopsticks into his face. Was he really wearing couple outfits again this early in the morning and taking me out for breakfast just to embarrass me in public once more?
Indeed, his perversion seemed endless. Didn't he get tired of scheming against me every day?
I randomly pushed the food in front of me aside, not wanting to say another word to him, and stood up first to walk outside.
I waited for almost five minutes before Xiao Minxing leisurely came out. Seeing me leaning against the car, he teased, "If you have the guts, go ahead and walk away."
I glared at him, but his gaze was even colder than mine. He didn't even bother to open the car door; it seemed he really had no intention of giving me a ride back.
At that moment, people inside the restaurant were looking at us through the window, and those entering and exiting Entrance occasionally glanced over with complex expressions.
In the public hall, the longer I held my ground against him, the worse it would be for me. Xiao Minxing never cared about others' opinions; he would do whatever he wanted. If I really provoked him, he might do anything.
So, I didn't hesitate any longer and walked straight towards the roadside.
Before I could take a step outside, my arm was grabbed by him.
This time, without saying a word, he directly dragged me into the car and then slammed the door shut with such force that it almost broke off.
After he got in the car, he didn't drive away but instead glared at me with a sullen face.
I wanted to glare back at him, but when our eyes met, I felt overwhelmed by his coldness and dominance, so I turned my gaze outside, pretending to look down on him as well.
After a long wait, the car didn’t move, and I didn’t hear him speak. Unlike in the past, he didn’t make any insulting or threatening gestures towards me.
Curious, I secretly turned my head to look at him.
Xiao Minxing was leaning against the back of the seat, looking very pale with furrowed brows. Although his eyes were fixed ahead, they seemed hollow and empty.
This slightly haggard appearance reminded me of last night, which made my heart soften. I whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go against you; it’s just…”
I couldn’t finish my sentence because I didn’t even know where I was wrong; I just didn’t want him to feel worse because of this.
Thinking about this, I hurriedly looked at him again.
Was he upset? If so, what was bothering him?
I could never figure him out. During the day and night, when he was filled with rage or calmness, he seemed like two different souls living within him, each taking turns supporting his life.
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