l the changes in her face temperature, and couldn't help but pause.Just as he let go, a familiar voice sounded from behind him."Song Lin Yi An"Shen Yi'an and Song Lin turned to look, Auntie Mo and her...Song Lin originally thought he would see a messy house, but instead he was met with a faint scent of lemon.

In the entrance hall, men's and women's shoes are arranged very neatly.

The rest of the room was also spotless, not a speck of dust to be seen, as if all the chaos had never happened.

If he hadn't seen the photos Xu Da took, he would have started to suspect that this wasn't his house.

Shen Yian actually cleaned up everything.

At that moment, the master bedroom door opened and Shen Yi'an walked out wrapped in a bathrobe. His slender figure shimmered into Song Lin's gaze.

Her half-dry hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, giving off an indescribable sense of tenderness. It was far more beautiful than her neatly combed hair.

Water droplets from the tip of her hair rolled down onto her shoulders, making her skin look crystal clear. Her straight, snow-white legs were faintly pink at the knees because of the hot bath she had just taken, making them extra alluring.

Song Lin took a breath, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Shen Yi'an was tilting his head and wiping his hair when he noticed the unfamiliar gaze and finally looked up.

Their eyes met, and she nervously clutched her towel tighter.

Didn't Aunt Mo say that Song Lin wouldn't come back if he worked overtime too late

She was just too tired to bother changing out of her clothes. It's all bad timing.

"You, you're back"

“I thought you had left. I didn't expect you to be so impatient.”

Song Lin retracted his gaze, turned around and poured himself a glass of water. His voice was still as cold as ever, even with a hint of disdain.

Saying that, he glanced at Shen Yian's bedroom behind him. That was his room.

Shen Yi followed his gaze towards the master bedroom and immediately understood his misunderstanding.

"Mr. Song..."

"Shen Yian, we both should know this marriage is a mutually beneficial arrangement. So don't push your luck."

Song Lin gritted his teeth and repeated the last four words.

Shen Yian was already a little embarrassed, and being misunderstood by Song Lin as wanting to seduce him made her even more ashamed.

She took a deep breath and looked at Song Lin, just about to speak when she was interrupted by the sound of Song Lin putting down his cup heavily.

"Put on your clothes." After a warning, Song Lin walked towards his study.

"Wait a moment!" Shen Yian stopped Song Lin and said calmly, "Mr. Song is right, we both need what the other has. Since that's the case, if you don't want me to move in, you can just refuse Auntie Mo. There's no need to go through all this pointless charade."

"......"

Song Lin stopped and looked at Shen Yi'an with a puzzled expression.

Shen Yian pointed to the entranceway: "Looking at Mr. Song, he seems perfectly normal. I didn't expect him to have such a big difference in foot size! Three centimeters is quite a gap, it's the first time I've seen something like that. Would you like me to accompany you to the hospital"

Song Lin was taken aback. He inwardly cursed Xu Da, thinking that he was becoming more and more incompetent, even making such elementary mistakes.

"First of all, I thought you wouldn't be back this late. Secondly, the shower in the guest bathroom is broken. I cleaned for three hours straight and am covered in all sorts of smells; I had to use your bathroom to take a shower. Is there a problem with that If so, I apologize. If you find it understandable, please give me three minutes."

"Three minutes" Song Lin countered.

"Just a moment, please."

Shen Yian turned and ran into the guest bedroom, putting on her underwear and nightgown in a minute, then picked up the documents she had prepared earlier from her bedside table.

From the moment she discovered the house was intentionally trashed by Song Lin during cleaning, she had other plans.

She originally intended to show the file to Song Lin tomorrow, but since things had come to this, it was better to resolve it sooner.

Back in the living room, she handed the documents to Song Lin.

Song Lin stared at her outfit for a few seconds before his gaze fell on the document. Upon seeing the contents clearly, an unusual expression appeared on his face.

"Cohabitation Agreement"

“Yes, Mr. Song, I can tell you’re not satisfied with me even without you saying it. You married me just to make Aunt Mo feel at ease, and I'm grateful for Aunt Mo's affection for me. So since Aunt Mo insists on us living together, let's just coexist peacefully. When the time comes and you want to break up, I will not hold you back. As for the future living agreement, I have it all written down. Do you need to add anything”

Shen Yian picked up his pen.

Song Lin didn't pick up the pen, he just questionedly flipped through the agreement. Most of the content was as Shen Yian had said, coordinating daily life after marriage, and there was almost nothing about finances. There was only one clause that surprised him very much.

"During divorce, I voluntarily waive the division of property."

A gold-digger wouldn't even want money

Song Lin said coldly, "What game are you playing You think I'd believe you"

Shen Yian frowned seriously and said, “If you don’t believe me, we can go to a notary. Sign it.”

Hearing this, Song Lin couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. So far, she was the first woman who couldn't wait to draw a line between them.

Okay, that's fine. It'll save us trouble later.

Song Lin took the pen and signed his name.

After seeing him sign his name, Shen Yian also signed her name without hesitation. After signing, she picked it up and checked to see if anything was missing.

Perhaps she was too engrossed in her reading, for the water dripping from her hair spread out on her nightgown unnoticed.

Just as she looked up and said it was fine, a coat smelling of tobacco was thrown onto her.

She was a little dazed, and when she lowered her head to look at her coat, she realized that the nightgown on her chest was completely soaked.

The silk pajamas, though comfortable, clung to her body when wet, revealing her every curve and even showing the color of her skin and underwear.

Shen Yian hastily wrapped himself in his coat, his face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

She carefully looked at Song Lin, only to find that he had already turned his back on her and stood there.

She stared at his usual cold back, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A man like Song Rin should never lack women. She's so ordinary that he wouldn't even bother looking her way.

However, he was a gentleman. Although he repelled her, he didn't make her feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, nor did he comment on her body.

Living under the same roof with such a person shouldn't be too torturous.

On the contrary, when he was with Gu Cheng before, he always pointed at her figure and made comments about it, which made her feel a little inferior.

So she wore loose clothing for both work and life. Later, Gu Cheng wanted to get closer to her several times, but she rejected him out of fear that he would see her figure.

It's just as well that nothing happened between them, otherwise she would be even more sickened now.

Shen Yian put on her jacket, and in an instant, she was enveloped by Song Lin's icy aura. Every inch of her skin that touched the fabric began to burn.

She tugged at her collar, the faint scent of tobacco clinging to it filled her nostrils, causing a haze in her mind, as if a thin mist had obscured the man before her.

Realizing her thoughts were scattered, she immediately bowed her head.

"Thank you, I'm going back to my room first. By the way, I live in the guest room. Good night."

Shen Yi spoke nonsensically, then pressed down on his wide sleeves and quickly ran past Song Lin.

"Shen Yian, you're wrong." Song Lin reminded coldly.

"Sorry, I don't know much. Good night," she said, her face becoming even redder.

"...."

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Song Lin remained motionless for a long time, until Shen Yian's long hair slid across his arm. The tingling sensation was like an electric shock, pulling him back from the visual impact he had just experienced.

By the time she turned back, Shen Yian had already returned to her room, leaving only a faint scent of shampoo in the air.

Shen Yian always appears dressed in a manner that suggests old-fashioned pomposity.

At first glance, she seemed unremarkable and not very attractive. However...

I was surprised to find that her figure is actually amazing.

Compared to a towel wrapped directly revealing, the temptation of a nightgown's teasing coverage has a more powerful impact.

Warm air swirled around Shen Yian's fair skin, like a halo in the light. Although the long nightgown should have covered everything, the dampness outlined her curves.

Although it was fleeting, Song Lin still got flustered.

He didn't want to pay attention to Shen Yian, but every time she appeared, inexplicable things would happen, making it impossible for him to ignore her.

Could she have done it on purpose

But her panic just now didn't seem like acting at all.

When Shen Yian hesitated, the door to his room opened again.

Song Lin's eyes turned cold. Look, she was just pretending to be innocent. In the end, she used the same tricks as those women who approached him, playing hard to get.her leg with his arm and conveniently pressed down on her skirt hem, his hand never directly touching her body.Song Lin said effortlessly: "Don't worry about others, you don't live for others."Shen Yi...