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

Only after hearing a dull thud as the door closed, confirming that He Tingchu had gone out to walk the dog, did Wen Xi finally feel a sense of relief.

This man is too much of a homebody.

How can she create a surprise when she has no space at all?

She hurriedly ran back to her bedroom and, as Tingting had instructed, lit scented candles. She had specifically chosen the scent of ylang-ylang, which was said to enhance aphrodisiac properties.

Thinking of helping someone, Wen Xi's face burned.

Next, I'll give myself a nice bath and make sure my appearance is beautiful.

She had never bathed and changed so meticulously before, and even applied a pleasant-smelling body lotion to ensure that every pore was clean and fragrant.

After drying her hair with a hairdryer, she opened the perfume bottle and sprayed some on.

She was armed to the teeth, even the tips of her hair exuded a rich fragrance, the kind that made her want to kiss herself.

Finally, she changed into that black lace, backless, lace battle robe…

This piece of fabric is so small, it's practically like wearing nothing at all. It doesn't cover any of the essential parts, creating a hazy, indistinct, and barely concealing effect.

This thin fabric actually sold for 2800 yuan to Tingting. Wen Xi was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't even hear the living room door open.

"What unscrupulous merchants, what profiteers!"

Wen Xi couldn't help but spit out a couple of sentences.

"Who's the shady businessman?" He Tingchu leaned lazily against the bathroom door.

He had been secretly standing at the door for two minutes, and what he saw was his wife sitting by the bathtub, adjusting the thin fabric while spraying perfume and cursing, "You unscrupulous merchant."

This feels very out of place.

"Insult me?" He Tingchu chuckled, a sound escaping his throat, his thick black eyes filled with wildness and desire.

He grabbed her waist from behind, his palms burning hot, as if they would scald her delicate skin through the thin fabric, completely imprisoning her in his arms.

"My Qiqi... looks so good like this, I bought it especially for me..." His deep voice was full of seduction. In the mirror, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and his unfathomable eyes were filled with lust.

Wen Xi's face turned incredibly red.

Wen Xi was quickly turned over, and urgent kisses rained down on her lips, neck, shoulder blades... all the way down.

His restless hands repeatedly caressed and kneaded her smooth skin. Wen Xi trembled, as if struck by a powerful electric current, her body going limp in his arms, completely powerless.

"He Tingchu..." Wen Xi murmured in his arms.

"Ugh... ugh... not here." Her panting was particularly captivating.

The man gripped her waist, his hands slipping under her knees, and pulled her into his arms, placing her on the bed. The spring mattress sagged under the weight.

"Luckily I took a shower beforehand..." A hot body pressed down heavily on him.

The man leaned down, his ink-black eyes fixed on him, a complex light flickering within them.

Two lines of crystal tears flowed silently and fiercely down her beautiful cheeks.

Why do I want to cry?

Wen Xi couldn't understand it either.

It looks like a goddess offering a sacrifice?

This is bad luck.

The black veil clung tightly to her delicate body, revealing her full, fragrant breasts. He began his conquest.

It turns out this is a disposable item.

"Don't tear it..." Before Wen Xi could finish speaking, the sound of fabric tearing came.

If Li Tingting had known that the 2800 yuan fabric would only last five minutes before collapsing, she would never have spent a month's living expenses on such an expensive item.

The man's shirt and the piece of fabric were tangled together. Wen Xi held her breath, her body trembling slightly in his arms.

"Will it hurt?" Wen Xi managed to squeeze out the question.

"Probably not..." The man continued his assault.

The progress bar quickly reached 89%.

Wen Xi was like a lychee that had been peeled, revealing the soft, white flesh inside. His mind stopped thinking, and his clear eyes were filled with He Tingchu's actions, as well as the lust that was about to overflow from those dark, thick eyes.

Wen Xi's face turned bright red, her eyes were tightly closed, and she forgot to breathe.

Even though she was extremely nervous, a warm current surged through her lower body, almost gushing out.

Wen Xi opened his eyes, pulled his legs back, and decisively pushed away the burning hot body pressed against him.

"He Tingchu, no, not tonight..." Wen Xi clutched her stomach, grabbed her bathrobe, and fled into the bathroom as if running away.

a bolt from the blue!

At this critical juncture, her relative arrived right on time.

Wen Xi had forgotten that today was the 5th.

She sat on the toilet, head bowed, completely at a loss. How could she have been so stupid…

Wen Xi, oh Wen Xi.

The man who was pushed off the bed looked puzzled. He was breathing heavily, and his chest heaved.

I never expected his wife to be so strong.

He was pushed away without even noticing.

Is he too fragile?

What went wrong...? Shouldn't I have kissed there?

…Didn't everyone say they would really like it?

Was he going too far?

He had already been very restrained... but he couldn't resist taking a peek at her beauty and fell.

What is going wrong?

His head was about to explode from thinking so much. He tried to calm his breathing and finally slowly regained control of his heart. The bright red stain on the sheet was very conspicuous.

Did he just go in?

Was he too fierce?

Did I hurt her?

He slapped his face hard, quickly put on his bathrobe, and went outside the bathroom.

"Qiqi, I'm sorry... I didn't control myself well, does it hurt a lot?" The man outside knocked on the door, his voice low and trembling.

"No... don't overthink it." Wen Xi was annoyed with himself.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I don't have much experience..." the man apologized in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

He was still a greenhorn, having grown old in vain, with zero practical experience. All his knowledge came from his comprehensive research and study; it turned out to be all theoretical.

At that moment, the man outside the door had his head down, looking remorseful and helpless.

...

Wen Xi was so ashamed he almost died.

"It wasn't you, it was my period... I forgot the date." After a long pause, she managed to utter a sentence.

He Tingchu stood there bewildered for ten seconds. What a timing! Fate was really not on his side.

"Oh, I'll go make you some brown sugar water." He Tingchu smiled and tidied up the soiled sheets, then led them out of the bedroom.

Thankfully, the huge weight on my heart has finally been lifted.

Wen Xi stayed in the bathroom alone for a long time, feeling melancholy, before finally walking down to the living room and sitting on the sofa. In the bright kitchen, He Tingchu was boiling brown sugar water. Wen Xi looked up, and their eyes met.

Wen Xi looked away, embarrassed. How did things get like this?

He Tingchu turned off the stove, went to the room to get a blanket and wrapped it around her. He then pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms, inhaling the faint scent of her body mixed with her pleasant perfume. Wen Xi, you smell so good.

Her sexy Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"He Tingchu,"

"Um?"

Am I being a spoilsport?

"How could that be... What are you thinking, you silly girl?" He flicked his knuckles and gently scratched the tip of her pert nose.

Wen Xi curled up in his arms like a cat and snuggled against him, his slightly warm palms rubbing his lower abdomen.

Do I experience menstrual cramps?

"A little bit."

"Drink this. Do you want some painkillers? I'll go get them." He Tingchu handed her the prepared brown sugar water.

"No need, I can endure it."

"No need to endure it, you can take your medicine," He Tingchu corrected seriously.

"I know, I'm a medical student, I just don't feel that much pain," Wen Xi added.

"Oh." The man chuckled silently.

She obediently drank a large glass, feeling warm both in her stomach and heart.

"He Tingchu, how can you be so kind..." Wen Xi gave a bright smile.

"Just a little bit," he parroted, his eyes crinkling.

The two lay back on the bed. What had just happened was clearly her starting the fire, and He Tingchu couldn't resist the slightest temptation.

Before closing his eyes, Wen Xi glanced at the shredded cloth on the ground. He Tingchu, whose eyes had been bloodshot just moments before, looked like a lone wolf in the wilderness.

How dare she provoke him?

Wen Xi retreated into her own corner, repeatedly reminding herself before going to sleep.

"Tonight... I just want to sleep peacefully, okay? Let's both calm down."