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

Explosive! Explosive!

She called Xiaoman immediately.

Wen Xi: "Unbelievable..."

Xiaoman: "His abs are just so-so... and it didn't seem to last very long... Honey, thank goodness that jerk ran away from the wedding... otherwise I'd be worried you'd get a disease..."

"Thank goodness it wasn't He Tingyou, otherwise you'd be crying while hugging the toilet right now..."

Wen Xi: "This is what they call a blessing in disguise."

Xiaoman: "Honey, my classmates and I from medical school are fighting back against those scumbags for you. Don't worry, it's still under control... Right now, all the attention is being drawn to the big star He Wangye..."

While talking on the phone with Xiaoman, Wen Xi opened his own news. The situation was looking good, but there were still a few haters putting up a stubborn resistance.

Wen Xi wasn't one to be jealous; how could she let herself be manipulated?

Wen Xi started a group chat and directed his "online army" to launch a decisive counterattack:

"Tingting, this Momo 123 is yours. She called me a pretty face with no brain... Send her my resume and study it carefully."

"Shanshan, Oreo—keep a close eye on her. If she calls me a simp, tell her that Professor He pursued me and that she willingly fell at my feet."

"Xiaoman, help me deliver an eight-meter-long sword to Mi Dangdang, the kind that's stained with blood."

...

After He Tingchu finished dealing with the matter, what he saw when he came out was Mrs. He, wearing a camisole nightgown, lying on the bed like a general on the battlefield, commanding her "water army" to continue fighting.

He shook his head indulgently, picked up the hairdryer, plugged it in, and ran his knuckles through his wet hair.

"You didn't even blow-dry your hair, what are you going to do if you catch a cold?" The man's deep voice slowly escaped from the depths of his throat.

A slight warm breeze swept by, and Wen Xi subconsciously shrank his neck, but his hands didn't stop moving.

She is still commanding her own battle.

He Tingchu's profile came closer, and he realized that his wife was still arguing with the trolls...

It's both infuriating and hilarious; it seems she's quite eager to continue the fight.

And let's say we'll keep arguing for thirty minutes. After ten o'clock, she won't be able to play anything anymore.

The man's long, slender fingers ran through her cascading hair, gently brushing her dark strands aside. His warm breath and kisses fell on her shoulders and the back of her neck, while his slightly warm hands rested on her damp waist and abdomen.

Wen Xi's body didn't react at all, which made He Tingchu a little unconvinced. He started to act mischievously and pressed the soft flesh on her waist.

"He Tingchu, what are you doing... pinching me, get off me..." Wen Xi nudged the burning chest behind him with his elbow.

Using his height advantage, the man snatched the phone from her hand again, turned her body around, and pressed his cool, thin lips against hers, inhaling her breath in a whirlwind.

What's going on? Today, He Tingchu seems to really enjoy inhaling her scent.

What kind of gloomy male ghost possessed him?

Wen Xi was dazed from the kiss, standing there blankly as he continued to suckle. Seeing that she didn't respond at all, the man bit her lip lightly.

"Mrs. He, please cooperate in fulfilling your marital obligations," the man said coldly.

She snapped out of her daze, wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned his kisses, rewarding him with a few pats.

A smug smile played on the man's lips. Sensing her cooperation, Wen Xi spread her hands and asked,

"I've fulfilled my obligations, give me back my phone."

"No more phone calls, it's almost midnight, go to sleep." She tucked Wen Xi into the soft blankets and gently massaged his temples with her long, slender fingers.

His finger technique was skillful and his strength was just right. In just a few minutes, Wen Xi yawned widely, sleepiness washed over her, and her brain did not obey her will. Soon, Wen Xi's eyelids drooped.

The man bent down to kiss her, his mouth dry and his lower body aroused. He then turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He Tingchu had just finished washing up when his deep gaze fixed on a wad of sponge and thin fabric in the laundry basket. He clutched it in his hand and, to his own disbelief, even smelled it… His dangerous and narrow black eyes slowly narrowed.

That faint fragrance seeped into his lungs, and the man's prominent Adam's apple made it hard to contain his swallowing, his whole body burning with heat.

[He Tingchu, Wen Qiqi was right to scold you - you really are a pervert.]

The man secretly slapped himself, turned on the tap and lathered up the water with fine foam, washing and scrubbing repeatedly by hand.

When he came out of the bathroom after he had finished getting ready, Wen Xi was already fast asleep.

She was sleeping in a very bad position, with one soft, white thigh exposed under the silk quilt. His emotions, which he had managed to control, were about to resurface, so he quickly pulled the quilt over and covered her completely.

In the laundry room, he turned on the dryer and put the thin fabric inside. Hearing the noise, Sister Cai quickly put on her coat and came out to ask what was wrong.

"Tingchu, go to sleep. Just put your clothes in the laundry basket, I'll wash them."

"No need, Sister Cai, I can do it myself. You don't need to use this small washing machine and dryer..."

"?" Sister Cai looked surprised.

"I bought this to wash Qiqi's underwear."

"Oh." Sister Cai was fed another dose of dog food.

She turned back and saw He Tingchu hang up that thin piece of fabric before she went into the room…

Sister Cai understood, and she quickly disappeared to go to sleep.

It seems she won't need to do the laundry anymore.

It makes her seem like she doesn't know any better.

This is a kind of fun between young couples.

-

When He Tingchu returned to his room, he did one last thing: he searched online for all the news about the Peking University education scandal, but there was no trace of it.

Even searching for "Wen Xi" on social media platforms yields no results.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally sank down.

He lifted the covers and lay down, then reached out with his long arm, grabbed her soft waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Wen Xi exuded a faint scent of orange and lemon from her shower gel, which, combined with her unique body fragrance, was like an aphrodisiac, making him unable to resist, causing him to become obsessed and fall for her.

He went from initially craving her embrace to becoming infatuated with her soft lips, and then to exploring her even more alluring secrets.

A barrage of kisses rained down on her, from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, to her lips, to her neck, until finally he buried his head deep in her shoulder blade, sucking passionately.

Wen Xi had a dream that night. In the dream, a big dog pounced on her and licked her face repeatedly until she almost suffocated.

The next day, Wen Xi slept until nine o'clock in the morning. She didn't expect to sleep so soundly. Her biological clock is always punctual, but she didn't wake up that day, which was unusual.

The alarm clock didn't go off, but even if it had, it wouldn't have mattered. Gu Lianyu told her that she didn't need to go to Peking University for the next week, and that she should go directly to the Peking University Affiliated Hospital next week to report on time, as her residency training was about to begin.

There's no need to go to school anymore.

She went to the bathroom to wash up, and in the mirror, her neck and chest were covered in bright red. Could it be that she had an allergic reaction?

She remembers that she is not allergic to crayfish.

What happened?

Completely baffled, Wen Xi scratched her head inexplicably. Then, a thought struck her and she patted her own head, realizing she had been bitten by a mosquito.

After changing her clothes, she came out of the room. That day she was wearing a long skirt with a knitted cardigan over it. She scratched her neck and felt a little itchy.

Sister Cai was making soy milk in the kitchen, but He Tingchu was nowhere to be seen. Wen Xi simply poured himself a glass of honey water.

"Qiqi, what happened to your neck?" Sister Cai asked deliberately, her wrinkles almost disappearing with laughter.

Wen Xi said in a serious tone,

"Sister Cai, there are mosquitoes in my room, and I couldn't sleep well all night. Could you buy me some mosquito repellent liquid so I can get rid of them?"

"No way, it's almost winter...where would there be mosquitoes?" Sister Cai frantically hinted.

"These mosquitoes are incredibly energetic." Wen Xi seemed genuinely confused.

Sister Cai didn't comment, just shook her head helplessly and continued with her own work.

Suddenly, Sister Cai stopped what she was doing, peeked at the closed door of the study, pulled Wen Xi aside, and whispered,

"Qiqi, Tingchu took two cold showers last night."

Sister Cai is approaching menopause and has very light sleep. Last night at 3 a.m. and 5 a.m., she clearly heard the sound of a shower coming from the guest bathroom.

After the water noise stopped, Sister Cai peeked through the slightly ajar door and saw He Tingchu wearing a bathrobe. She shuddered.

Even though he was afraid of disturbing Wen Xi's good sleep, he didn't dare use the master bedroom's bathroom and had to go to the more distant one instead.

...

"..." Wen Xi stared with clear eyes.

"I didn't expect him to like taking cold showers. Although it's good for your health, it's really not suitable for this season."

"Yes, it's not appropriate. You should talk to him. Taking a cold shower will make him catch a cold. Tingchu isn't young anymore, he's almost thirty. He's not a young man anymore." Sister Cai patted her shoulder, hinting again.

It turns out that He Tingchu's birthday is coming up soon, and luckily Sister Cai reminded her to prepare a birthday gift.

But Wen Xi only thought of this point.

"But I can't change his lifestyle, can I? Sister Cai, what kind of birthday present should I prepare?" Wen Xi was completely confused.

"Ahem, ahem... The gift is the thought that counts, you decide what to do..." Sister Cai was speechless for a moment.

We had no choice but to break the skylight.

"Qiqi, you have to pamper your own man sometimes, and you can cooperate when necessary... Also, you can't spoil him too much... Don't let mosquitoes bite him." Sister Cai gave a long lecture.

"Cooperate with what?..." Wen Xi blinked.

Sister Cai was stunned.

"Of course it's a matter between husband and wife..."

Turns out, she's still a clueless little cutie.

She needed to report it immediately.

The progress bar is set to 0.

Wen Xi understood these straightforward words, and her face instantly flushed red. Her voice was barely audible.

"Sister Cai, I can't handle this alone."

"..." This time, Sister Cai was completely unsettled. Could it be that her beautiful He had some hidden illness?

-

The atmosphere became noticeably awkward after the two discussed this topic. A blush crept onto Wen Xi's face, and she gave an awkward laugh before stretching her arms on the balcony.

I don't know when, but two small washing machines appeared in the laundry room next to the balcony, labeled "[For Underwear Only]". My eyes were fixed on my underwear hanging on the side.

Isn't this the laundry I put in the laundry basket last night after changing it?

Did Sister Cai go into her room to tidy up early this morning?

Sister Cai is so dedicated.

Wen Xi didn't suspect anything too much. After all, she was lazy, and Xie Chunxi always told her that time was short and she shouldn't waste it on housework. Huang Ma always took care of everything for her at home.

Wen Shiyuan also taught her not to waste time, so she did not do any chores at home.

But she still washes her underwear; after all, she lived in a dormitory for five years during her undergraduate studies, and she had no problem with it.

"Sister Cai, you're really professional when it comes to housework." Wen Xi returned to the kitchen and couldn't help but give Sister Cai a thumbs up.

"Of course," Sister Cai replied hastily, thinking it was a compliment to her cooking skills.

After all, she was a promising player cultivated by the organization.

At that moment, the study door opened, and a man dressed in light gray loungewear came out of the room.

"Tingchu, Qiqi is awake, it's time for breakfast." Sister Cai immediately changed the subject.

"What are you talking about with Sister Cai?" The man came to her side, took the water glass from her hand, and drank it down.

"It's nothing... He Tingchu, were you bitten by mosquitoes last night? There are mosquitoes in the room, look at my neck..." Wen Xi asked hurriedly, pointing to the red spots on his neck.

"Pfft." The man choked on the honey water again, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.