Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

Ji Weixi was greatly amused even as she lowered her eyes at the pants in her hands.

Suddenly, a voice that was at once magnetic and playful asked, “What are you giggling about?”

Taken completely by surprise, Ji Weixi squealed, turning and felt her feet slip—but Li Shaoling caught her waist and pulled her to himself, their noses almost touching.

Almost ending up in an early funeral, Ji Weixi was about to tell him off, only to have Li Shaoling put a finger on her lips

“Hush.” He whispered. “Our son is sleeping; you don’t want to wake him up.”

The way he said ‘our son’ was so natural as if they were married.

As warm breaths mingled, the scent of an affair spread.

His gaze was watering, even… overflowing with affection.

Even across her clothes, the heat of his palm was almost scorching her. Ji Weixi felt a rising indignation inside, and she opened her mouth to bite down viciously on his finger.

What should she do? She really yearned to bite it off.

However, Li Shaoling was not angered.

In fact, his finger was wiggling inside her mouth.

Damn you! Mongrel! Thug!

Her face flushed in crimson, Ji Weixi quickly let go of his finger, raising her hand and about to give him one almighty slap.

Li Shaoling simply caught it with his quick reflexes while smiling cheekily. “Why so angry?”

“Then what the hell was that just now, Li Shaoling?” Ji Weixi seethed, lowering her voice.

He blinked, innocently mimicking Ji Jiayu. “What was what just now?”

She had trouble describing it. “That… That… Don’t you realize what you did just now is…”

“Is what?” Li Shaoling appeared puzzled. “Is really normal?”

Ji Weixi inhaled deeply. Was he some monkey sent to annoy her to death?

And can he not play innocent at every turn?

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling could not help pinching her completely flushed cheeks with an ominous smile. “Could you be thinking about that?”

“What do you even mean by ‘that’?” Still red-faced, Ji Weixi pushed him away, only to find Tian Miaomiao sitting cross-legged and watching their live performance without blinking, her face essentially accusing them of having an affair.

Ji Weixi would have dug a hole and shut herself out of the world forever.

It was so embarrassing!

***

After simply hanging out the pants to dry on the balcony, Ji Weixi planted herself on the living room sofa, pretending to watch the tv drama with Tian Miaomiao.

Why did it seem like Li Shaoling changed entirely after finding out that they had a son?

He was now… thick-skinned, brazen, and always teasing her.

She also realized that he had the enchanting power to stay motionless and silent, but at the same time remain the center of attention in the room—as if you were sitting on a carpet of needles.

And now, as Ji Weixi tried to shove herself tighter to Tian Miaomiao, her friend was shoving her back towards Li Shaoling.

…With friends like these!

Clearing her throat as the atmosphere became ever more awkward, Ji Weixi asked, “Umm… Where did you go just now?”

“What? Did you miss me?”

“…Who would miss you? I’m just asking.”

“Would you have asked if you didn’t miss me?” Li Shaoling gave her a look that told her to admit it.

Nonetheless, she simply took a deep breath. No way would she tangle with a nutcase!

“Uh, where’s Mommy…”

The tot had just opened the door and was bounding towards Ji Weixi, teardrops hanging from his eyes.

“What happened, Baby?”

Ji Weixi took the little one into her arms, coaxing him. “Bad dream?”

The little one sniffed his reddened nose, nodded and wrapped his little arms around her neck. “Um, Mommy… hug and kiss.”

Ji Weixi gave him a peck on his cheeks which smelled of milk. “What did you dream? Come on, you can tell Mommy.”

“Hmm…” Rubbing his eyes, the tot gingerly glanced at Li Shaoling. “It’s… Mommy and Daddy were wrestling. I tried to stop it, but Daddy hit me.”

Throwing a glare at Li Shaoling, Ji Weixi soothed the boy, “It’s okay. He would never lay a finger on you.”

She would strangle him if he did.

However, the little one still could not calm down. ” Sobs … Mommy and Daddy looked so scary wrestling without clothes…” He mumbled, pouting.

Everyone else was left speechless.

That was not really wrestling.