Si Tian didn't speak.
Silence is the most direct form of acceptance, clearly—she didn't want to kiss him.
Actually, it was evident even during the act earlier. Even though she couldn't help but succumb to his possession, she always frowned, seemingly not wanting to kiss him.
Mu Yunshen's eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and suddenly he reached out to turn on the faucet.
Si Tian heard the sound and looked up, only to see the man holding the showerhead in his uninjured hand, aiming it at his freshly bandaged wound.
She widened her eyes sharply, "What are you doing!"
Mu Yunshen's tone was indifferent, with a sarcastic smile, "I think only when I was bleeding just now did Mrs. Mu show any semblance of concern for me, and she kept staring at me. But once the wound was bandaged, you stopped looking at me again."
He raised his hand a little higher, "So should I let the wound keep bleeding and festering?"
