I heard him chuckle twice before he suddenly brought my hand to his lips. A soft, tingling sensation spread from my palm.
I froze for a second before yanking my hand back in alarm, the warmth still lingering. "Steven, are you insane? We're divorced! This is harassment!"
Steven's lips curved into a smile as he replied nonchalantly, "Is that so? I thought you touching my eyebrows meant you were into this sort of thing."
Into this, my foot!
This infuriating man must have selective hearing. He completely ignored my explanation.
"Shut up! If you're not going to sleep, then get out!"
At that, Steven looked at me with a wounded expression, his voice as quiet as a mosquito. "But you started it, didn't you?"
My face hardened. "Say one more word and see what happens."
I sat up slightly and shoved his head off my pillow.
I then lay back down on my side, my back turned to him.
No wonder people say shamelessness makes one invincible. Before, when I argued with him, he would always talk back, and I could get him worked up.
But the Steven of now, as long as I didn't mention Horace or any other men, would just agree with everything—"Yes, yes, I was wrong." He'd just put on a cheerful, carefree act.
I really couldn't understand where he learned this shameless attitude. I couldn't even get angry, let alone start a fight.
As I stewed in my frustration, a large hand suddenly rested on my waist.
This damn man, he just couldn't stay still for a second. I was about to push his hand away when a low voice sounded from behind me. "Don't move."
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