If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

——Xu Muyu: I’m here.

——Midnight Butcher: What the hell are you doing here? I think you have lost your face!

——Xu Muyu: Tingting...

——Midnight Butcher: Stop pretending! You just let yourself go, but now you don’t even want to keep your pants on, right?

——Xu Muyu: Tingting is right, I...

Wan Chuncao scratched her face when she saw the message in the dialog box. Did she curse too harshly?

She picked up the phone again and thought about it.

——Midnight Pretty Butcher: No, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t say you were pretending. Don’t I like you no matter how you act, whether you’re pretending or not?

——Xu Muyu: I also like Tingting’s hands.

Wan Chuncao held the phone in a daze for half a second.

——Midnight Pretty Butcher: Xu Muyu!!!

——Midnight Butcher: My hands are fine! You don’t have to like them!

——Midnight Pretty Butcher: That’s not what you mean. You keep lifting my hand. Do you only like my hand?

——Midnight Butcher: You only like my hands? You only like my hands?

——Midnight Butcher: Do you only want my hand and don’t care about me anymore???

——Midnight Butcher: I know that men are all heartless and disloyal, all heartless and disloyal! I like you so much, but you only like my hand! Okay, okay, that's how it is.

Xu Muyu was about to lie down, but in an instant he sat up straight again.

——Xu Muyu: No, Tingting, that’s not what I meant. I was just joking with you. It’s not a joke. I like your hands and I like you even more. I like you from head to toe.

Xu Muyu transferred the money first.

Continue explaining after the transfer.

——Xu Muyu: You like me, and I like you too, very much. I want to be with you, want to hold your hand, and I can't bear to leave you. Please don't ignore me.

——Xu Muyu: Pay attention to me. I have been thinking about you all day long. I miss you so much that I can’t eat. I think of you no matter what I do. You are all in my mind. Don’t ignore me.

After sending the message, Xu Muyu waited for more than ten seconds to make sure that the transfer had been received, and then he sent another red envelope.

Only after the other party received the message did he continue sending messages.

——Xu Muyu: Don’t ignore me, pay attention to me, I miss you.

——Midnight Butcher: I’m not ignoring you.

——Xu Muyu: Good. Good.

——Midnight Butcher: Why did you suddenly send two “good”s? What happened? What happened to you?

——Xu Muyu: Maybe I'm hungry, it doesn't matter. I'm very happy if you pay attention to me, and the rest doesn't matter.

——Midnight Butcher: You didn’t eat well for dinner, did you? I told you to eat well! Look at the small table beside the bed. I put some biscuits there for you. The cup can keep warm, so the water should still be hot. Eat well and then go to sleep. I told you that you always do this and never listen to me!

——Xu Muyu: I didn’t disobey you.

——Midnight Pretty Butcher: Let’s go eat first and we’ll talk later.

Xu Muyu glanced at the large glass of water and various snacks that could fill his stomach on the small table, but he didn't reach out to take them. He curled the corners of his mouth and continued typing.

——Xu Muyu: I can talk to you while eating. I am eating and talking to you now.

——Midnight Butcher: Drink more water, don't leave the lights on at night, and turn on the lights when you want to go to the toilet. You haven't slept all day, and you won't be able to sleep at night if you leave the lights on.

——Xu Muyu: I understand.

——Midnight Butcher: That’s fine.

——Xu Muyu: Yeah.

After sending this message, both sides fell silent at the same time, and no one took the initiative to send further messages.

Wan Luo beside her gritted her teeth again. Wan Chuncao held the phone and then remembered that there was no sound in her headphones.

She turned on the music and could only hear the singing. She coughed twice unnaturally and clicked into the dialog box again.

——Midnight Butcher: Am I that good?

Xu Muyu's eyes never left the screen, he knew what she meant.

The smile on his lips spread, and he picked up his phone to continue sending messages.

——Xu Muyu: It was so good that I forgot how it ended.

——Xu Muyu: I really wanted to kiss you at that time.

——Midnight Butcher: You said it last night, and you kissed me...

——Xu Muyu: Kissing is not enough, no matter what, it is never enough.

——Xu Muyu: I want more, I want to touch you more.

——Midnight Butcher: Rogue...

He touched less and grabbed less last night.

Wan Chuncao's face felt hot.

——Xu Muyu: Not quite enough.

——Xu Muyu: One night is too short.

——Xu Muyu: I think it should be two nights.

——Midnight Butcher: What else do you want to do? One night is not enough for you to kiss and touch me! I am almost skinned by you! People who see me have to ask me if I am doing renovations, because my skin is so smooth!

——Xu Muyu: Hehehe, it’s all my credit.

——Xu Muyu: The time is too short, I can give you more.

——Midnight Butcher: ...a hooligan.

——Xu Muyu: It’s true.

——Midnight Butcher: Rogue!

Xu Muyu couldn't stop laughing while holding his phone.

I laughed so hard that my hands were shaking as I typed.

——Xu Muyu: I wanted to do more last night, but there was not enough time, so I could only talk to you more.

The other party seemed to be frightened and sent a message several seconds later.

——Midnight Butcher: What else do you want to do???

She had taken off her clothes, he had grabbed her, touched her, and even bit her, and she had even done that to him with her hands, what else did he want to do!

Didn't he refuse in the last step? She used her hands to do that to him because she was too lazy to listen to him. She was strong for once.

It's not a rejection, it's just that there is not enough time.

——Xu Muyu: I want to take off your nightgown.

Wan Chuncao stared with wide eyes as the messages popped up one after another.

“I want to tear it off.”

“I want to tear it off.”

"If you want to be more ruthless, use my hands."

"Want to use my fingers."

"Besides fingers, I also want to,"

He sent a voice message.

Just one second.

Wan Chuncao's heart was beating wildly, her face was hot, and she felt a little dizzy.

Even when the music stopped, she could hear her heart pounding.

"Besides fingers, I also want to..."

Amid the rumbling sound of her heartbeat, she clicked on the voice message.

“I still want to invest.”

What's broken.

About sensible.

I just don’t know whose it is.

——Midnight Butcher: Rogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xu Muyu wiped away the tears of laughter with his fingertips, then calmly picked up his phone and sent another voice message.

Still only one second.

Wan Chuncao clicked it with trepidation.

The one-second voice playback is completed.

——The Pretty Butcher at Midnight: Xu Muyu!!! ...

Later, Wan Chuncao thought that it was probably this voice message that made her no longer trust Xu Muyu. Even though he was already the kind of cold-faced and overbearing CEO in TV dramas, she no longer believed him.

This rascal!!!!!!!!!!