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Lin Xian actually saw disdain in the eyes of a cat, perhaps feeling guilty, he glanced and then averted his gaze, pretending as if he knew nothing.

Shen Chuwei put down her teacup and said with a serious face, "Of course, otherwise how would I know you are in the waterside pavilion and not in the Guest Room?"

Lin Xian picked up the teacup and took a few sips, his voice light: "What did you do today?"

"Sleeping in the room, ah, what else can you do on such a hot day?" Shen Chuwei lifted the kettle to pour herself another cup of tea, replenishing her fluids.

Lin Xian paused in his tea-drinking, although she had been laughing and talking with two men, she actually told him she was sleeping?

Shen Chuwei drank two cups of tea in a row, quenching her thirst, then set down the teacup, resting her chin in her hands and staring unblinkingly at Xiao Jinyan.

She clearly remembered him last night, so how could she forget after just one sleep?

Lin Xian asked without curiosity, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Chuwei blurted out without thinking: "Last night you were shy, even your earlobes turned red."

Lin Xian snorted coldly, "Nonsense, how could I possibly be... shy?"

Shen Chuwei felt somewhat embarrassed, propped herself up on the table and stood up, leaning in closer.

Lin Xian, seeing Shen Chuwei suddenly leaning in, was hit by her faint scent and instantly stiffened.

The breath that burst out was right by his ear, carrying with it a searing heat, "Because we were kissing."

Lin Xian took a sip of tea to hide his panic, but upon hearing this, the tea that he had not yet swallowed went straight into his nose, causing him such discomfort that he began to cough violently.

Seeing this, Shen Chuwei quickly came over and patted his back, handing him a handkerchief, "Husband."

Lin Xian had never been so embarrassed. He wiped the tea with the handkerchief and looked up at Shen Chuwei, asking uncertainly, "What did you just say?"

Shen Chuwei blinked her beautiful big eyes twice and repeated patiently, "We kissed last night, what about it?"

"I took the initiative? How do I not remember?" Lin Xian couldn’t believe it, wiping the tea from his nose. How could he possibly have taken the initiative to kiss her?

That was ridiculous!

Shen Chuwei saw his disdainful expression and felt somewhat dissatisfied, "What’s wrong with taking the initiative? You used to initiate it almost every time, is there something not right with that?"

Lin Xian countered, "I couldn’t possibly... do that sort of thing to you."

Shen Chuwei touched her own face, puzzled, "Could it be that I have reached the point of being old and worn out, so much so that I’m undesirable?"

Lin Xian: "..."

Shen Chuwei felt somewhat unwilling to accept this, she crouched in front of Xiao Jinyan, her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, her sweet voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "But I’m only nineteen years old, you despise me already?"

Lin Xian looked down at the woman in front of him, who would have known she was already nineteen? Describing her as naturally beautiful, with skin like creamy jade wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

And this face still held a touch of youthful naivety, a pair of expressive eyes, clear to the bottom.

"What does that have to do with me? You should be asking your husband, not me."

Shen Chuwei persisted in looking at him, "Then do you despise me?"

Lin Xian pursed his lips slightly, "Why would I despise you? You are not my wife."

Shen Chuwei sighed in resignation, half a month had passed and he still didn’t remember her; she would rather it be like last night, although somewhat innocent, but he remembered her.

"I’ll show you a painting."

Lin Xian asked, "What painting?"

"We’ll see when we get back." Shen Chuwei smiled mysteriously, then stood up and started pushing the wheelchair out.

Lin Xian didn’t stop her, seeing her so secretive, he became even more curious about what painting Shen Chuwei wanted to show him.

Xuetuan followed the two of them unhappily, having run back and forth several times today, and nobody had hugged it, humph!

Back in the Guest Room, Shen Chuwei took out a bamboo tube, opened it, and extracted the painting inside. She handed it over with a touch of shyness.

"For you."

Lin Xian took the painting, looked up at Shen Chuwei with curiosity, and unfolded the painting in his hands.

As the painting slowly revealed itself, the first thing he saw was a man, with long hair like ink, brows and eyes as finely drawn as a painting, a high nose bridge, and a forehead and nose speckled with tiny beads of sweat.

The painting was very detailed, so detailed that even the pores were visible, and the hair and facial features were lifelike.

When he saw the man’s full face, he was astounded. Not only was the artistry shocking, but also the man’s face, which was the spitting image of his own.

And what was even more shocking was that facing the man, there was another person, whose delicate brows and eyes immediately suggested was a woman.