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Zhou Ai suddenly sat up, breathing heavily. Her hair was soaked with sweat, and a few strands hung unruly on her brow bone.

As he stood up, the silk quilt that had been covering his back obediently slid down, running along his taut spine and finally piling up at his lean waist, outlining a powerful back line.

He leaned down, his warm, moist, and desire-laden breath spraying onto Chu Yi's sensitive earlobes and neck, his voice hoarse and strained, as if he were desperately trying to restrain himself.

"Sweetie...is it okay?"

Chu Yi lay there, her chest heaving rapidly, her breathing erratic.

His eyes were red at the corners, and tears mingled with the glistening wetness left at the corners of his mouth from their earlier entanglement, making him look like a white flower petal wet with dew.

It's wet.

Hearing Zhou Ai stop to ask questions at this time, he didn't know whether to be ashamed or angry. He glared at her and lightly kicked Zhou Ai's sweaty chest with his foot.

Her slender, fair ankles felt soft and yielding when kicked.

But before the foot that had been kicked out could retract, Zhou Ai precisely grabbed its ankle.

Zhou Ai's palm was burning hot, firmly encircling that slightly cool, delicate skin.

He lowered his head and placed his lips on Chu Yi's slightly protruding, delicate kneecap.

He loosened his grip on Chu Yi's ankle, then suddenly grabbed the back of his head and leaned down to kiss him deeply, deepening the kiss to an almost predatory degree.

At the same time, her other hand reached eagerly into the bedside table drawer, frantically rummaging through it.

The soft rustling of plastic packaging being turned over was particularly clear amidst the rapid breathing and the slurring of water between lips and teeth.

I finally got to touch it.

Zhou Ai straightened up, pinched the edge of the square package with one hand, and deftly tore it open with her teeth.

The biting motion carried a wild impatience, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on Chu Yi beneath him, whose eyes were glistening with tears and trembling slightly.

The next second, he bent down.

The cool blanket was suddenly pulled up and then fell back down, completely enveloping the two entangled figures, and also concealing all the shy sounds and the exquisite scenery.

Only the undulating outline of the quilt, and the occasional whimpers that, filtered through the fabric, sound even more sticky and unbearable, reveal the turbulent waves beneath.

The morning sunlight slowly streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, giving the dust in the room a fuzzy, golden edge.

Zhou Ai has been awake for an hour.

The heating in the room was on full blast, and he was only wearing a pair of loose cashmere casual pants, shirtless. His strong waist and smooth muscle lines were particularly clear in the warm light.

He held a glass of water in his hand, leaning against the bedroom door frame, his gaze fixed on the person still fast asleep on the bed, as if glued to it.

The silk quilt slipped down to Chu Yi's waist, and the morning sunlight shone obliquely in from the direction of the balcony. From Zhou Ai's angle, his slender and fair back could be clearly seen.

Starting from the back of that slender neck, the path meanders downwards until it reaches the depths of the waist, covered with varying shades of crimson marks.

—These are all his "masterpieces" left behind by himself last night.

These marks, imprinted on Chu Yi's excessively fair skin, present a breathtaking contrast.

Zhou Ai's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she tilted her head back and drank the last sip of warm water in her glass. The glass was casually placed on a side table, making a soft "tap" sound.

Barefoot on the soft, long-pile carpet, I silently approached the bed like a large feline, kneeling on one knee against the edge of the bed.

He reached out and gently brushed aside the soft black hair that had fallen across Chu Yi's forehead, revealing her face, which appeared completely unguarded as she slept soundly.

A kiss, carrying the crisp scent of the morning, gently landed on Chu Yi's lips.

In a daze, Chu Yi's consciousness was awakened by this gentle touch.

His long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly as he heard Zhou Ai's deep, sexy voice, smoothed like sandpaper, ring out at close range, filled with an irresistible tenderness:

"Good boy/girl."

Heartbeat disorder.

He moved slightly, wanting to respond, but instantly felt as if his whole body had been disassembled and reassembled.

Chu Yi wrinkled her nose, too lazy to even open her eyes, and raised her somewhat weak left hand by instinct, lightly slapping the face of the person next to her.

Zhou Ai chuckled softly, and instead of dodging, she moved her face even closer, taking the rather weak "slap" squarely.

Only when that slightly cool palm touched his cheek did he reach out and firmly grasp the hand that was about to "commit a crime," enveloping it in his warm, almost burning palm. Then he pulled it to his lips and kissed it repeatedly, from fingertips to palm.

"What time is it?"

Chu Yi kept her eyes closed, burying half her face in the fluffy pillow. Her voice, heavy with sleepiness and hoarse from indulgence, grumbled as she asked.

Zhou Ai's gaze lingered on his pink earlobes and the ambiguous marks on his neck, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she answered confidently, "I don't know."

The sunlight outside the window was a bit too bright, and Chu Yi closed her eyes briefly to adjust before squinting and saying softly, "I'm a little hungry."

Zhou Ai immediately noticed this small detail, and he moved his position to block the sunlight behind him.

The light was blocked, and Chu Yi slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the handsome face so close to his own and gently pulled his hand away from Zhou Ai's grasp.

A slender, pale index finger extended, carrying a hint of languor from just waking up and an inexplicable caution.

Her fingertips first landed on Zhou Ai's forehead, then slowly moved downwards, gliding over the high bridge of his nose, past the tip of his nose, and finally stopped on his lips, which always carried a smile.

The pad of his index finger, slightly cool, lightly and almost imperceptibly touched Zhou Ai's slightly warm lips.

Zhou Ai heard Chu Yi's deep, husky voice, tinged with the aftereffects of indulgence, and the question went straight to the heart of the matter:

"When were you preparing this?"

—This refers to those very useful items in the bedside table.

Zhou Ai lowered her head and curled her lips into a smile, a blush spreading uncontrollably across her earlobes, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Far from being embarrassed, he moved even closer, almost touching Chu Yi's nose, and shamelessly, with a hint of smugness, whispered his confession:

"The second day after moving in."

Before the words were finished—

"Snapped!"

A crisp, soft sound rang out clearly in the quiet room.

Sure enough, he received a sweet slap from his wife, which landed squarely on his arm.

Zhou Ai chuckled softly. He grabbed the "murderer's" hand again, held it tightly in his palm, and kissed it again. His gaze was fixed on Chu Yi, whose cheeks were flushed and who was trying to bury her face in the pillow.

I'm hungry...

He deliberately drew out his words, looking at Chu Yi meaningfully, "Would you like to eat something else first... or should I cook for you, hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi rolled her eyes at Zhou Ai, too annoyed to bother with his ever-present "improper" behavior.

She reached out and pulled up the silk quilt that had slipped off her body, wrapping herself up tightly again.

Only a weary, handsome face was visible. He then waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a eunuch, and a muffled voice came from under the covers.

"You may leave. I am going to retire for the night."

Chu Yi barely slept a few hours last night due to the toss and turn. She felt both hungry and sleepy, but while the hunger was bearable, she absolutely needed to go back to sleep.

Zhou Ai was amused by his adorable appearance and leaned down to plant a loud kiss on his forehead. "Yes, Your Majesty, please wait a moment. This servant will go and prepare your imperial meal."

After saying that, he carefully tucked the blanket around Chu Yi and drew the curtains even tighter to ensure that no light could disturb his sleep.

Chu Yi didn't know how much time had passed, but in a daze, she heard Zhou Ai tiptoeing out of the house and a soft slamming of the door shut.

He vaguely thought, "Finally, some peace and quiet," and then drifted deeper into sleep.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by a gentle touch.

Chu Yi squinted, his blurry vision gradually focusing, and saw Zhou Ai kneeling by the bed, holding a warm white towel in his hand, wiping his fingers one by one with utmost care.

The sunlight outside the window seemed brighter, casting a soft halo around him.

"Awake?" Zhou Ai noticed his movement and immediately came over, affectionately rubbing her nose against his.

Chu Yi had just woken up, her voice still soft and slightly dependent, "Where did you go?"

Zhou Ai carefully wiped his last two fingers before getting up and saying unhurriedly, "I'm going to find food for the cat at home."

After hanging the used towels to dry in the bathroom and carefully washing her hands again, Zhou Ai returned to the bedside, half-squatting beside Chu Yi, looking up at him, and softly asked, "Where would you like to eat?"

Chu Yi rubbed his eyes, finally fully awake. He raised his hand and, with a touch of languor from just waking up, commanded, "Get me my clothes."

After putting on comfortable loungewear, Chu Yi was about to get out of bed when Zhou Ai leaned over naturally, put his arms under Chu Yi's knees and back, and with a little effort, lifted him up face to face.

Chu Yi subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Hello!"

This overly intimate posture made Chu Yi's ears burn slightly.

"So fast."

Zhou Ai laughed confidently, steadily supporting him as they walked to the living room in a few steps.

Zhou Ai carefully placed Chu Yi on the soft sofa, then took a cushion and carefully placed it behind his back.

Chu Yi couldn't help but chuckle at his overly serious demeanor: "I'm not pregnant, is it really necessary?"

Zhou Ai knelt on one knee on the carpet in front of the sofa, looking up at him with bright, mischievous eyes and utterly serious expression: "I'm happy to serve you like this... however..."

He paused deliberately, lowering his voice, "If she's pregnant, I might have to put in even more effort."

"..."

As expected, Chu Yi, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, raised her foot and kicked him in the thigh with a light kick.

Zhou Ai was hit, but he laughed even more heartily and grabbed the foot that kicked him. "Your Majesty, please calm down. This servant will go and serve the meal. It's all your favorite dishes."

Soon, a refreshing chicken congee, glistening shrimp dumplings, and several delicate side dishes were placed on the table. The aroma of the food filled the air, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere.

"You drove to buy this porridge?" Chu Yi looked at the familiar logo on the packaging and asked in surprise.

That's the most famous century-old porridge shop in Beijing, always with long queues, and it's not close to here.

"If Your Majesty wants to eat it, this servant must certainly do it personally." Zhou Ai raised an eyebrow, smiling smugly, as if he had accomplished a remarkable task.

He scooped up another spoonful of the warm porridge and held it to Chu Yi's lips. "Quick, eat it while it's hot. Their signature chicken and scallop porridge is the smoothest and most creamy."

Chu Yi obediently opened her mouth, and the porridge was indeed fragrant, smooth, and soft, warmly and comforting her empty stomach.

However, he was still feeling tired. After the hunger he had felt earlier subsided, he didn't have a good appetite. He managed to eat a few bites before shaking his head and turning his face to the side, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore.

"Eat a little more, sweetie, you used up a lot of energy last night," Zhou Ai coaxed softly, pushing the spoon forward a bit more.

Chu Yi frowned, still a bit grumpy from waking up, and gently pushed his wrist away: "I really can't eat anymore."

One patiently coaxed her, while the other shook her head in refusal, and the two remained deadlocked for a moment.

In the end, seeing that Chu Yi really didn't have much of an appetite, Zhou Ai sighed indulgently and didn't force her anymore.

He withdrew his hand and, using the spoon and bowl that Chu Yi had used, quickly finished the remaining half bowl of porridge and a few side dishes.

Zhou Ai got up, tidied up the dishes in the kitchen, washed his hands, but didn't come back immediately. Instead, he turned and went to the entryway. When he returned, he was carrying a small, exquisite paper box.

He walked up to Chu Yi, opened the box, and inside was an adorable strawberry cream cake.

Chu Yi's previously listless expression instantly brightened. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed longingly at the small cake, her voice filled with joyful sweetness: "Zhou Zhou, you're so kind!"

He had been vaguely thinking about this sweet treat, but he didn't expect Zhou Ai to actually guess it and even buy it for him.

Seeing his instantly ignited emotions, Zhou Ai's heart softened. She gently flicked his nose with her finger, her tone full of indulgence: "I knew I'd have to use this to coax you. It's okay if you can't eat the porridge, but you have to eat some of this, or your blood sugar will drop."

He cut off a small piece of cake with a whole strawberry on it and handed it to Chu Yi, watching him eat it like a contented kitten, oblivious to the cream getting on his lips.

Zhou Ai smiled and bent down, wiping away the cream with her fingertips, then very naturally sucked on her fingertips.

"Is it sweet?" Chu Yi looked up and asked him, her eyes crinkling.

Zhou Ai's gaze was deep, falling on his cream-moistened lips, and she chuckled knowingly:

"Not as sweet as you."

Chu Yi rolled her eyes at him, didn't reply, and ate her cake in small bites.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ai, resting her chin on her hand, looked at Chu Yi eating cake with a tender gaze, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth that could melt your heart.

He took out a tissue, but instead of wiping his lips directly, he gently dabbed it on Chu Yi's lips: "Eat slowly, little kitten."

Chu Yi squinted her eyes contentedly, like a cat being stroked.

He scooped up a spoonful of cake with strawberries on it and suddenly held it to Zhou Ai's lips: "You eat some too."

Zhou Ai paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow with a smile and ate the cake with Chu Yi's spoon.

"Oh, right," Zhou Ai said, as if suddenly remembering something, she got up and took a thermos from another bag in the entryway, "I also brought you their red date and longan tea, it's very nourishing."

He unscrewed the lid, and a warm aroma carrying the scent of dates wafted out. "Have some of this to warm your stomach."

Chu Yi took the thermos; the temperature from his fingertips was just right. He lowered his head and took a small sip. It was sweet but not cloying, and the warmth slid from his throat all the way to his stomach, making him feel much more comfortable.

Chu Yi put down her cup and said softly, "How can you be so kind?"

Zhou Ai was tidying up the cake boxes when she heard this and turned around, meeting Chu Yi's clear eyes.

He walked back to the sofa, knelt on one knee on the carpet, and looked Chu Yi, who was sitting at eye level, gently pinching his cheek:

"Because it's you."

"Only with you do I want to do everything meticulously and personally."

Zhou Ai stroked Chu Yi's cheek with her thumb, her gaze focused, "Seeing you not eating or sleeping well makes me more tired than putting on ten concerts."

Chu Yi couldn't help but smile; the little bit of emotion she felt due to exhaustion had long since vanished.

He leaned in and planted a strawberry-scented kiss on Zhou Ai's lips.

"Alright," Zhou Ai accepted the kiss, her smile deepening. "We've had the cake and the tea, how about we rest a bit more? Or should I carry you to the sofa to watch TV?"

Chu Yi shook her head. Although she still felt sluggish, her spirits had improved considerably.

He checked the time and asked, "Don't you have work today?"

"I have a magazine photoshoot the day after tomorrow, so it's still early," Zhou Ai replied. "My main task today is to help my little darling rest and recuperate."

As he spoke, he picked up Chu Yi, blanket and all, and carried him to the recliner by the French windows, carefully putting him down.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining warmly on them. Zhou Ai adjusted the angle of the recliner so that Chu Yi could comfortably recline, enjoying the sunlight without it being too bright.

"And what about you?" Chu Yi asked, watching him bustling around.

"I'll stay here with you." Zhou Ai pulled up a chair next to her and sat down leisurely. "You do your thing, I'll do mine. Once you've calmed down, we'll think about what to have for lunch."

Looking at Zhou Ai beside him, who was earnestly replying to messages, his profile appeared particularly deep in the light.

Chu Yi quietly reached out her finger and hooked it around his finger resting on the side of the chair.

Zhou Ai paused, then grabbed his hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.