A sophomore in college starts by getting a marriage certificate with a female CEO.

Not right.

Something's very wrong!

Lu Yang stroked his chin.

From the first day he moved in, Li Xixue's master bedroom has never been opened at night, as if she was afraid he would sleepwalk in and wander in.

It wasn't closed today?

careless?

Was it intentional?

Lu Yang originally intended to walk back to his room.

But that's human nature; the more unusual something is, the more captivated we become.

He subconsciously peeked through the crack in the door.

Li Xixue sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

She had just finished showering.

Her hair wasn't dry yet, and it was still wet, hanging loosely on her shoulders and back.

I've changed out of that lace nightgown.

She was now wearing an even shorter, milky-white silk camisole, the material so thin it was almost see-through, with two thin straps hanging loosely on her shoulders, and only a small piece of fabric covering her chest.

She wasn't wearing makeup or had her hair up.

She sat casually, legs crossed, her hands rhythmically tapping on the laptop in front of her.

The light shone from the warm-colored bedside lamp, enveloping her in a soft glow.

Lu Yang's gaze lingered on her for a few more moments before he looked away and slipped inside.

Lu Yang slipped in very quietly.

But Li Xixue's perception ability is no joke.

She looked up towards the doorway, her wet hair hanging down the side of her face, obscuring half of her expression.

"Who let you in?"

Lu Yang stood at the door, hands in his pockets, and said matter-of-factly, "The door is open."

Li Xixue paused for a moment.

She definitely didn't close the door.

But that doesn't mean he can just swagger in.

"go out."

Your hair isn't dry.

Lu Yang ignored her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Li Xixue looked down at her wet hair draped over her shoulders; she hadn't had time to dry it after taking a shower.

Moreover, she also has to finish her speech for tomorrow, so she's a bit overwhelmed.

"What's it to you?"

"If someone catches a cold, who will give the speech tomorrow?"

Li Xixue was stunned, wondering what he wanted to do.

next moment.

Lu Yang had already walked to the dressing table and picked up the hair dryer on it.

"come over."

Li Xixue sat on the bed without moving.

Lu Yang glanced at her, walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and then pointed the hairdryer at the back of her head.

The hot air hit her wet hair, carrying a faint, lingering scent of shampoo and her unique body fragrance.

Li Xixue's shoulders tensed for two seconds, then slowly relaxed.

She neither spoke nor refused.

Lu Yang held a hairdryer in one hand and used the other to part her hair.

To be honest, it was the first time he had ever blow-dried a woman's hair.

The movements weren't particularly skillful.

Li Xixue sat cross-legged, with her back to him, typing on her notebook.

Although she didn't say a word, her hands were clenched tightly as she typed.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Yang asked.

"What?"

Lu Yang was referring to the spot where she got splattered with oil while cooking: "Wear a long-sleeved shirt next time you cook."

The hairdryer continued to whistle.

After about five or six minutes, my hair was almost dry.

Lu Yang turned off the switch and put the hair dryer back on the dressing table.

"alright."

Li Xixue touched her hair; it was dry and fluffy.

She turned to look at Lu Yang, her lips moving slightly.

"...Thanks."

The sound was very soft.

So quiet it was almost drowned out by the sound of the air conditioner.

Lu Yang smiled, got up and walked towards the door.

"Then I'm leaving."

As he reached the door, Lu Yang suddenly stopped, turned around, and waved, "Goodnight, Mr. President."

"Wait... come back."

Li Xixue suddenly raised her head and said something.

"What?"

Lu Yang stopped and turned around.

"Never mind if you didn't hear it."

Li Xixue lowered her head.

"Okay!"

Without saying a word, Lu Yang immediately crawled into bed.

His speed in getting into bed is truly remarkable.

Before Li Xixue could react, he had already wrapped himself in the blanket and lay down.

"you……"

Li Xixue's expression faltered.

She said she was coming back because she wanted him to help her plug in the laptop's charging cable, as the battery was almost dead.

Who let him come back to sleep?

"I asked you to plug in the charger for me!"

"oh."

Lu Yang didn't move. "After I'm done, can I continue lying down?"

"cannot."

Li Xixue gritted her teeth.

Why is this person clinging to me like this?

She reached out to push him, but Lu Yang rolled over and wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Shameless!

"Lu Yang, get up."

I'm sleepy.

"You have a bed in your own room!"

"Your face is big and comfortable."

Li Xixue: "..."

She propped herself up on the bed and looked down at the man who was lingering in her bed.

Even if you tried to kick him, he was still wrapped in a blanket, so you couldn't move him.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't get up, I'll call the police."

Lu Yang closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Go ahead and report it. Just say your husband doesn't sleep in a separate bed from you, and see if the police will do anything about it."

Li Xixue's face flushed instantly.

Husband?

Although the two are indeed in this relationship legally.

But it was still a little embarrassing to be told that to my face.

She opened her lips, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Forget it.

Go to sleep.

Li Xixue sat back down, annoyed to death. She didn't care anymore and didn't want to care.

She continued revising her speech.

However, she didn't type a single word for the rest of the time.

The cursor on the screen blinked repeatedly, but her fingers remained motionless on the keyboard.

Immediately afterwards, a steady breathing sound came from the side.

She glanced at it from the side.

Lu Yangzhen is asleep.

He was lying on his side, facing her, with one hand outside the blanket, breathing very shallowly and lightly.

The light shone on his profile, making his features appear softer than usual.

Li Xixue stared at him for a few seconds.

Then she reached out, hesitated for a moment, and tucked his exposed hand back under the covers.

"……idiot."

He finished speaking in a very soft voice.

She then closed her notebook and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, she lay down facing Lu Yang, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

The two people were neither far apart nor close.

……

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin line on the floor.

Lu Yang was awakened by a strange feeling.

It wasn't an alarm clock, it wasn't noise, it was... suffocation.

He struggled for a moment in a daze, his mind not yet fully clear.

Then his consciousness gradually returned.

In front of me was a piece of white silk fabric.

And... it's also very soft.

Very soft.

Something's wrong.

That's very wrong.

Lu Yang opened his eyes, and all he could see was a white blur.

now.

His face was completely buried in the gap between Li Xixue's chest and his chest.

Her hand was still on the back of Lu Yang's head.

Lu Yang's whole body stiffened.

His current situation can be described in eight words.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, their fate hangs in the balance.

Damn it... I'm suffocating.

Lu Yang just moved a tiny bit.

Li Xixue snorted, her fingers unconsciously tightening slightly, pressing his head back down.

Lu Yang: "..."

Fine, you're ruthless.

Lu Yang held his breath again.

If this continues, he'll really suffocate.

Cause of death: Asphyxiation.

Murder weapon: vicious.