Newlyweds are in the throes of passion, but Professor He's little darling wants a separation.

After Wen Xi removed her makeup, she cautiously peeked out.

He Tingchu was not in the bedroom.

Like a fish returning to the sea, she was able to breathe normally again.

She could hear a man talking on the phone in a low voice coming from the study next door. It seemed he was busy, and she couldn't understand a single word of the technical jargon he used.

The huge walk-in closet was filled with neatly arranged rows of women's clothing, while the other third of it contained He Tingchu's simple shirts and trousers, a complete collection of everything.

Opening the drawer, I found it filled with outrageous underwear, and the pajamas section was even more appalling.

She could choose from a variety of styles and fabrics, lace, openwork... but each piece of fabric was terribly thin.

...

Not a single decent item could be found.

Whose aesthetic sense is this?

Wen Xi carefully selected a smoky purple silk slip dress after a long time, and then her figure flashed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was still filled with a hazy mist, water stains on the floor, and waves of heat.

OMG!

He Tingchu just took a shower here.

Some unhealthy images inexplicably flashed before Wen Xi's eyes. Was he standing here showering like this just now, under the showerhead?

The lingering steam carried a faint scent of woody fir wood from the man, mixed with the aroma of lemon and mint-infused shower gel, seeping into her nostrils.

Ten minutes earlier, he had stood naked where she was standing.

A slight blush rose on Wen Xi's face. The faucet was turned on, and water gushed down. Wen Xi's heart pounded violently, "thump thump thump..."

Go take a shower and let the hot water wash away your truest and most primal desires.

It must be a ghost, how could she come up with such an absurd idea?

Wen Xi stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour without coming out.

A layer of misty steam filled the bathroom.

He Tingchu finished her work and came out at 10:30 p.m., but Wen Xi was not in the bedroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Could it be... that he fainted while taking a shower?

"Wen Qiqi...are you alright? Open the door." The urgent knocking on the frosted glass door brought Wen Xi back to reality.

"Almost done... Don't come in." She was startled and slammed the tap off.

"Don't shower for too long, you'll run out of oxygen." A deep male voice came from outside the frosted glass door.

"I understand." Wen Xi took a towel to dry his body and changed into the thin cloth.

You won't know until you put it on, and then you'll be shocked.

The silk camisole was barely above the knee... the straps were so thin they were almost invisible, and it only reached two or three inches below the buttocks... revealing two fair and straight thighs... and a large expanse of soft, beautiful scenery.

That's way too exaggerated.

Will He Tingchu think she did it on purpose?

However, this is clearly the one with the most fabric and the most conservative design.

Who invented these pajamas?!

What should we do? Someone please save her.

Wen Xi lingered in the bathroom for quite a while, until he noticed the bedroom light was off.

Does that mean we can go out now?

Under cover of darkness, she quietly slipped out.

There's no one in the bedroom, it's safe!

Wen Xi lifted the covers and first stuffed her soft, white body inside. She pulled the covers up to cover herself completely, not caring about anything else, she just wanted to claim the bed first.

The blanket barely covered her full, soft body.

As for where he'll sleep, he'll have to figure that out himself.

She decisively closed her eyes, and heard faint rustling sounds coming from the study.

The sound grew closer, and the bedroom was filled with a familiar, cool scent of oranges and lemons, exactly like her own fragrance.

But this scent was distinctly different, carrying a hint of mature masculine woody fir, which was gradually seeping into her body.

Wen Xi's breath hitched, and she abruptly raised her watery eyes. He Tingchu stood blankly at the foot of the bed, clutching her pillow.

"Um, the sofa in the study has been moved away," He Tingchu said, rubbing his nose.

He had planned to spend the night on the sofa in the study, but when he went in, he found that the sofa had disappeared.

"Then, where will you sleep?" Wen Xi's face was slightly red, probably due to lack of oxygen while showering; her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

There wasn't even a bench at the end of the bed...

"It's alright, you go to sleep first, I'll think of something." After a long silence, He Tingchu slowly spoke.

He went back to the dressing room to find a blanket, thinking he would just make do with lying on the chair in the study, but he returned empty-handed.

"Didn't find it?" Wen Xi tucked himself into the blanket, only sticking out his soft, chubby head.

"This...this...then I'll go sleep in the guest room." He Tingchu lowered his head with a dejected look in his eyes.

Wen Xi thus openly and legitimately occupied his bed.

Well, after getting married, he found he had nowhere to go.

On their very first day of marriage, they're sleeping in separate rooms?

What should the He family think?

Will the He family's funds still arrive as scheduled?

Countless thoughts raced through Wen Xi's mind, leaving her no choice but to consider them.

"Tingchu, um... if you don't mind, how about we just stay here for the night? It'll be dawn in just a few hours anyway..."

"..."

"Hmm." As soon as she finished speaking, He Tingchu decisively lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down fully clothed.

His bed's surname is He.

Why can't he sleep?

The spring mattress suddenly began to bear the weight of the two people, and tilted down slightly.

The overhead light was off, leaving only two dim bedside lamps. The two of them settled into their respective corners, with enough space between them for an adult to sleep.

The night was thick and still, so quiet you could hear a needle dropping into a plush carpet.

In the darkness, with all his senses suppressed, Wen Xi felt like he was suffocating.

She curled up, her back to the man, her nerves taut as if wound up, ready to snap at any moment. Her face was flushed red, and she could barely breathe.

He Tingchu closed his eyes, but he wasn't sleepy at all. With a stranger barging into his life, it was hard for him to concentrate on falling asleep.

A familiar room, unfamiliar people; he could clearly sense the unease and tension in the person beside him.

"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you... I'm not some kind of beast." He Tingchu felt her rapid breathing and braced himself to break the suffocating atmosphere.

...

What are you thinking about, Wen Qiqi?

Wen Xi's imagination ran wild.

He's gay, why are you nervous?

It's all an illusion.

Wen Xi patted his face.

Thinking of this, Wen Xi's tense nerves immediately relaxed. He was a man with a somewhat abnormal sexual orientation; the idea of ​​having a sisterly relationship was just for show. The slight blush on Wen Xi's face gradually faded, and his emotions returned to normal.

She immediately felt relieved, shifting into a more comfortable position. Today was the day she had begged He Tingchu to marry her, essentially forcing his will. For this, she should politely express her gratitude.

"Brother Tingchu, I haven't had a chance to thank you all day. If you hadn't stood up for me, I would have..."

"No need to thank me, I... didn't lose out either." He Tingchu chuckled softly.

What does this mean?

Could it be that he and Grandpa He had a secret talk on the top floor?

When she went to him for help, he had just come out of the CEO's office and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Old fox.

Humph.

It turns out it was just a matter of each getting what they wanted.

Indeed, how could only one side benefit from a marriage between two families?

Although she doesn't understand why the He family is so determined to have her, they must have considered their own options before they took notice of her; it's a matter of mutual benefit.

They're all ancient turtles, none of them are innocent.

She almost oversimplified things.

Moreover, He Tingchu is known for his cunning, scheming, and exceptionally high intelligence. How could he possibly make a losing deal?

She underestimated his intelligence.

Thinking about all this, Wen Xi's slightest bit of guilt towards He Tingchu vanished instantly.

Although she was seven years younger than He Tingchu, she had been attending various social gatherings with Wen Shiyuan over the years and had become quite knowledgeable.

"Brother Tingchu, let's be frank. When you marry me, is there a price tag?" Wen Xi's tone suddenly changed.

He Tingchu's temple vein throbbed.

It turns out that his young wife was going head-to-head with him.