The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

Jiang Mianmian stared at him with wide-eyed disbelief. There was nothing she could do except to let the man pinch her butt as she sat fuming away.

After antagonizing her, he walked gallantly to one side and took a soft, clean towel to wipe his hand dry.

All she could do was to watch him leaving the bathroom leisurely as she smouldered in anger.

The Problem Girl vs. the General Master in Nth round— KO!

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During the entire time inside the bathroom, she suppressed her disgust and swore to get her revenge on this bastard uncle. Bully, d*mmit!

Despite her grievances she still managed to get herself clean. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol was gone, and she was able to wrap herself with a thick and fluffy towel before she walked out of the bathroom.

She had no pyjamas or clean undergarments.

Without realizing it, this little, fearless and gangster-like tigress was actually blushing in awkwardness. She brushed past him hurriedly as she muttered under her breath, “I’m done. I’m going to my room to change…”

With her body flushing with embarrassment, she dashed for the door, only to see the strong and tall man easily pulling her back from behind. Thus, she was forcefully restrained and brought to his side again.

He absolutely loved the way she would subconsciously exhibit her true nature from time to time. Hooking his lips into a smile, he dragged her back to the bathroom.

Holding her smooth and delicate shoulders with his warm and moist palms, he placed her firmly on the soft stool before the dressing mirror.

There was a beam sparkling in his pensive orbs as his sexy, magnetic voice boomed gently, “There’s no need for you to be so awkward just because you aren’t wearing anything beneath the towel.”

She looked up and glared at him momentarily before struggling to get up from the seat.

Alas, he held her firmly by her smooth shoulders that allowed no movement on her part. He reached for a towel, draped it over her head and started to dry her dripping wet long tresses.

After that, he picked up the hairdryer and adjusted it to moderate heat and speed. Slowly, he began to blow-dry her soft, chestnut-colored hair under the warm and gentle breeze powered by the hairdryer.

She instinctively crossed her arms around her chest.

After all, she was only covered with the bath towel. What if it were to drop off accidentally…

Her sparkling eyes looked toward the mirror and the reflection of her ruddy face caught her by surprise.

She squinted for a better look…

Oh, my; I’m known as the Demon Queen and yet, look at me now! I’m blushing so badly that even my neck has turned red!

Consumed with vexation, her glimpse halted temporarily at the handsome, proud man reflected in the mirror.

He was patiently blow-drying her hair without a word.

For just a moment, she wondered if he was not the rumored high and mighty military ruler but, her loyal and patient hubby instead.

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Of course, her blaring loud blush did not escape the general’s eyes.

After she took her bath, she looked so clean and refreshing… It was truly a big difference from the image of the rebel girl with thick makeup that she had usually.

Right now, this Jiang Mianmian was like the shy and timid little girl whom he saw four years ago.

Her quiet demeanor stood out with a princessy quality. At that time, this little princess was sitting in a corner soundlessly by herself.

One could mistaken her as a fairy who had stumbled upon earth by accident; she was otherworldly and pure.

After that, military affairs took up his time subsequently. If not for the fact that he witnessed this with his own eyes, he would not have believed that she had turned herself into such a sad state.

Now, she was a girl who was insolent, full of bad habits, and a wasted bum. How much longer is she going to degrade herself in this way…

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He turned off the hairdryer and suddenly picked her up by his arms…

Her two palms were covered with beads of cold perspiration.

She was so nervous that she even started to shake with fear, wondering if he was going to throw her onto the bed for a night of debauchery…

What’s wrong with me? I was the one who hooked up with him first and yet, here I am, trembling with fear! I shouldn’t be afraid at all. She even thought that she might have ingested a pill of cowardice that turned her into a coward before this man…