Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

She sat up abruptly, so fast that if Fu Jingting hadn't dodged quickly, her head would have hit his face.

The blanket slipped down, revealing her smooth, alabaster skin, covered in marks that spoke of the endless madness of the previous night.

She reached out and pulled the blanket over herself. "Get out, I need to change my clothes."

"Change it. It's not like we haven't seen it before."

Xu Qingcheng pulled her hand away, grabbed the pillow, and threw it over.

Fu Jingting reached out and caught the pillow, then tossed it back into her hands. "You can keep dawdling. Grandma said we need to go over there at noon, but I think it'll be afternoon by now."

After he finished speaking, he went straight into the dressing room to change his clothes.

"When did you say we were going at noon? Why didn't you tell me?" Xu Qingcheng was both angry and furious. "Fu Jingting, you're so mean!"

The man took out a set of pajamas and handed them to her. Xu Qingcheng didn't care about anything else. She put on the pajamas in front of him. When she got out of bed, she didn't know if her legs were weak or she tripped. She fell onto the carpet, but he reached out and pulled her back.

The man laughed at her, "It's not the New Year yet, you don't need to give me such a grand gesture."

Xu Qingcheng blushed, reached out and punched him, then pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door, her face flushed even more. Inside, the bathtub, shower, and floor were a mess.

Xu Qingcheng was going crazy. She closed her eyes, pretending not to see anything, and hurriedly washed her face and brushed her teeth, but some explicit images kept popping into her mind.

He made her call him "husband" so she could hear it.

She couldn't bring herself to call out; she felt it was too intimate and too embarrassing.

Fu Jingting is a shameless scoundrel, a complete bastard and a hooligan.

Xu Qingcheng felt a strange sensation when brushing her toothbrush, as if it were a pair of swords. The thought made her face flush with rage, and she wished she could chop up the person who had seen her shameless side.

She didn't take any medication, so how could she do that?

After rinsing her mouth, the woman in the mirror looked embarrassed, overlapping with the woman from last night who had glazed over and struck a shameful pose. Xu Qingcheng splashed water on her face.

Fu Jingting pushed open the bathroom door and saw her washing her face. He then obediently tidied up the things scattered on the tiles, washing and putting them back in their place. He also picked up the cosmetics that had been swept onto the floor and placed them on the side of the sink.

He moves to her left, she moves to her right; he moves to her right, she moves to her left. Their awkward movements are incredibly cute.

The man couldn't help but laugh, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the passionate scenes of the previous night.

From bed to bathroom, and from bathroom to bed, Fu Jingting never considered himself to have extremely poor self-control or to be addicted to women.

But he had to admit that he was addicted to her and couldn't get rid of her.

Such a bewitching face, such a seductive and alluring appearance, she acts all charming and seductive, yet when the moment comes, she's so innocent and pure that you can't help but want to tease her.

She was innocent, lustful, and pitiful at the same time, and he couldn't control himself.

The way he treated her, the extreme physical pleasure he gave her, filled her with despair. She never knew that she could be so wanton when she was sober.

Shame and embarrassment seeped into every cell of her body. Last night, at the very end, she broke down in tears, clinging to him, crying her heart out. "You bastard Fu Jingting, how could you do this to me? How am I ever going to face anyone again?"

He laughed, "Only I see your wanton and dissolute side, only I can see it. What are you afraid of?"

She slapped his face haphazardly, saying, "You can't look either."

……

Xu Qingcheng wiped her face, threw the towel back on the towel rack, and walked out, her face puffed out, filled with resentment.

Her clothes were already laid out on the bed in the room; Fu Jingting must have chosen them for her.

She turned around and saw that the man in the bathroom had already changed his clothes and was washing up. As if by telepathy, he also looked in her direction and met her gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "What are you looking at?"

Xu Qingcheng suddenly turned her face back, grabbed the clothes on the bed, and changed them off.

A white apricot knit dress with a French retro style. The knit style features a small V-neck, a loose fit, and a skirt at the hem. It's a very gentle dress that makes the wearer look cozy and at home.

He came up from behind and naturally reached in to take out her hair from under her clothes.

Xu Qingcheng didn't even bother with her own check-up and rushed out. She couldn't keep her elders waiting; it was only the first day, really...

Fu Jingting grabbed her hand and said, "No rush, we've already waited so long."

He straightened her collar, frowning; some marks were impossible to conceal.

Xu Qingcheng shoved him angrily, her eyes red, "It's all your fault!"

"What are you talking about?" he laughed, a meaningful glint in his eyes as he looked at her.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip, blushing as she scolded him, "You scoundrel."

"Fine, I'll be a rogue." The man grabbed her hand, led her outside, and added, "Mrs. Fu doesn't like me being a rogue with you?"

"..."

"How come I remember you saying you really liked it last night?"

"..."

"Did I remember wrong?"

"Shut up."

Xu Qingcheng, her face flushed, was led away by him.

Zhong Wanxiu heard the noise and looked over, only to see them coming down. She didn't know what Jingting had said, but Qingcheng was so annoyed that she reached out and pinched his ear.

The man dodged away, then reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, placing her directly on the step below.

She was so frightened that she reached out to hug him, but after standing still, she pushed him away hard, glaring at him with a look that was so fierce it could melt anyone's bones.

That ambiguous atmosphere between young people just wafted out, making people think, "It's so good to be young."

Zhong Wanxiu coughed lightly, and the two of them stopped fighting.

He led her over, and Xu Qingcheng felt extremely embarrassed. She apologized softly, "Mom, I'm sorry, I forgot our promise."

Seeing her flushed and embarrassed face, and noticing the occasional hickeys on her neck, Zhong Wanxiu understood the situation and subtly glared at Fu Jingting.

"It's alright." Zhong Wanxiu smiled and introduced her and Liu Yang to each other.

The designer looked at her and his eyes lit up. "Wow, Mr. Fu's wife is more beautiful than many celebrities."

She took out a measuring tape to measure Xu Qingcheng's body. As soon as the measurements came out, Liu Yang smiled and said, "She has a great figure. This gives you more options for clothes."

As she spoke, she pinched Xu Qingcheng's waist, "Look at this tiny waist, it's enough to make countless people swoon."

Xu Qingcheng felt uncomfortable, but since they were all ladies, she didn't take it to heart.

Fu Jingting, however, remained calm, his expression somber, and asked indifferently, "Have you taken the measurements?"

Liu Yang was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Not yet."

Zhong Wanxiu glanced at him and said, "You go about your business. Do you need to watch a woman take her clothes?"

Fu Jingting didn't follow him any further; he had other things to take care of, so he went into his study.

"I happened to bring a few outfits with me," she said, looking at Xu Qingcheng. "Why don't you try them on and see how they look on me."

Liu Yang took the clothes and handed them to Xu Qingcheng, smiling, "Your husband is so possessive, he won't even let me touch him. If I were a man, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hand."

Her face flushed red. Feeling embarrassed by being spoken to like that to her face, Xu Qingcheng explained in a low voice, "No, he's just like that."