Chapter 9: Husband, You're a Special Forces Soldier

Ning Ruixi answered with a smile.

Gao Han was startled again, looking at his wife's innocent smiling face, and thinking of how she used to look almost like she was about to cry every time she saw him. When had she ever smiled so happily? Amidst the sourness, he even felt a strange sensation—maybe it wouldn't be bad to keep going on like this!

Ning Ruixi thought she was well-prepared and had made enough psychological preparation. However, when she walked out of the bathroom draped in a bath towel and saw the muscular, naked man lying on the bed, she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten with a "poof".

Since they were married, did that mean she had to XXOO with this man?

Gao Han had a habit of lying on the bed and reading a book after showering. With his exceptionally sensitive senses, he naturally heard the timid footsteps coming from the bathroom.

However, after waiting for a long time, all he heard were footsteps stopping at the doorway, without any follow-up.

"What's wrong with..."

The two words that didn't make it out were swallowed up the moment he saw the figure wrapped in a bath towel, her face as red as a water-soaked peach. Instead, a dangerous flame began to burn deep within his profound eyes.

The skin, which looked even whiter and tender after a hot bath, the delicate features, and particularly the large watery eyes were extremely striking, veiled in a hazy mist, almost begging to be ravaged.

As her husband, Gao Han naturally knew just how sultry and attractive this seemingly slender body was. The bath towel, only hanging to half her height, barely covered the middle part of her body, its imperceptibility adding even more allure.

Water droplets slid down her slender neck, dripping onto a certain voluptuous area concealed by the towel.

The lower his gaze, the hotter it grew, and Gao Han simply put the book aside, looking at the person who still stood dumbfounded at the same spot, and asked hoarsely, "What are you still standing there for? Aren't you cold?"

He was somewhat annoyed at himself for still reacting to this sight of her body. However, as soon as he remembered that other people had also witnessed this unlimited spring, it was as if cold water had been thrown over him, instantly cooling the heat of his body, as well as his eyes, which grew a lot colder.

Ning Ruixi naturally noticed the change in Gao Han. She didn't understand why this man, who a moment ago seemed as if he couldn't wait to devour her, would suddenly become so distant. This confusion obscured the trepidation that would have come from sharing a bed with a man who was still somewhat of a stranger to her.

She walked over reluctantly, feeling an increasing sense of oppression as she got closer to the man. Looking at the double bed, she couldn't help but want to back out, "Um..."

Gao Han looked up at her.

Ning Ruixi said in a soft voice, "Um... I still have injuries on my body, so... "

Gao Han immediately understood the implied meaning in her words. Thinking about her rejection, not willing to engage in the rightful act between husband and wife even though she had lost her memory, Gao Han felt depressed. But of course, he wouldn't speak of these things, only glancing at Ning Ruixi indifferently and saying casually, "The guest room hasn't been cleaned. Just sleep together for tonight. Tomorrow I'll move to the guest room. Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Ning Ruixi's face turned red with a "poof", but she vaguely felt that there was something in the man's tone. No matter how she guessed, she couldn't figure it out; she could only blink and slowly crawl onto the bed.

Once Ning Ruixi was in bed, Gao Han pulled the blanket open and covered half of it over her, "Ready to sleep? If so, I'll go turn off the light."

Lying in bed, Ning Ruixi was completely overwhelmed by the thought of sharing the bed. Hearing what Gao Han said, she didn't react for a long time, just staring blankly at him.

Feeling the stiffness of the person beside him, Gao Han lowered his eyelids, got up to turn off the light, and lay down again, closing his eyes to sleep.

In the darkness, Ning Ruixi lay with her eyes open, full of doubt, covertly observing the man beside her. She couldn't see his appearance at the moment, but tried to guess from his figure and breathing.

After watching for a long time, and seeing no indication that he would look back at her, the one-person show was quite uninteresting. Ruixi lay back down and finally couldn't resist asking softly, "Um, husband, are you asleep?"

How could Gao Han possibly be asleep? He felt that gaze on him, but refrained from turning around until the gaze had gone. Deep down, he felt a certain sense of loss.

Over the last few days, he had noticed that his new wife seemed different in some way. Unfortunately, whatever had changed didn't seem to hold much significance for him. All he could do was to handle things coldly, waiting for his family to accept the fact their relationship was strained, then he would set her free!

"No, what is it?"

Hearing that voice, which seemed even softer in the darkness, Gao Han responded indifferently.

Sensing the man's indifference, Ning Ruixi pouted somewhat dissatisfied, "I just wanted to ask, um, about my injury this time, how did it happen?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Ruixi could distinctly feel an increase in the chill emanating from the man beside her. Her confusion grew rapidly as she was sure there was some secret involved. From her observations over the past few days, she realized that this man named Gao Han, although not talkative, was definitely someone reliable, at least someone who could provide a sense of security. He might not be attentive, but he had a considerate heart. Moreover, she had only been married to him for three months and was still in the honeymoon phase, so why would her body's original owner commit suicide? Her large eyes shifted, recalling the people she had seen since waking up, and she tentatively asked, "Is it because of... mom?"

"It's not."

Gao Han didn't know what she was thinking in that small head of hers. Subconsciously, he refused to believe that his young wife had amnesia, but now he was facing a Ning Ruixi who was completely different from before. When he heard her guessing, he felt somewhat amused but couldn't help smiling wryly.

"Stop overthinking. Let the past be the past. Sleep now."

Gao Han turned over, signaling he no longer wished to continue the conversation.