In my weakest year, Ryan, a scholarship student with the same rare blood type as me, became my walking blood bank. He was required to stay by my side constantly, and was even forced to marry me. I knew he hated me. Until I heard his inner thoughts. [Why can't wifey just slap me for no reason? Then I could cuddle with her!] [Some people fall in love, some people watch the ocean, I've been awake all night missing my wife!] [Wait? Wifey looked at me! I should have worn that deep V-neck shirt!] [Is it too late to rip my shirt open now?] 1 I watched Ryan's hands twitching restlessly. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, like I had a fishbone stuck in my throat. If he ripped his shirt open... I wouldn't mind! But I suspected I was hallucinating. "What's wrong?" Ryan looked up at me, his expression indifferent, like he was looking at a stranger. It was hard to imagine we'd lived together since we were twelve, and had been married for two years now. He was always aloof, a man of few words. But now, his voice was chattering non-stop in my ear. [Wifey looked at me again!] [Yesterday she was fangirling over some celebrity, so today I styled my hair the same way. Gotta win the male competition.] [Wifey's lips look so soft, want to kiss.] [Wifey's waist is so thin, want to feed her!] [Want to see wifey's little tummy puff out, maybe even pinch it...] [Want to eat wifey up.] [Yes! New material for tonight's dreams!] [When will my dreams come true! Am I not trying hard enough?] Me: "..." One thing was certain: I was hearing Ryan's inner thoughts! Realizing this fact, the spoon in my hand dropped into the bowl, and my sleepy brain woke up completely. "Ouch~" A hand grabbed tissues faster than I could. The soup splashed on the back of my hand was gently wiped away, and Ryan carefully checked for burns. He frowned, looking like I owed him a million bucks: "Be careful." [Oh my god! Which direction do I need to bow to for a chance to feed wifey?] [Wifey looks so cute when she's confused, want to kiss, hug, and do things with wifey.] [So scared I might accidentally squeeze her to death.] 2 I quickly pulled my arm out of Ryan's grasp. Just wanted to kiss me, now he wants to kill me? Psycho! Not daring to stay longer, I stood up. "I'm full." Hearing this, Ryan frowned even harder, opened his mouth then closed it, and buried his head back in his food. But I could hear his thoughts. [She only ate two soup dumplings and half a bowl of porridge. A one-year-old eats more than her.] [When can I fatten her up?] [Is my cooking bad? Shouldn't be, I specifically learned from the chef at the old house.] [Eat fast, later I'll make wifey her favorite mango cupcakes.] I sat on the living room sofa, glancing at Ryan from the corner of my eye. He really did speed up his eating. He finished the rest of the food in a few bites, even pouring my leftover half bowl of porridge into his stomach. [Ate wifey's leftovers again, this counts as an indirect kiss, right?] [I'm the happiest man in the world!] [Time to make cupcakes for wifey!] Noticing the fleeting besotted expression on Ryan's face, I was shocked and hurriedly lowered my eyes. Wait! What was that? My gaze suddenly froze, then retracted like I'd been electrocuted. Ryan was wearing grey sweatpants today, sitting sideways to me. A very impressive shape, clearly visible. This... I touched my own flat stomach. It should fit, right? Though my experience was limited to the hundreds of romance novels I'd secretly read. 3 Ryan was busy in the kitchen making cupcakes. But why was his shirt gone? Long, tight muscles clung to his shoulder blades, apron strings tied around a waist with zero fat, dipping into a narrow lower back. Truly blinding! Better than those comic book male leads you can only read at night! I ungracefully tilted my head back and pinched my nose. [Wifey look at me!] [Books say inadvertent seduction is the deadliest!] [Did wifey look at me? Can she pretend to inadvertently look back to check?] [I'm just wifey's childhood betrothed, plain face, plain body, plain abilities.] [Such a plain me, wifey won't cherish once she has me. I have to keep wifey hooked forever, be the man she can't have!] Hmph, go be a pure love protagonist somewhere else! This channel isn't for you! I was so mad I wanted to throw an apple at him, when Ryan turned around. "Face so red, feeling sick?" He walked over quickly, placing honey water and cupcakes in front of me, the back of his cool hand touching my forehead. A brief touch. [No fever, scared me to death.] [No way, no way, is wifey blushing because she saw me?] If I couldn't hear his thoughts, I might have thought, like before, that he didn't want to touch me. So he puts on this ascetic face all day, but his brain is full of chaotic thoughts about seducing me? Thanks. I was seduced. Coughing lightly, I didn't dare look directly at Ryan. "Just scrolling on my phone." I casually unlocked my phone. Only to find it was still on TikTok. On the screen, a muscular guy stood under a shower, white shirt soaked through, lean waist moving. Crap! It was the thirst trap video I scrolled past this morning! I tried to swipe away quickly, but my hand slipped and I liked it... Ryan's face was calm, eyes gloomy and tinged with red. [Heh, so she's looking at wild men!] [And liking it right in front of me!] [First celebrities, now thirst traps, am I just a decoration to her?] I tried to explain. "If I said the algorithm pushed it to me, would you believe it?" Ryan looked indifferent, shoving the honey water into my hand: "It's dry out, drink some water." But his inner voice told me he cared to death. [Hmph, what's so good about those shameless men!] [Didn't she see? I have an eight-pack too, I have a thin waist and long legs too. If wifey wants to see, I can get wet too, I can even get wet naked!] [And I only show wifey.] [But wifey doesn't like me, she only likes that senior. I really am just a fcking decoration!]* [Want to cry. Wifey, can I sleep between you and the senior?] I, who was fantasizing about him in a wet white shirt, widened my eyes. When did I ever like some senior? Why is he biting back? It was clearly him who barely spoke to me all day, guarding against me like a thief, unwilling to be close. Resulting in us having no marital life, not even sleeping in the same room. Seeing Ryan walk towards the study with red eyes, I felt the need to ask clearly. But just as I stood up, black spots filled my vision and I fell back onto the sofa. Stood up too fast, body too weak. By the time I recovered, the study door was closed. 4 After finishing the cupcake and resting a bit, I went to knock on the door. "Leave the empty plate, I'll wash it later." "Let's talk." We spoke at the same time. Ryan's inner voice followed. [Is wifey's expression a showdown?] [She doesn't want me anymore!] [Just because I caught her watching wild men videos? I didn't even say anything, why is she so petty!] [Except for love, I won't talk about anything!] [As long as I occupy this position, any wild man outside is just a mistress!] Looking at the increasingly cold man, I really worried he was showing signs of split personality. The concern inadvertently showing in my eyes made Ryan misunderstand even more. [She pities me!] [She just doesn't want me anymore!] Then, I heard him speak. Voice muffled, a bit hoarse. "I'm busy with work today, another time. "I'll cook on time. If you're hungry, there's another cake in the fridge. Let it warm up before eating, or you'll get a stomachache." Then he took a call and closed the door. Through the door, I heard him crying internally. [Boohoohoo, suffered such a huge grievance, tonight I'll reward myself with wifey's nightgown.] Me: ...! After getting married, driven by selfishness, I wanted to be alone with him. So we moved out of the old mansion into a downtown penthouse. Ryan always did the housework. Occasionally he would apologetically bring me new nightgowns, saying he used too much force and accidentally stretched mine out of shape. He looked so guilty, I couldn't really blame him. I never thought deeply about why he always had new nightgowns ready in advance! Today I learned, all those nightgowns were deformed because he was "rewarding himself"! For the rest of the day, Ryan did everything he could to avoid me. He hid until nightfall. I have a regular schedule, sleep by eleven, and sleep well. But not today. I was thinking about me and Ryan. Calling Ryan my childhood betrothed was a stretch. After all, since childhood, my parents always joked about us, fearing I'd be mistreated if I married someone else, so I might as well marry Ryan. But initially, he was just my "mobile blood bank."
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