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

"Tingchu, come on, have a drink with Dad." Wen Shiyuan filled his cup.

"Dad, he can't drink alcohol; he has to drive later."

"Why go back? Stay at home." Xie Chunxi said.

"Dad, I can't drink much..." He Tingchu said in a low voice.

"Just one drink, have it with your dad, he's in a good mood today." Xie Chunxi winked at him.

"Okay." Since Xie Chunxi had spoken, He Tingchu no longer declined.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips pressed against the wine glass, and his sexy Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Xie Chunxi served him food, and soon a blush appeared on He Tingchu's pale skin.

His eyes seemed bloodshot, and he rested his chin on one hand, gazing at Mrs. He, who was as radiant as the stars, beside him with a drunken, hazy look.

He suddenly didn't want to go back alone.

"Dad, come, let me toast you." The man held the wine glass in his large, well-defined hand, spilling the liquor onto the table, his shoulders swaying slightly.

"You got drunk after just one drink?" Wen Shiyuan looked at Xie Chunxi, puzzled.

"I told you not to let him drink... What are we going to do? How is he going to go back?" Wen Xi pouted and complained in a low voice.

"I didn't know this kid's alcohol tolerance was so low... why did he even bother to return it?" Despite her protective nature towards her husband, Wen Shiyuan looked quite innocent after being scolded by her daughter.

"Help Tingchu go back to rest," Xie Chunxi instructed.

"Why me?" Wen Xi crossed his arms.

"Why should he... He's your husband, you're married, how can he be so clueless?" Xie Chunxi patted her back directly.

Sigh, sigh.

Wen Xi sighed deeply, then put his arm around He Tingchu's slender waist, draped his arm over her shoulder, and helped her towards her room.

"He Tingchu, you better hold on."

The room door was closed.

"Qiqi, we're going for a walk... Take good care of Tingchu." A few minutes later, the sound of the door closing crisply came from the living room.

"That mom..." The three of them were nowhere to be seen in the living room.

Yes, she's past the age where she needs to turn to her mother for everything.

Wen Xi slammed He Tingchu onto the Simmons bed, rubbing his aching shoulders. The man's face looked thin, but he was all muscle.

He's the type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique when undressed.

Damn, he hasn't even taken his clothes off yet, how would she know?

He Tingchu's eyes were bloodshot. He stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

"Water, I'm thirsty... Honey, I want some water..."

Wait, what did he call her?

Wife?

Did she hear that right?

A buzzing sound filled Wen Xi's ears, like tens of thousands of bees flapping their wings simultaneously, sending a tingling sensation through her ears.

"Who's your wife? Don't call me that." Wen Xi said angrily, looking him in the eye.

He Tingchu propped himself up against the headboard and answered seriously.

"I'm married, I have a wife... My wife's name is Wen Xi... Wen Xi is my wife..."

Wen Xi was startled by the voice, her face flushed and her heart pounded. She stared wide-eyed, her face turning an incredibly red hue.

"He Tingchu, don't call me that... I'll go get you some water."

Wen Xi covered his mouth, patted his burning face, and went to pour in some honey water.

"Drink up, it'll help you sober up." Wen Xi mimicked how Xie Chunxi always took care of Wen Shiyuan, patting his back and feeding him water.

However, she moved clumsily and spilled water all over He Tingchu.

"Cough cough...cough." He Tingchu choked on the water and coughed violently.

Wen Xi hurriedly patted his back, but he really had no experience and couldn't do anything right.

Like a child, He Tingchu's chest was soaked with sweat, his shirt clinging to his taut abs, rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

"He Tingchu, don't move, I'll get you a towel."

When she came out with the towel, He Tingchu had already taken off his shirt and thrown it on the floor. Wen Xi quickly covered her eyes. Was this content she could watch for free?

My breathing and heartbeat were completely out of control.

"He Tingchu, who told you to take your clothes off?"

"I want to sleep, and to sleep I have to take off my clothes," the man on the bed muttered under his breath.

Here, slender fingers stopped on the belt, the buckle was undone, and the expensive belt fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

He made a move to pull down his pants, and Wen Xi panicked, shouting sternly.

"He Tingchu...you, stop right now."

Wen Xi, no longer caring about being shy, quickly grabbed his slender fingers that were resting on his waistband.

You can't take your pants off...

This Professor He, when he's drunk, he acts like a hooligan.

He Tingchu lost his balance, and he casually grabbed her fair wrist, gently pulling her. His large hand gripped her waist tightly, and Wen Xi fell into his arms without warning.

In an instant, their bodies pressed together. The man beneath her was burning hot, and through the thin fabric, waves of heat emanated from him.

Wen Xi nestled against his chest, their eyes meeting. His eyes were heavy, dark as an abyss, as he gazed at her silently.

The first thing that caught his eye was a face with sharp angles, a high nose bridge, and a smooth jawline. A cold aura enveloped him, and his long, straight black eyelashes, along with a small black mole at the corner of his eye when he lowered his gaze, made his features appear excessively deep.

She forgot to breathe, and time stood still.

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, I just need to go to the bathroom." The sound of a door opening came from the entryway.

Xie Chunxi and the others returned because Grandma's bladder couldn't hold on any longer as soon as she left the community.

Wen Xi regained control of her heart, pushed him away forcefully, and pulled the blanket over him completely.

"Mom and Dad...why are you back so soon?"

Wen Xi's face turned as red as a ripe apple. The couple exchanged a glance.

"How's Tingchu doing?"

"Oh, he's asleep." Wen Xi lowered his head guiltily.

"Well, it's getting late, you should go to sleep too." Xie Chunxi said and went into the bedroom.

Wen Xi returned to her room listlessly. It was 10:30 p.m. The question was, how was she going to sleep?

She had a huge He Tingchu lying in her fragrant bed.

And He Tingchu was drunk.

Wen Xi frowned, then wrung out a wet towel and pinched his chin.

She helped him wipe his face mainly because she was a germaphobe and couldn't stand sleeping next to a slovenly man.

The towel traced down his deep-set eyebrows, leading to his high, straight nose and sensual, thin lips. How could this man be so handsome?

His cold, austere face looked as if it had been sculpted, a true model-like face.

After wiping her face, Wen Xi's gaze lingered on those overly deep-set eyes; she could look at that face for a thousand years and never tire of it.

Under the dim light of the table lamp, Wen Xi mustered his courage, brought his face closer, and brushed his fingertips across the bridge of his nose and across his warm, thin lips.

It's not illegal to look at handsome guys, is it?

What's more, this handsome guy is her husband.

So what if we touched each other or slept together?

Depend on!

How could anyone have such an outrageous idea?

After sleeping with He Tingchu, does she even care about her life?

She hurriedly withdrew her hands, but it was too late; she had already touched...

Anyway, he didn't know, so he touched her.

She's 23 and has never kissed anyone. What does kissing feel like?

What does it feel like to kiss a man?

How does Qin Hetingchu feel about this?

A strange thought kept invading her mind.

She'd heard Xiaoman say that kissing felt like eating ice cream; should she secretly try it...?

Should I just force a kiss on him?

No, Wen Xi.

I never expected you to be a pervert too?

He slapped himself hard across the face.

"Ouch..." It hurts.