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"I read a medical book called 'Human Anatomy'."

She kept her promise to her brother-in-law and didn't mention Zhou Bingwen at all.

"I've finished reading Chapter Eleven."

A very thin vein throbbed on Zhou Bingheng's forehead.

There's no need to guess; there's no other person besides the third brother.

"So that box..."

Su Xingmian's gaze shifted from the cabinet to him, lingering for a moment in an inappropriate place before quickly returning to its original position.

"That's the intended use, right?"

He withdrew his hand from the cabinet door and put it behind his back.

"Su Xingmian".

They started calling her by her full name again.

"Um?"

"Do you never read a book in the order of the table of contents?"

She tilted her head; she didn't quite understand the question.

"I've read every single chapter."

"Before Chapter Eleven, Chapter Ten was about the urinary system..."

"I read it all, without skipping any pages."

She added very seriously.

"I've written down everything, including the glomerular filtration mechanism and the concentrating function of the collecting ducts, very clearly..."

"I'm not asking about your glomeruli."

Zhou Bingheng's voice remained gentle, but his breathing was slightly heavier than before.

Su Xingmian stood up from the ground, her fingers gripping her sleeve.

"Brother, Sister Liu said a word."

"What word?"

"Inspect the goods."

The firewood crackled over in the kitchen.

"She said she was afraid it was all show and no substance; we'll find out tonight after the test."

Her expression was so sincere it was outrageous.

"I think she has a point."

Zhou Bingheng looked at her for five seconds.

His expression remained unchanged for those five seconds, befitting a dignified and meticulous Political Commissar Zhou.

Then he reached out and gently flicked her forehead.

Su Xingmian was thrown back half a step, covering her forehead with her hand, her eyes wide open.

The old fox really does love to flick people's foreheads; my brother-in-law was right.

One hand grabbed her wrist as she covered her forehead and pulled it down.

With his other hand, he pressed his thumb against the reddened patch of skin on her forehead.

He leaned down, so close that she could see her own reflection in his pupils.

"Don't listen to Sister Liu as much as possible in the future."

Su Xingmian's heartbeat began to veer off course.

The sensation of his thumb rubbing against his forehead was dry, hot, and covered in rough calluses.

"Then how would I know you...?"

"Su Xingmian".

This was the third time he had called him by his full name.

Calling her by her full name every time means she's crossed the line.

But Su Xingmian is a domineering flower, and the core characteristic of a domineering flower is that it continues to grow even after crossing the line.

Her voice softened slightly, but she didn't back down.

"I just want to make sure you're healthy."

There was a three-second silence.

His hand was still on her wrist, his thumb moving from her forehead to her temple, resting there without moving.

"I am in good health."

He said.

"What Sister Liu said, and what you read in the book..."

He carefully considered his choice of words.

"You'll find out in the appropriate time."

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

"When is it appropriate?"

"Not now."

Su Xingmian was not satisfied.

Just as she was preparing to launch another attack, Zhou Bingheng released her wrist and turned to go to the kitchen to pour water.

The turning motion was natural, the steps were steady, and the back was straight, just like walking through the regimental headquarters corridor.

But Su Xingmian's demonic power swept over the back of his neck, where the skin was exposed from his collar.

famous.

She stared at the red mark for two seconds.

The old fox's top button could be fastened all the way up, but it couldn't hide the color on the back of his neck.

Then she made a decision.

When he returned with the enamel mug, Su Xingmian was already standing in front of him, so close that she had to look up to see his chin.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

You look especially beautiful today, I really like it.

Zhou Bingheng stopped holding the enamel mug.

Steam rose from the rim of the cup, and white mist spread between the two people.

Su Xingmian tiptoed; her height only reached his chin, and when she stood on tiptoe, she was just at the height of his nose.

"When you get your marriage certificate, put both certificates in your left breast pocket."

"You left a fingerprint next to the flowerpot before you left, you reached out and then pulled back, you wanted to touch it but didn't."

Steam rose from the rim of the cup, and white mist drifted between the two people.

"You obscured my abnormal situation in the report."

she says.

"You saw everything, but you didn't ask, you didn't force, you didn't touch."

What she wanted to say was that she knew every single bit of kindness you had shown her.

After Grandma passed away, no one treated her like that anymore.

He placed the enamel mug on the table.

Su Xingmian didn't put her tiptoes down.

"so……"

Zhou Bingheng lowered his head and pressed his lips to her forehead.

She was stunned.

The patch on my forehead felt dry and hot; I pressed it for two seconds and then removed it.

She was dissatisfied, because it was just like the children her sister-in-law had seen in her own home.

"wrong."

She spoke.

"That's not how it's depicted in the book."

"Which book? Human anatomy doesn't have this chapter."

"Never mind which book it is."

When she saw Wu Qiuli off, she saw Liang Jin kissing Wu Qiuli, the kind where they kiss on the lips, like husband and wife do.

Zhou Bingheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

"The book shows them mouth to mouth."

She added with the rigor of academic research.

"May I?"

A gust of wind rose outside the courtyard, and the branches of the jujube tree rustled against the wall.

Zhou Bingheng raised his right hand, cupped the back of her head with his palm, inserted his fingers into the base of her loose braid, and pressed his thumb behind her ear.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Su Xingmian's body temperature began to spiral out of control.

Thirty-six degrees, thirty-six and a half degrees, thirty-seven degrees—the speed of ascent was something she had never experienced since she took human form.

The flower buds bloomed wildly deep within the soul, rushing directly from the fifth and a half level to the edge of the sixth level.

The fragrance of flowers wafted from her, filling half the room.

He gently and slowly took her lower lip into his mouth.

Guide her to open her mouth a little wider, and then a little wider still.

Su Xingmian had no idea how to respond.

All she knew was that his lips were hot, soft, supple, and had a slight taste of alcohol.

Her hand had somehow found its way to his shirt.

Thirty-seven and five degrees.

He gently pressed his lips against hers.

Thirty-eight degrees.

The fragrance of the flowers was so strong that even he was momentarily stunned. He tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

But he didn't deepen it.

He withdrew three seconds later.

"Silly boy, breathe."

His voice was very low and had a raspy quality to it.

Su Xingmian then realized that she had forgotten to breathe the whole time.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, her face burning hot.

Zhou Bingheng pressed his thumb on the back of her neck, and her breathing returned to normal within ten seconds.

The political commissar's self-control at that moment was so evident that you just wanted to kick him.

"Little liar."

He said it with a very faint laugh at the end.

It took Su Xingmian a while to find her voice.

"I... I didn't lie to you at all!"

You said you were cold.

He casually pointed out one.

"I was indeed cold before."

What's the temperature now?

Su Xingmian silently checked her own body temperature.

Thirty-eight degrees.

The highest record in history.

She buried her face in his chest.

"...Thirty-eight."

His chest heaved slightly as he suppressed a laugh.

"Will you dare to rummage through things again next time?"

Su Xingmian nestled in his arms, her ears burning red.

I thought for three seconds.

"...Can I kiss you one more time?"

Zhou Bingheng slid his hand from the back of her neck to her shoulder, pushing her a little distance away from his embrace.

He looked at her, his gaze falling on her slightly swollen lips.

This time he didn't hide it, letting her see that he was holding back.

"tomorrow."

Su Xingmian blinked.

"Can we kiss every day?"

He paused for a moment.

Then, in a serious tone as if handling official documents, he said, "We are already married, you are my wife, and we can kiss every day."

There was a very short pause.

"But you can't rummage through the cupboards."

Su Xingmian nodded obediently.

She appears well-behaved.

The demonic power sensed the changes throughout his body: his heart rate was 96, his body temperature was 0.8 degrees higher than usual, and there was a noticeable change in a certain area below his waist and abdomen.

Just like the picture in the book.

Her eyes darted around.

"Okay."

He withdrew his demonic power, but a smile played on his lips.

"Brother, your heart is beating so fast."

"Um."

"Is it because of me?"

He did not answer.

There was a silence for several seconds.

She sighed, very, very softly.

"Because of you."

He said those three words and then stopped talking.

Her arm was pulled back in, with just the right amount of force so that she couldn't escape but wouldn't feel any pain.