The Long-awaited Mr Han

How is mental infidelity any different from adultery?

If he liked any other woman one bit, that would be betraying Lu Man.

This was unforgivable to him.

He would never allow such circumstances to occur.

And he had the confidence that to him, no woman could compare to Lu Man.

"I know." Lu Man smiled at Han Zhuoli and put her arms around his neck, pecking him on the chin. "I must have frightened you just now."

"You really scared me." Han Zhuoli sighed.

He didn't know what secrets Lu Man buried deep in her heart.

But this wasn't the first time she'd revealed such sentiments.

He did not ask because Lu Man would tell him if she wanted to.

She never said a thing—was it something difficult to speak of? He would never force her.

He could wait until she wished to spill.

But right now, she wasn't willing to share, so he could only pretend that he didn't notice anything.

"Just you see, saying nice stuff is useless now, but I'll use my actions to prove to you that all your worries are unfounded. There's nothing to worry about," Han Zhuoli said softly. "No hurry, we have our whole lives to prove it. You can also see if, to me, there are any women who can compare to you. Well, I don't believe so in any way."

Lu Man couldn't stop her chuckle. "I know, I'll stop my imagination from running wild. It's my bad, I'm sorry."

Han Zhuoli kissed her. Feeling that the water had gone cold, he carried her out.

After wiping themselves dry, both returned to bed once more.

***

The next day, Lu Man had morning lessons so she woke early as well, but it was still later than Han Zhuoli did.

Han Zhuoli was done freshening up and had finished his breakfast when Lu Man woke.

When Han Zhuoli returned to the bedroom to put on his suit, Lu Man had just finished brushing her teeth and came out of the bathroom.

"Wait, let me see." Lu Man recalled that she had bit Han Zhuoli on the lips yesterday; her teeth marks remained.

And when she caught sight of it, she almost burst into laughter.

Han Zhuoli's lips had already scabbed over, but it became even more obvious because of this.

His lower lip featured two red marks prominently.

Han Zhuoli obviously had seen it before and could only pinch her nose in retaliation helplessly. "Still dare to laugh!"

Did she forget who caused it?

The perpetrator was still in the mood to laugh!

Lu Man contained her chortles. Her worries yesterday night were all soothed away by him.

All that's left was her good mood.

Looking at Han Zhuoli's state made her felt funny and guilty, but still, she smiled and said, "How are you going to your company looking like this?"

Pity, Lu Man seemed to be laughing at him and not at all sincere.

Han Zhuoli had no temper at all when dealing with Lu Man. "What else do I do? I can only go to work with this set of teeth marks."

"Why don't we paste a bandage?" Lu Man suggested. "We'll paste a smaller one. It won't interfere with your eating or drinking."

Han Zhuoli snickered. "Then isn't it better like this? At least people will know that I have a wild cat at home."

Lu Man: "…"

She suddenly realized that Han Zhuoli won't be the only one embarrassed going to work like this—she would too!

Who else could leave a set of teeth marks on Han Zhuoli?

It could only be her!

If it were from another woman, Han Zhuoli would not have left it on so blatantly!

"I'm going." Han Zhuoli smiled, seeing that Lu Man finally understood he felt good as well.