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

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Wen Xi, did you hear that right?

What should we choose?

"What?" she asked instinctively.

"I forgot to bring my underwear in," He Tingchu said in a normal tone.

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"?" Wen Xi listened quietly to his own heavy breathing.

The indoor silence was almost suffocating.

"Wen Qiqi...did you find it? My underwear is in the third drawer from the bottom left." The man assumed she couldn't find it.

Actually, when she was tidying up her clothes, she saw a dozen dark-colored underwear neatly stacked in the drawer, and she was incredibly embarrassed.

He's urging me.

"Didn't you bring a bathrobe in? Why would you need underwear..." The straight woman spoke after a long silence.

"Are you sure? Then I'm coming out."

If he came out like that, wouldn't there be nothing under his wide robe?

air force!

This is... terrifying.

"Don't come out, you wait here." Wen Xi didn't care about underwear anymore. She put her feet together and went to the dressing room to get her underwear.

She covered her eyes with her hands, her slender, pale fingers holding a small wad of fabric, and knocked on the glass door.

The glass door opened, and through the rising steam, the silhouettes of broad shoulders, narrow waist, and bronze skin were faintly visible.

"Take it." Wen Xi's eyes were once again stung by that hot body.

She practically launched her underwear inside, while someone grabbed the doorknob from the outside with a "bang."

The bathroom door was closed again.

The underwear had fallen onto the wet floor tiles and was now unwearable; Wen Xi picked it up empty-handed.

The man turned off the shower, glanced at the boxer briefs that had been ruthlessly discarded on the floor, and a noticeable smile appeared on his lips.

Wen Xi ran to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down. She then put her face in the refrigerator to cool down; it was so hot that she was unusually flushed.

When she returned to the bedroom, He Tingchu had already changed into his bathrobe and come out. Wen Xi had his head down.

"Well, you can sleep in the bedroom. I'll sleep on the sofa."

She decided not to argue with him anymore and conceded defeat in this round.

"What, afraid I'll eat you up?" He Tingchu dried his thick, short hair with a towel, then casually tossed his hair, the water droplets from the ends splashing onto her skin.

Wen Xi thought to himself, "He should be the one who's worried."

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

Even a woman is afraid of herself when she goes crazy.

"I...afraid of you? If you're so capable, come on over here." Wen Xi blurted out.

After saying that, she quickly covered her mouth, realizing she had blurted out her true feelings.

He Tingchu was amused; Mrs. He was so adorable.

"Then let's sleep together." He turned his head away and chuckled, making sure he didn't laugh out loud.

Wen Xi ignored him; let him laugh at her if he wanted.

She hugged the pillow and said goodbye to the expensive mattress.

Goodbye, silk quilt.

Just as she reached the door, He Tingchu strode over, grabbed her waist, and hoisted her onto his shoulder from behind.

"He Tingchu, put me down." Wen Xi lost her balance and instinctively grabbed his shoulder to prevent him from falling.

"Mom said that newlyweds shouldn't live apart."

Wen Xi was ruthlessly tucked into the soft blankets. The overhead light was turned off, leaving only the dim yellow light from the floor lamp next to the French windows, casting a faint halo around his eyes.

He Tingchu lifted the blanket and lay down with one leg down.

Wen Xi was trapped in her own little corner, her back to the man, her heart pounding as if a little rabbit was about to jump out of her chest.

He Tingchu wanted to laugh but held it in. He leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes to rest. A few minutes later, he caught sight of his phone out of the corner of his eye. He took out his phone and typed something.

On the bedside table, Wen Xi's phone received a message. Wen Xi opened it and froze.

"Mrs. He, would you dare to kiss me?"

How can this man be so shameless?

This is clearly a blatant provocation.

Wen Xi turned to meet his gaze. In the darkness, their eyes met, and a complex light flickered in both of their eyes.

[Coward!] He Tingchu ignored her threatening gaze and continued typing.

Wen Xi turned off his phone, braced himself against her chest, and instinctively pressed his body against hers.

"He Tingchu, you're dead." She glared at him with teary eyes.

"Wen Qiqi, may I... kiss you?"

After saying that, he placed his palm perfectly against her porcelain-white neck, rubbed his nose against her cheek, and looked at her flushed and panting face from a distance before his cool lips pressed against hers.

He pinched her chin with his fingers and kissed her very gently. At first, the kiss was a little too tender, and Wen Xi didn't dare to move. He forgot to breathe. He took the opportunity to open his teeth and their lips and tongues intertwined in an instant.

"Mmm...mmm...He..." Her breath was stolen from her, Wen Xi's face flushed crimson. She was breathless from the kiss.

The man's lips curled into a smile, and he had no choice but to release her cherry lips.

"Silly girl, you can breathe." He Tingchu couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

He pressed down on her again, not intending to let her go so easily.

The night was enchanting, and the room was bathed in the bright light of spring.

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The next day, Wen Xi woke up alone. How did she end up sleeping in He Tingchu's spot? She couldn't remember how she fell asleep last night. She only knew that after the two kissed, they each returned to their own corners, separated by a galaxy.

On their third kiss, she thought she did well and that no one could tell she was a novice.

The sheets on one side of the bed felt slightly cool; He Tingchu was nowhere to be found.

Perfect, she's finally free.

She checked her phone; it was 8:15. Wen Xi's world was plunged into darkness. It was Monday, and she had class at 9:00 AM.

I'll remain a teaching assistant.

She ran to the bathroom to wash up, and in the mirror, her lips were red and swollen.

He Tingchu is such a bastard, how can she face anyone?

Wen Xi dug out her lip balm, which she hadn't used in ages, and applied it little by little. But it still couldn't hold its effect, so she broke her usual habit and applied lip gloss before rushing to the living room.

The dining table was neatly arranged with various Chinese and Western dishes, while Sister Cai was busy in the kitchen. Seeing her come out, we quickly greeted her.

"Good morning, young mistress."

"Sister Cai? What are you doing here?" Wen Xi was stunned.

Sister Cai was a maid at the old house, and Wen Xi had met her a few times there.

"Oh, the old lady heard that you moved in, so she specially arranged for me to come and take care of you and the eldest young master."

How did Grandma know she moved in?

It must be He Tingchu, that big mouth.

"Sister Cai, please just call me Qiqi. I'm not used to you calling me that. I'm just moving in temporarily. I'll move out once I find a place to live. You should go back to the old house to take care of Grandma." Wen Xi answered without thinking.

She didn't expect that her words would be relayed back to the old house that very night.

There wasn't even time to eat that delicious breakfast.

"Qiqi, take this to eat on the way." Sister Cai quickly handed over the prepared sandwich.

Wen Xi thanked him, picked up the canvas bag beside him, and went out.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wen Xi appeared in the lecture hall on time. The large lecture hall was unusually full. Gu Lianyu had arrived early and had already opened his presentation slides.

"Teacher, I'm sorry I'm late." Wen Xi's eyes darted around.

Gu Lianyu's peripheral vision lingered on her face, then his gaze shifted downwards, and he thought to himself:

"...He Tingchu, you're a real beast..."