Chapter 1100: Still a Queen
It was clear that Mu Anhan really liked his closeness.
She was deeply engrossed, relishing the moment.
But he only offered a bit of tenderness, then withdrew mercilessly.
Gu Xiaozhan stepped back, lowered the hem of her dress, covering the marks of his kisses.
Mu Anhan lay on the sofa, her body trembling slightly, emotions stirred.
Yet her misty eyes were fixed on his face.
She was perceptive, naturally understanding that she had just schemed against him and he was somewhat annoyed.
He returned her gesture with a brief kiss, not as intense as before, but enough to linger in her memory for a long time.
"Babies, time to sleep, say goodnight to Daddy." Mu Anhan felt her temper was getting better and better.
Look, even with Gu Xiaozhan provoking her like this, she didn’t get angry.
Instead, she spoke softly and kindly to him.
She moved from the sofa to the bed, taking control of the situation.
Some love can make concessions.
However, she still wanted to be a radiant queen.
Because during these times together with him, she realized that her constant tolerance hadn’t brought back his memory.
Gu Xiaozhan’s memories of her remained the same as the Mu Anhan seen through other people’s eyes.
She could be dramatic, could be coy, could escape him yet stay by his side for no clear reason.
Previously, he hadn’t understood any of this.
Now that he’s lost his memory, he understands even less about her intentions.
But in his eyes now, she is a competent mother, a gentle wife, and a capable helper.
She is sincere with friends, passionate with her lover, and patient with her children.
No matter how badly he treats her, she never scolds him.
And within this relationship she has become increasingly adept.
Gu Xiaozhan slightly curled his lips; whichever version of her it was, she successfully piqued his interest.
He also came to her side, lying down.
After turning off the lights, the room was filled with darkness.
Usually, she would take the opportunity to snuggle into his arms.
But tonight, she didn’t.
She lay there quietly, not needing anyone’s care and affection.
...
Xue Xiangtong drove the car, bought late-night snacks on the road, and used the key to open Mu Shaojie’s house door.
He had left her a key, in the name of convenience for her to visit.
Xue Xiangtong often came, so she easily opened the door.
No one was downstairs, and the lights were off.
She used the light from her phone to illuminate her way upstairs.
The bedroom was empty too.
She went to his study, the door was open, he was drawing.
Mostly sketches, though he wasn’t a professional artist, but he excelled in dedication and talent.
Xue Xiangtong never expected that all he painted was her.
There was her in college, wearing a police uniform, and in a dress; her bright smile was meticulously depicted.
Her eyes turned red at once, realizing he had been paying attention to her for a long time.
Yet, he was always afraid of hurting her.
So, he hadn’t taken any action.
Xue Xiangtong’s soft cries caught the attention of the man drawing.
"Why are you here?" Mu Shaojie asked calmly.
Xue Xiangtong ran to his side, "I brought you a late-night snack, you haven’t eaten, I was worried."
She placed the snack on his desk.
"Why are you crying?" Mu Shaojie looked at her.
Xue Xiangtong wiped a tear, "Sand blew into my eye."
Mu Shaojie simply smiled, "Come, let me take a look!"
Xue Xiangtong sat right in front of him, gazing at him tearfully, and he reached out his big hands to hold her little face...