Chapter 128 - Fake Husband! (2)

Yang Zheyan smirked and crossed his legs. He was sitting on the other side of the couch and in the blind spot from the bathroom angle. He nodded his head, "Hmm, go on." 

Xiong Jingfei immediately threw the clothes at him. What she wanted was for him to close his eyes. Why are they open and staring at her up and down!

Yang Zheyan smoothly dodged them, "What is up with you and throwing clothes?"

Xiong Jingfei wanted to smack her head on the couch armrest. Yes! Why is she throwing the clothes she needed to wear! 

She awkwardly walked over to Yang Zheyan to pick up her clothes. While he leaned back and enjoyed the view. 

Xiong Jingfei planned to punch him if he touched her inappropriately. 

Picking up the last piece, she ran to get out of his burning sight. It hasn't been her days lately! She tripped over the small scrunched up carpet and down she went. The hand holding onto her towel was released to grabbed the armrest to catch her falling body. 

Holy-! She wanted to scream and curse. It was another injury added to her knees from the one that was just healing. 

"Are you okay?" Yang Zheyan peered over the couch, but when she looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes quickly averted and looked up at the ceiling. Examining it as if it was his first time noticing how interesting the ceiling was. 

Xiong Jingfei's lips formed a tighten line. He saw! She quickly wrapped the towel around her body. Why can she not keep her composure around him! She lost count how many times she embarrassed herself in front of him. 

"Ahem… I didn't see anything." 

Liar! Xiong Jingfei hit the armrest with her hand and stood up. If he didn't see, then why were his eyes as big as an owl when her towel dropped. Those were the eyes that saw things!

Hmph, she flipped her wet hair. They were both a.d.u.l.ts. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, except there was… 

Yang Zheyan grabbed her left arm and pulled her to sit down on the couch. She thought he was going to do something, but he got off and went down his knees. He pulled her towel up a little to reveal her knees. It was only a glimpse of her knees. Until his hands were slapped away from further touching her skin. 

"I'm not going to do anything to you." Yang Zheyan said, holding up both his hands to show her he wasn't going to touch anywhere else. 

How can he do anything with others pressing their ears against the door? Jeez, he never had to kneel this many times for someone. Plus, she keeps slapping his hands away every time! He should be the person with the germaphobic problem! 

Rolling up the bottom part of the towel, he checked her knees that smeared against the carpet again. It didn't look that bad, but there was a little red showing due to the recent friction. 

Yang Zheyan went to the bathroom and came back out with a hand towel. He patted it against her knees, and Xiong Jingfei could feel that it was warm. He just didn't run it quickly under cold or hot water. 

The gentle pats he did made her feel like her knees were made out of fragile glass. It could break at any moment. 

When she winced out in pain, he blew on it and said, "I'm almost done." 

Hmm… Where has she heard those exact words? Xiong Jingfei watched astonished that Yang Zheyan, who was fed with a golden spoon, knew what to do. In her head, he didn't appear like a person who needed to lift a finger. Someone will have it done for him already.

Yang Zheyan sighed in relief, "At least there isn't any bleeding." He stood up and stared down at her. Which caused Xiong Jingfei to immediately cover her chest with clothes. He leaned in and whispered, "Do you want to continue from where you left off?"

Xiong Jingfei pointed to the door and gestured to shooed him out of the room. What happened just now was not intentional! 

"You can't make me leave my own room." Yang Zheyan sat back down on his couch and crossed his arms. Acting like a child, waiting to see what the other child would do. 

She scowled at him and stormed into the bathroom. 

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When she finally exited Yang Zheyan's room, she took in the fresh air that was outside of his room. Only, it went as fast as it came when Song Liqin entered the scene. She didn't appear as furious like yesterday, but she didn't look happy to see them together too. 

Yang Zheyan purposely wrapped his one of his arms around Xiong Jingfei's waist. 

At this time, Xiong Jingfei didn't have the freewill to struggle. Not with Song Liqin's eagle eyes staring at them. She could only smile at her future mother-in-law disapproving eyes. 

Song Liqin looked at her son, who was smiling down at Xiong Jingfei. He acted as his own mother wasn't even there, and the room only had them. She huffed going down the stairs, it was worse than she had initially thought. 

When they didn't immediately follow, she turned back around, "Come and eat something." 

While eating, it was quiet, and the only loud one was Yang Jinhai. Startling Yang Chen and Song Liqin's hearts, as they weren't used to it. No matter what setting they were in when it comes to eating. It was always quiet, and talking will still be in quiet voices too. Something taught by Yang Jinhai, but right now, he was doing the opposite of his teaching. 

Yang Jinhai was telling Xiong Jingfei stories about her grandfather and him. Then it went on to asking her a lot of questions for things she couldn't recall. From the sound of it, it seemed like she met Yang Jinhai at least a couple of times when she was a child. Except, she can't recall those memories of ever meeting Yang Jinhai. She thought yesterday was their first meeting. 

"Did things go well between the two of you?" Yang Jinhai whispered to Yang Zheyan. Still, can you call it a whisper when all of them can hear it?