C10 You Know What I Want

Suddenly, the door opened.

In the dark, Wen Shishi was startled and asked sharply, "Who is it?"

"Who do you think?" Mr. Sniper said softly. He stepped forward and held Wen Shishi, trapping her between his arms. He asked: "It's already late. Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wen Shishi bit her lip. She had not yet become accustomed to being in such close contact with him.

Fortunately, the darkness was concealing her embarrassment. "I wasn't waiting for you."

"If you weren't waiting for me, why did you call me as soon as you received the message?"

Mr. Sniper chuckled, but no longer forced her to answer.

He got up and opened the wardrobe. "Shishi, come here."

She reached out of the blanket and took his hand. She whispered, "It's already so late. Shall we rest now?"

"I just want you to pick some clothes. What are you thinking about?"

Embarrassed, Wen Shishi denied quickly, "No, I'm not thinking about anything."

Mr. Sniper didn't expose her and directly carried her to the wardrobe, "A woman should have at least one dress."

Wen Shishi did not react.

Mr. Sniper said: "From the first time I saw you, you were only wearing cheap jeans. I always thought that if you wore a dress, you would be beautiful."

He reached out and traced his fingertips across a row of dresses, finally choosing a beige one. The simple and elegant design, the dignified style; all complemented Wen Shishi's temperament.

He handed the dress to her. "Go and change. I want to see."

She took the dress, embarrassed. "Now?"

"Yes, now," said the sniper with a faint smile. "But if you don't want to try on the dress, we can do something else ..."

Startled, Wen Shishi immediately rushed into the bathroom with the dress.

"Little liar." The sniper smiled fondly as he crouched down to search the right heels for her.

On the other hand, unlike the sniper's casual attitude, Wen Shishi sat on the toilet lid, hugging her dress. She was red as a cooked shrimp, feeling very embarrassed.

She didn't know why, but every time she was in the presence of Mr. Sniper, she started to act awkward.

The dress was beautiful and stylish, and when she first opened the wardrobe, she took a fancy to it. But she didn't expect Mr. Sniper would choose the same as her.

'Knock, knock, knock!'

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

Wen Shishi was startled.

"Shishi." She could see Mr. Sniper's silhouette through the door glass and could hear clearly his deep, magnetic voice. "You've been inside for fifteen minutes. If you can't change your clothes, I'll help you."

Wen Shishi quickly refused, "I can!"

"Okay," he said with a chuckle, "I'll wait for you outside."

Mr. Sniper seemed to like the darkness very much, and there was no light in the bathroom.

Wen Shishi changed using the light coming from outside. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself.

She was tall and well proportioned. The dress perfectly outlined her slim figure. Her chest was big, but her waist was very thin, and the fluffy skirt was making it even thinner.

The hem of the dress was just above the knee, revealing her straight, slender legs. As she stepped, the skirt was gently swinging, raising, and falling. Her entire appearance seemed a lot more gentle along with it.

When she came out, the sniper was stunned for a moment. His gaze became intense.

"My choice is not bad at all."

He was holding a pair of white heels with diamonds and sharp points. He squatted in front of her and helped her put them on. Her originally tall body was now even taller with those heels.

The sniper reached out and gently removed her scrunchie, letting her black hair fall on her shoulders.

Her hair, tied for a long time, was suddenly released and was slightly curved. It made her face look even more delicate and smaller.

Mr. Sniper seemed very pleased with her hair. His fingers ran through it as he said, "Fu Yicheng doesn't know how to bet on stones."

Wen Shishi looked at him, puzzled.

"You are a top-grade unpolished jade, but in his hands, you have been wasted as a useless piece of stone."

Wen Shishi laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps I am just a stupid rock, and I just got lucky enough to meet a buyer, not very bright, who treats me as a treasure."

Mr. Sniper tucked some rebel strands behind her ear. "Are you questioning my judgment?"

"No, I just don't think I deserve the evaluation of 'unpolished jade'."

"If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it." Mr. Sniper hugged her and kissed her firmly. "If you put on make-up, you will be even more beautiful."

In the moonlight outside, Wen Shishi saw Mr. Sniper's face for the first time.

To be precise, she saw his mask.

A white mask covered his face, from his nose to his forehead. All she could see were the bright, deep eyes that looked at her.

Wen Shishi avoided his gaze as if she had been burned by fire.

"Are you scared by me?"

Wen Shishi shook her head. "I'm not scared, just a little surprised."

Mr. Sniper asked, "Today, you went to the hospital to see your uncle?"

Wen Shishi replied, "I'll return the five million you gave me, later. After the divorce, I will find a job. I will pay for Uncle's medical expenses myself and save up some money to pay you back."

His fingers pressed her lips.

He said, "Shishi, you know I don't lack money. You should know what I want."

Wen Shishi choked.

Mr. Sniper laid her down on the bed and kissed her gently. From her forehead to the tip of her nose, from her ears to her lips, his offensive was gentle but full of masculinity. He made her forget to struggle.

"Since we haven't turned on the light, can you take off your mask?"

"I'm sorry, Shishi. I can't do it now." His kisses grew more passionate, his clothes became an obstacle, and her body was his battlefield.

Wen Shishi was floating in desire. Under the moonlight, the sniper covered her eyes with his hands and said, "Pay attention. Feel me properly."

"Mr. Sniper …"

"Yes?"

"There's something I must tell you."

"What is it?"

Wen Shishi closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I can't have children."

The man froze for a second, but he recovered quickly.

"That's why I got divorced." She bit her lip. "If you treat me only as a bed partner that you can replace at any time, it's ok. But if you want children, I'm not suitable."

"I know," Mr. Sniper's voice was incredibly gentle: "Leave it to me."