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

Seeing her enter the hall looking flustered, the housekeeper hurried to greet her and asked with concern:

"Mrs. He, are you alright? Are you still going out?"

"..." Should I tell her that she was bullied by He Tingchu?

"Can you help me call a taxi? I ​​want to go back to Kyoto University."

Security at Lantingge is extremely tight; taxis are only allowed to enter the community when the housekeeper calls for one.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

A few minutes later, a minivan pulled up in the lobby, and Wen Xi got in.

She sat in the car in a daze, still in a daze. It was just a kiss with He Tingchu, wasn't it?

Why is she afraid?

She's 23 already, isn't kissing a perfectly normal thing?

No, that was her first kiss, that big bad guy He Tingchu.

No, it was clearly her initiative, but later it turned out that the initiative was no longer under her control.

However, this action, which she started, did not end with her will.

Wen Xi has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. She hates things that don't go according to plan, as if things have gone off track.

After it happened, she had the illusion that He Tingchu had taken advantage of her.

Wen Xi's mind kept replaying the events of that night. She gently stroked her bright red lips with her fingertips, her face burning hot.

O(╥﹏╥)o

What to do? Her first kiss is gone...

Didn't I say I should give my first kiss to the man I love?

However, it was given to He Tingchu.

He Tingchu is a scoundrel.

Old fox.

...

Wen Xi silently cursed him thousands of times in his heart.

"Passenger, we've arrived at Kyoto University." The driver interrupted her reverie.

Wen Xi subconsciously reached for his phone... but where was it?

This is the second time she has lost her phone today.

Wen Xi glanced at the display screen in the car; it was 11:30 p.m., and the dormitory was already closed.

She can't go back.

What should she do?

She glanced down at the pink slippers on her feet, remained silent for a while, and then spoke up shyly:

"Master, could you please go back to Lanting Pavilion? I didn't bring my phone."

The driver turned his head and looked at her incredulously, yet seemed to understand everything.

Ten minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop at the lobby entrance. The man standing in the lobby looked anxious and helpless.

He took a shower, and when he came out, he searched the entire room but found that Wen Xi was gone, and he hadn't even taken his phone.

He was wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt and black loungewear trousers, and he came into the hall barefoot. Upon seeing him like this, the butler quickly went to him.

"Mr. He, what's wrong?"

"Have you seen my wife?"

"Oh, Mrs. He just left. We called a car for her. I think we heard her tell the driver she wanted to go to Peking University. Do you want us to get the driver's phone number for you?"

"Go and adjust it now," the man hissed, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The housekeeper was terrified and hurriedly made a phone call. This top-floor resident was known for being cooperative with their work, and she had never seen him so sinister before.

He Tingchu clenched his fists. Why did he lose control? It was all his fault.

Could it be that his drunken and emotional state had scared Wen Xi away, and an unprecedented fear seemed to be slowly swallowing him up like a dark swamp?

He was just about to have the butler call a car to Peking University when Wen Xi opened the car door and saw He Tingchu standing in front of her. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she spoke in a pitiful voice.

"He Tingchu..."

He Tingchu glanced sideways, strode over, and with a long arm, pulled her straight into his broad chest. His warm palms gently ruffled her fluffy hair, his deep voice filled with comfort.

"I'm sorry, I scared you... Wen Qiqi, it was my fault, I promise I'll never do it again."

"I...I..." The words stuck in Wen Xi's throat, and he couldn't say a word.

She instinctively opened her arms and gently wrapped them around his narrow waist.

Seeing that the two had finally reconciled, the housekeeper wisely stepped back and canceled the ride-hailing order.

"Um, He Tingchu, I'd like to stay the night, but the dorm is closed... Also, I forgot my phone, and I haven't paid the fare yet, it's a round trip." Wen Xi leaned lazily against him, sniffing, her nose red from the cold.

It was late autumn in the capital, and the temperature difference between night and day was quite large. In addition, Wen Xi had fled in a panic and forgot to take her coat.

Little careless.

Thank goodness for her careless nature, otherwise his little darling would have run away.

When he discovered that Wen Xi was missing, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was terrified, afraid that he had frightened Wen Xi and that he would never be able to coax him back.

He shouldn't have lost control like that.

He had never been so out of control.

Fortunately, she returned to his side.

He Tingchu, his joints bent, affectionately stroked the tip of her pert nose.

"Let's go home."

He held Wen Xi for a while, subconsciously taking her hand in his, as if she would disappear if he didn't hold her tightly. Only when he held her small hand in his palm could his heart return to normal.

The two naturally held hands, their fingers intertwined, their palms damp. Wen Xi noticed he was barefoot. She frowned and said angrily,

Why aren't you wearing shoes?

"Oh, I forgot too," He Tingchu said in a barely audible voice.

The housekeeper tactfully prepared disposable slippers, and after He Tingchu changed into them, the two entered the elevator.

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"I'm so scared, sis, my heart is pounding," the housekeeper said to her colleague.

"Me too... The homeowner looked at me like he wanted to kill me, even though I was the one who called the car."

"I almost thought I was going to lose my job."

"Me too. Did the young couple have a fight?"

"I don't know. Rich people are really hard to please. It's not a job for humans."

...

The dim indoor lights came on again. He Tingchu gripped her small hand tightly; his palms were damp with a fine sheen of sweat. Was he holding it too tightly?

"He Tingchu, I'm fine now, let go." Wen Xi couldn't understand why He Tingchu was holding on so tightly.

His palms were burning hot.

He Tingchu's reaction today reminded her of his reaction ten years ago when he came out of the secret room.

And so, after he was carried out by the servants, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but he held her small hand tightly and wouldn't let go no matter what.

"Oh..." He Tingchu realized what was happening and released her hand almost instantly.

The two of them each took a step back, their bodies instinctively increasing the physical distance between them.

Finally, with the sky clear and the sea open, Wen Xi regained control of his heart, and his breathing became much more stable.

The two of them were like two timid turtles, retreating back into their hard shells.

His tone returned to being polite and courteous.

"If... I make you angry in the future, can you not run away? You can hit me, scold me, but don't... suddenly disappear, okay?" He Tingchu's deep voice spilled out.

Despite being almost thirty, Wen Xi felt a sense of insecurity and anxiety about him.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"I promised Mom and Dad I'd take good care of you in Beijing. If something happens to you... I'm afraid... I won't be able to explain it to them." He Tingchu touched his nose and added guiltily.

"Hmm." So that's how it is. Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief, almost mistaking him for him.

It turns out that the marriage certificate still imposed on him the responsibilities and obligations.

That makes sense. How could He Tingchu, who's as stiff as a robot, possibly like someone like her?

This cold machine has no feelings.

"Go wash up first. You can sleep in the bedroom tonight, and I'll sleep on the sofa. I won't do anything you don't like anymore." He Tingchu found a set of his usual loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt and handed it to her.

"Make do with these for now. I'll have the maid prepare your clothes from now on."

Wen Xi took the clothes and went to the bathroom.

She soaked herself in He Tingchu's bathtub, still thinking about what He Tingchu had just said.

In conclusion, what happened between the two of them tonight must have been due to alcohol. He drank too much, and indeed, when you drink too much, you make mistakes.

But why did she take the initiative to kiss him?

Are you crazy?

Wen Xi splashed a handful of cold water on her flushed face. Wake up, wake up, Wen Xi.

It's because he's too good-looking.

You can't blame her; people always can't help but want to take a closer look at something beautiful.

It's like when she sees a beautiful flower bud, she can't help but go up and smell its fragrance.

Wen Xi interpreted her behavior as smelling the fragrance of flower buds.

So she felt at ease.

After showering, she dried herself off and changed into He Tingchu's short-sleeved shirt.

The faint scent of wood and sandalwood wafted into her nostrils, as if she were being held in He Tingchu's arms. Wen Xi was enveloped by an unprecedented sense of security. She squinted comfortably, wondering what kind of laundry detergent he was using. Hmm, it smelled quite nice.

She likes it very much.