Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

In the evening, Yun Shuyao, for the first time ever, had Chun Tao set out dinner in the warm pavilion and also had a pot of osmanthus wine warmed.

When Xiao Fang returned from the Censorate covered in sweat, he saw the candlelight flickering in the warm pavilion, with Yun Shuyao sitting at the table.

She was wearing a begonia-red nightgown, her entire body barely concealed.

Yun Shuyao loosely tied her long hair into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck, making her look lazy and gentle.

"Today... have I forgotten what day it is?"

Xiao Fang's Adam's apple bobbed, his steps faltered, and his gaze slid from her face to her collar before slowly returning to her eyes.

Her collar was much lower than usual today, revealing a small patch of skin below her collarbone, which was usually not visible and was bathed in a warm, pale gold glow by the candlelight.

"It's not a special occasion, can't I wait for you to eat?"

Yun Shuyao picked up her wine glass, looked up at him, and her gaze held an expression he had never seen on her face before.

Xiao Fang stared at her for several breaths, then slowly untied his outer robe, threw it on the back of the chair, and sat down opposite her.

As he raised his glass, the man's gaze never left her face.

There was scrutiny, curiosity, and above all, a spark of interest in his gaze.

Xiao Fang could tell that his wife was doing it on purpose.

She dressed like this on purpose, and deliberately held a wine glass in front of him, taking small sips.

He then deliberately pretended that nothing had happened.

This was something Xiao Fang found extremely novel.

His Yao Yao, who was always dignified and reserved, was teased by him and would hide all over the house.

Tonight, he suddenly became a different person, like a cat that he had been teasing for a long time, finally turning the tables.

"Yao Yao".

Xiao Fang stared intently, swallowed hard, and slowly put down his wine glass.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and spoke in a low, slow voice.

"Do you have something to say?"

Yun Shuyao paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass, but then steadied herself.

She looked up, met his gaze, and tried to make her voice sound calm and even.

"Come here."

Xiao Fang, like an obedient big dog, immediately stood up, walked around the round table, and quickly walked to her.

Then he quietly looked down at her.

Yun Shuyao looked up, unable to avoid his gaze, and instead reached out to grab the belt around his waist.

Her slender, jade-like fingers trembled slightly, but her grip was tight, pulling the man half a step closer to her.

The path wasn't large, but the direction was very clear.

Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Fang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense the entire way, finally settled back into place.

His eyes lit up immediately, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.

Yun Shuyao tiptoed and gently pecked his Adam's apple.

The movement was very light; the lips touched briefly and then moved away, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

But such an action, like a drop on calm water, creates a silent ripple.

Xiao Fang instantly entered battle mode, his body tensing up like a fully drawn bow ready to be released.

He looked down at Yun Shuyao, his eyes filled with surprise, but even more so with delight.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, but it wasn't his usual lazy, controlling smile.

Rather, it's a silly grin that comes from a dazed young man after being hit with a surprise.

After laughing, he picked Yun Shuyao up in his arms and strode towards the inner room.

"Yaoyao, do you know what you're doing?"

As his arm touched the soft skin beneath the gauze dress, Xiao Fang couldn't help but swallow again.

"Of course I know!"

Yun Shuyao's voice was both delicate and charming, soft and sweet, more arousing than any aphrodisiac.

"So, do you know... what will happen next?"

Yun Shuyao buried her face in the crook of his neck and stopped talking.

Xiao Fang lowered his head and chuckled in her ear, his voice deep and smug.

"You started this fire, so you're responsible for it to the end."

He gently placed her on the bed, his movements so light that it was as if he were placing a rare piece of porcelain.

The gauze curtains fell silently behind them, filtering the candlelight into a hazy, warm orange hue.

Yun Shuyao lay on her back on the brocade quilt, her long, black hair spread out beside the pillow, making her face appear even whiter.

She didn't hide, nor did she instinctively cover herself with the blanket as she used to.

This time, she simply looked quietly at the tall man, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Xiao Fang propped himself up on one hand beside her ear, looked down at her, and his breathing was noticeably more rapid than before.

His Adam's apple bobbed on the ground, but he didn't move immediately. Instead, he traced her features inch by inch with his gaze, as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Yaoyao, tonight..."

Xiao Fang spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's not quite the same as usual."

Yun Shuyao smiled and reached out to hook her arm around his neck.

When the cool fingers touched the skin on the back of his neck, Xiao Fang's breath hitched noticeably.

Yun Shuyao sensed it, and her smile deepened. She gently drew a circle on the back of his neck with her fingertips.

"So, do you like it or not?"

Xiao Fang took a deep breath, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and mumbled something.

"You know perfectly well how much I like it."

Yun Shuyao chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against his heart.

She turned her head and pressed her lips against Xiao Fang's earlobe, mimicking what he used to do to her, lightly brushing against him.

Xiao Fang froze for a moment, his arm supporting him on the side taut like a rock.

"Yao Yao".

His voice carried a hint of warning, but beneath that warning lay an uncontrollable thirst.

"Um?"

Yun Shuyao pretended to be naive, her fingers sliding from the back of his neck to his collar, slowly unbuttoning the first button.

Xiao Fang grabbed her hand.

The palm was burning hot, the fingertips calloused, yet the grip on her slender wrist was so light it was as if afraid of crushing her.

Xiao Fang looked up at her, his eyes swirling with a strong and suppressed emotion, as if he had something stuck in his throat that he couldn't bear to keep quiet.

"these days."

Xiao Fang's voice was low, with a hint of unaccustomed seriousness.

"I've been so busy dealing with the Wing King's gang that I've been leaving early and coming back late every day. You're already asleep when I get back."

You weren't awake when I left this morning.

He paused, then gently stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb.

"It's my fault, it seems... I haven't spent enough time with you these past few days."

Yun Shuyao blinked, and seeing the rare hint of guilt in his eyes, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

"Xiao Fang."

Yun Shuyao called him.

"Um?"

"I like it too."

Xiao Fang was taken aback.

Yun Shuyao looked into his eyes and spoke clearly, word by word.

Do you think you're the only one who wants me? I actually want you too.

I didn't say it before, not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't bring myself to say it. What you like, I like too.

Xiao Fang looked at her, his gaze burning with something hot and bright, almost scorching her.

The man leaned down, his forehead touching hers, their noses meeting, their breaths mingling, indistinguishable as to whose was hotter.

"You just said...you miss me too?"

Yun Shuyao did not answer.

She lifted her chin and kissed his lips.

She initiated the kiss.

She first gently touched his lower lip, and then, mimicking what he used to do to her, traced the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue.

Xiao Fang's breathing became completely disordered. His hands, which were gripping her waist, tightened suddenly, pulling her closer into his arms and deepening the kiss.

The man's kiss slid from her lips to her chin, and then from her chin to her earlobe.

His hot breath sprayed on her neck, making her tremble all over.

Xiao Fang's fingers were also restless, tracing down her shoulder inch by inch, his movements carrying an urgency rarely seen before.

It's like someone who has been holding back for far too long, and finally, the string snapped.