Behind Your Mask Is A Beautiful Smile 203 I'm Not Pregnant!

She enjoyed his extra caring nags and worries, but also missed the independent fiance from before. They had gotten back to their apartment and just when Wei Na was about to stick her keys into their door k.n.o.b, Bin Guan suddenly shouted, "wait!"

His sudden shout startled her with uneasiness, "W..what's wrong??"

"You stay here." he breathed a huge sigh before opening the door to their apartment and peeking inside. After that, he closed the door shut tight, and leaned his back against it, "honey, how about a cup of tea before we go back?"

"Darling, where do you think we will go while carrying my loads of clothes?" She raised her eyebrow with a teasing smile. 'Something fishy is going on.'

He rubbed his chin before slipping his arms around her waist and gently pus.h.i.+ng her backwards until she reached the other wall, "In our car." He whispered into her ears, sending every strand of her hair on her body to cloud nine.

"But we're already here. Isn't it better to leave everything behind and then go for a cup of tea?" Logically speaking, that would make more sense than to carry everything back downstairs from the sixtieth floor and stuffing everything into the car. Even though they took the elevator up, it was still pretty weird to carry everything back to the parking lot.

"But I want to have our tea time now." His breath tingled around her ears, slowly brainwas.h.i.+ng her thoughts. Her eyes closed midway, but seeing her bags and how unwilling he was in letting her inside, she knew something didn't add up.

"Darling, what's going on? Hmm? Don't tell me that you hid a woman in there, and she's sipping coffee in my pajamas." She pushed his chest away from her body and crossed her arms.

"Of course not!" A bead of sweat flowed down the side of his sharp jawline.

"Then what's this?" Her fingers wiped the trail of sweat off his face. When she tried to move away to get to the apartment door, his arms trapped her from escaping. She was Kabedonned!

A lovely smile appeared on her face, which could only mean one thing; He is doomed! Recognizing the calmness before a hazardous storm, he gulped, "H...honey..."

"Uh huhhhhh, so nothing is behind that door to our apartment. That is why you are telling me to go grab a cup of tea with you with my luggage. Don't think that just because I didn't carry any of those bags that I wouldn't know how heavy they were! My eyes are more accurate than a balance scale okay?" she wrapped her arms around his neck while her sharp tongue left him speechless.

"Um...uh...." Not knowing what to talk back, he could only raise his arms to surrender to the mighty queen."Honey, I... I can..."

Taking advantage of his stuttering moment, she snuck under his raised arms and opened the apartment door. Behind the door was a catastrophic mess that is equivalent to the aftermath of thirty-five children playing a muddy sock tournament.

"So... darling...Thank you for such a wonderful gift..." The corner of her lips tilted upwards. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry seeing this scene. He facepalmed from behind and nervously hugged her, "Ahahahaha, honey... please don't dump me. I promise I'll get this mess cleaned in an hour! No, no! Half an hour!"

Even though his socks weren't that dirty since he literally switches into a new pair and throws the old pairs in the wash after wearing it every day, it was amazing how one had the capability to throw their sock all over the floor. His socks were mismatched around the room. Some socks were on the couch, carpet, under the cabinet, on top of the dining table, on the chairs and under their cus.h.i.+ons. It's an amazing talent.

"It's quite impressive, though. Look! There are two socks on top of our fan up there! And then there are two more, one behind the television and another in our sink. Hhahahaha, how many pair of socks are there? Geez." she laughed as she pointed around the whole living room as if she wasn't even a bit surprised that he would be this messy.

"This is why I have you." He buried his face into her shoulder, embarra.s.sed by the disastrous war of socks that he made during the week that she stayed at the hospital.

"What? So I'm your cleaner now? huh? Is that why you proposed to me?" She teased and stroked his hair.

"Nope. You're exclusively mine. Not a cleaner. I'll clean everything in half an hour, so wifey wait for me in the bedroom." he whispered.

She giggled, "With two pairs of hands, it'll be faster. How about I grab the easy ones and you get the ones that require stretching hmm? Then we'll go for that cup of tea you want." she loved picking after his mess and cleaning was one of her fortes. 'How could I let him do the ch.o.r.es alone? Heh.'
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"Okay, but if you feel like your wound is hurting or that you're tired, then you better rest and let me know. If not then forget about doing any ch.o.r.e from now on." His dominant voice sounded like sweet Mochi ice cream melting in her mouth.

"Uh huuuh, and who will be doing the ch.o.r.es if I'm not allowed to do them?" She teased his sharp chin.

"I'll hire a nanny."

"And if I say I don't like strangers entering our place?"

"...Then I'll learn how to do them all while you relax."

His responses satisfied her fully, "Mhmm... okay then~ Let's do some cleaning!"

Within half an hour, both of them worked together and completed their sock pick up mission. Finally, she could take a good few minutes of rest before they go out for tea. Suddenly, her expression changed and her hands covered her stomach. Seeing her discomfort, his arms naturally supported her body, "What's wrong? Does your wound hurt? Do you need to go back to the hospital? I'll call Uncle Chen Mu!"

"No! I just.. just have a stomach ache. I'll be fine. I'm going to go to the bathroom." she tried brus.h.i.+ng his arms off, but his arms only held onto her stronger than before."I'll help you."

Even though the bathroom was literally fifteen steps away from where she was standing, the man beside her was cautiously whispering to her ears, "Slowly... don't rush....be careful of that tile with the corner sticking slightly up... okay.. slowly...."

Her ma.s.sive stomach ache already annoyed her, and she really needed to go take a dump. His voice only added onto her pain and urge to run to the bathroom because their pace is slower than a turtle's tiny legs! "Darling! I'm not pregnant! I can walk on my own unless you carry me quickly to the toilet or I'll s.h.i.+t my pants!!"

Hearing her frustrated growl, he lifted her in one sweep and ran to the toilet. He placed her down on the toilet seat carefully and excused himself while she does her business. After fifteen minutes of hearing nothing from her, he knocked lightly, "Honey~ How is it going?"

"My stomach feels like a volcano could erupt any seconds now."

"What?! Let's get you checked out." He nervously chanted, and his hand reached into his pocket for his phone.

"....It's normal. I'm getting my period soon." She facepalmed while sitting on the toilet.