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

Wen Xi lay back down on He Tingchu's bed and took out his phone to check the messages.

She sent Tingting several more messages apologizing, but Tingting didn't reply.

It seems he's still angry with her.

She closed her eyes, but was wide awake.

The chaos that night had a profound impact on her fragile mind, and the room was completely silent.

Her mind became even more active, and all she could see was He Tingchu's face.

His passionate expression, his urgent kisses on her brows and eyes, his anxious demeanor, and his incoherent speech…

Her fingertips lingered on her swollen, red lips, a jolt of electricity running through her body. She buried her burning cheeks in the blanket, which also carried his familiar scent.

It feels so reassuring and comfortable.

She tossed and turned, unable to contain her excitement. It was already one in the morning, and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She sent a message to Xiaoman:

What should I do? I can't sleep.

Xiaoman replied almost instantly. She was a night owl, while Wenxi always had a regular schedule. At this hour, if she was leaving her a message, something must have happened.

What's wrong, baby?

I have insomnia, do you believe me?

Xiaoman was stunned for a second. Wen Xi was always carefree; even if the sky were to fall, she would still be sleeping soundly.

There's only one reason why she's having insomnia.

[Hey dog, you're in love.]

Xiaoman (the 8th solar term) hit the nail on the head.

"How could that be? I'm not love-struck."

Wen Xi offered a few excuses.

Why can't I sleep?

Wen Xi struggled to find the words; all he wanted to do right now was confide in someone.

My first kiss is gone...o(*////▽////*)q

[My first kiss is gone? Could it be him?] Xiaoman on the other side of the screen was laughing hysterically.

Haha... It's a long night, honey. Married women need to know how to treat themselves well.

After chatting with Xiaoman, Wenxi felt her face getting even hotter.

What are you talking about?

Unreliable.

-

She turned off her phone, but in the pitch-black night, her dark eyes stared wide-eyed. Her legs instinctively tightened around the blanket. In the quiet night, Wen Xi could almost hear her own rapid breathing. There wasn't a sound from the living room.

The suite, which spans two floors, only has one bedroom. I really don't know what He Tingchu was thinking.

The house was decorated to make it seem like guests weren't welcome to stay overnight, and there were even two studies.

Is he asleep?

By the way, does he have a blanket?

He's only been on an international flight for over ten hours. How can he go to work if he doesn't get enough sleep?

A strong sense of responsibility made Wen Xi uneasy, so she tiptoed out of bed. A soft, sweet head peeked out from the bedroom doorway.

Under the dim light of the floor lamp, a white hem of clothing peeked out from under the black leather sofa.

He was curled up on his side, arms crossed, covered only by a thin blanket.

"Cough, cough cough..." The man coughed a few times, his voice sounding as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

Did I catch a cold?

Despite her medical instincts kicking in, she couldn't bear to see He Tingchu even slightly sick.

She mustered her courage and asked hesitantly.

"He Tingchu, are you asleep?"

He Tingchu instantly sprang to her feet, turned her head, and looked up to question him.

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you come in and sleep here? The bed is spacious enough anyway," Wen Xi said in a barely audible voice.

"You don't mind?" A complex light flickered in He Tingchu's eyes.

"It's not like we haven't slept together before... and it was fine before. I promise I'll sleep elegantly this time," Wen Xi said, feigning nonchalance.

"Okay." He Tingchu entered the room almost without hesitation, as if he was afraid that if he hesitated for even a second, Wen Xi would change his mind.

The two lay on the bed like zombies, each huddled in their own corner, back to back, as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.

The blanket was bulging out, and the stiff posture made both of them clearly feel the chill on their backs.

Wen Xi gripped the corner of the blanket tightly; this made it even harder to fall asleep. The bedroom returned to silence, so quiet that he could clearly hear the other person's frantic heartbeat.

"Hey He Tingchu, can you lie flat? You're pulling on the blanket, I feel so cold," Wen Xi said, mustering her courage.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He Tingchu seemed like a dullard.

He lay flat on his back and tucked the blanket closer to Wen Xi.

It seems like he's been apologizing ever since she came back.

"Stop talking...you didn't do anything wrong." Wen Xi didn't like his sudden politeness.

She turned back into a form she didn't recognize.

Did he really do nothing wrong?

"I was the one who kissed you first. You were just following your body's instincts. Plus, the alcohol stimulated the cerebral cortex of your brain. In the end, it was all hormones at work," Wen Xi readily agreed.

It seems like they're analyzing some animal's physical instincts.

He Tingchu was speechless.

A moment of passion transformed into dry biological knowledge in her mouth.

"If you have any physical needs, as your wife, I can accommodate you," Wen Xi said seriously.

After saying this, she herself couldn't believe she had said it.

Good heavens, what is she even talking about?

It was a bolt from the blue.

"Wen Qiqi, I don't need your cooperation. I need you to be willing. The initiative in this matter is always in Mrs. He's hands," He Tingchu said hoarsely, his deep voice slowly overflowing, his eyes as dark as ink unfathomable.

Wen Xi felt an unprecedented sense of panic.

"Oh, she's asleep." Wen Xi gave in first, her earlobes turning bright red.

That's great, He Tingchu likes the opposite sex.

At least, when he kissed her, she seemed to feel her heart flutter.

After everything was explained, Wen Xi seemed to suddenly feel relieved. Even so, He Tingchu had a good sleep aid function, and soon, the sound of a woman's calm and even breathing came from the other side of the pillow.

After confirming she was asleep, the man pinched her soft waist and pulled her into his arms. The rich fragrance of her hair mingled with her faint, soft body scent, permeating every part of her body, and the man's sexy Adam's apple bobbed.

He was spineless; he only dared to kiss her after she fell asleep.

The man's cool lips touched her smooth forehead.

She was his wife; he never intended to become a monk.

Hugging and kissing are both normal, after all, he also has normal physical needs, that's what He Tingchu thought.

But he was willing to give her time to gradually adapt to her status as his legal wife, and not to rush things.

He Tingchu repeatedly reminded himself that he could definitely do it, but it seemed that everything had gone off track after he got off the plane.

Out of control, he fell, his heart pounding wildly, almost beyond his tolerance. He opened a hidden compartment, took out a white pill, and swallowed it whole.

"He Tingchu, stay calm, take a deep breath, you can do it."

"1.2……3……4".

-

The next day, Wen Xi woke up in He Tingchu's arms again, as expected.

She was sleeping on her own half of the bed, but when she woke up, she found herself tumbling and crawling into He Tingchu's arms.

The man beside her had a slight frown on his brow and was fast asleep.

This is the third time.

No wonder Ms. Xie didn't want to sleep with her, saying that her sleeping posture was all over the place.

What happened?

Every time she lay down with He Tingchu, she would instinctively clamp her legs tightly around his body.

Oh, a body pillow.

Even though it was a side effect of her having to sleep with a human-shaped body pillow every night for the past two years.

Wen Xi struggled to get out of his arms, her forehead accidentally brushing against the man's chin, and He Tingchu's hand involuntarily rested on her waist.

Wen Xi was terrified that he would suddenly open his eyes.

So she simply closed her eyes immediately and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Thankfully, He Tingchu didn't wake up.

A few minutes later, after confirming that he was quiet and normal, Wen Xi turned to his side. At that moment, He Tingchu rolled over, and Wen Xi's face was just centimeters away, within reach.

The first thing you see is a face with sharp angles, a high nose bridge, and a smooth jawline.

Thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes.

Wen Xi just stared at him blankly, remembering what He Tingchu had said last night.

"Wen Qiqi, can you look at me?" The voice echoed repeatedly in her ear.

Yes, she did as he wished.

She gazed at him silently, and time seemed to stand still.

It seems like there's nothing wrong with marrying He Tingchu.

At least, He Da Meiren is really beautiful, and her eyes are quite pleasing to the eye.

She didn't lose out at all.

His face was exactly what she considered beautiful; the stunning beauty He was so captivating that even a heroine like her was captivated by him.

Well, I don't know how long I stared blankly at it, but I certainly got my fill of visual enjoyment.

The alarm clock on her phone went off, startling Wen Xi. She quickly rushed over to turn it off.

On Sunday, she forgot to turn off the alarm clock.

He Tingchu frowned subconsciously and fell asleep again, thankfully without waking him.

Wen Xi dared not stare at the beautiful He Tingchu any longer, lest she appear as an indecent and lewd female hooligan. She secretly pushed He Tingchu's arm away, got out of bed, and went to the guest bathroom outside to wash up.

The softness in his arms had vanished, but the scent of lemon and orange lingered on his body. He Tingchu raised his eyelids slightly, his brows furrowed with a sense of loss.

He has to take it slow; he's very patient, so we mustn't rush things.