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

Wen Xi struggled to support He Tingchu's waist, the man's eyes bloodshot. Unexpectedly, he seemed even more drunk than a few minutes ago.

The flush on her face gradually spread.

"Let's go back to the room. I can't hold on much longer. There's something in the soup." He maintained his last shred of consciousness, his voice hoarse.

He glanced sideways at Bai Xue, who was anxiously waiting beside him, and seemed to understand everything.

She didn't want to stay in the old house, but right now, He Tingchu was so drunk, there was no better way.

Otherwise, she would be the one who gets tired. So she gave up the futile struggle and helped He Tingchu's trembling body into the elevator.

He was clearly so drunk that he desperately wanted someone to lend a hand, but not a single member of the He family offered any assistance.

"Help me support him," Wen Xi said to the maid beside him.

"Don't touch me," He Tingchu snapped.

The maid hurried downstairs.

"You're fierce, so fierce." Wen Xi finally helped the person into the room.

The door closed, and He Tingchu leaned heavily against it, the flush on her face spreading to her ears.

Wen Xi suddenly remembered what he had just said - "There's something."

"He Tingchu, what did you just say?" Before the words were finished, the man's long, slender fingers irritably tugged at the buttons on his collar, looking incredibly sexy.

Beneath the shirt were muscular lines, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a honey-colored body that stood out.

Wen Xi hadn't even reacted yet, standing there bewildered for a second, her face turning an incredibly red.

Was she drunk too?

The man had already staggered to the bathroom, his shirt and trousers lying in disarray on the floor, his belt carelessly tossed aside.

The bathroom door slammed shut, indicating that He Tingchu was in a real hurry.

Why was he in such a hurry to take off his clothes?

Wen Xi felt something was off tonight, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

In short, the He family members' expressions were somewhat strange.

She remembered that He Tingchu hadn't taken a change of clothes inside, so she went to the dressing room, got a bathrobe, and knocked on the door.

"He Tingchu, you didn't bring any change of clothes."

"Wen Qiqi, you're not allowed in without my permission." The sound of running water and a man's hoarse voice came from inside the bathroom.

She didn't intend to go in.

She didn't have the "bad habit" of peeping at He Tingchu while he was taking a bath.

"I've left your clothes by the door." She put the clothes on the shelf by the door and then went to play on her phone for a while.

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't given him a birthday present yet. She had been brought to the old house at the last minute, and her cufflinks were still at the Lanting Pavilion.

"Sigh." She sighed deeply, wondering if she was being too indifferent, since this was the first time she had celebrated his birthday since they got married.

A rapid knocking on the bedroom door interrupted her thoughts.

Bai Xue stood helplessly outside the door, her eyes unfocused and uncertain.

"Qiqi, how is Tingchu?"

"He's taking a shower."

"This medicine... cold showers won't help." Bai Xue was so concerned that she accidentally let slip the truth.

"Medicine? What medicine?" Wen Xi looked up and asked.

Bai Xue gave a rough explanation, and Wen Xi roughly understood, his eyes filled with endless coldness.

I don't understand it, but it's melodramatic.

Unexpectedly, the kind of plot that only happens in TV dramas actually happened to her.

He Tingchu suffered in her place.

"Mom, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today."

"Qiqi, we meant well but ended up doing something wrong. I'm sorry, Mom. I really know I was wrong... Take good care of Tingchu." Bai Xue choked up, then covered her face and went downstairs.

Wen Xi clutched his heaving chest, unable to calm down for a long time.

She never expected that her grandmother and Bai Xue would put medicine in her soup.

What should He Tingchu do?

Wen Xi twisted the bathroom door; steam rose from inside the frosted glass door, which was locked from the inside.

"He Tingchu, open the door."

"You can't come in," the man inside said with difficulty.

"He Tingchu, open the door for me, or I'll break the lock." Wen Xi's tone left no room for argument.

The sound of a tap being turned off came from inside, followed by heavy footsteps and heavy breathing from a man.

The door opened, and the man who came into view was like a wild cat just pulled from the water, soaking wet. Water droplets slid down his hair, gradually gathering into a thin line that cascaded down his muscular abs into the abyss.

He shivered uncontrollably, his lips turning crimson.

"Who gave you permission to take a cold shower?" Wen Xi's eyes welled up with tears.

She grabbed a towel from the side and used it to wipe the water off his body.

Then hot water was added to the bathtub.

"Take a hot bath, or you'll catch a cold." Her eyes were filled with concern as she helped He Tingchu lie down in the bathtub.

"Okay, you can go now." The man's eyes were bloodshot.

A hot shower doesn't help at all.

The moment their skin touched, he felt as if a traveler who had been walking in the desert for days had finally found an oasis. He was extremely thirsty and only wanted to greedily drink in that sweetness.

He had already pushed his restraint to the limit.

"I'll wash with you." Wen Xi's slender fingers removed her clothes one by one, her delicate legs first slipping in, followed by her curvaceous and shapely figure gradually sinking below the waterline, her fair and soft skin surging over her.

He Tingchu's breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a burning unease throughout his body. The aura emanating from above felt like gushing magma, threatening to engulf everything.

"Qiqi..." The desire that the man had finally managed to suppress with cold water was instantly ignited.

"He Tingchu, I do. Didn't we agree to wait for me for a week? Today marks exactly one week..." Wen Xi cupped his cold face and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

Below the waterline were bulging muscle lines, bulging veins on his arms, powerfully long legs, and a shapely buttocks that seemed to be both concealed and revealed.

"If it hurts, bite me. I'm afraid... I can't control... the force." The man's low voice came from deep in his throat. He forcefully sealed her lips with his, his masculine aura overwhelming. He kissed her little by little, his warmth mixed with domineering. His breath swept over her, her teeth broke down, and the atmosphere became too hot.

The towering waves crashed against the coastline time and time again.

He broke through the darkness and arrived. Inside, rising steam enveloped their heavy breathing. An electric current surged through their bodies, and a heat shot from their foreheads to their entire being.

The moon shines brightly outside the window, and the long night is far from over.

The camellias bloomed gently in the evening breeze, their sweet fragrance filling the room. The gauze curtains were billowed by the night wind, and two intertwined bodies were vaguely visible on the white curtains, entwined and then separated.

Wen Xi couldn't remember the number of times after that. She only remembered that the first two times were in the bathroom, and then she was carried to the bed, and then she remembered nothing more.

All she remembers is that she couldn't take it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Wen Xi woke up, the sheets on the other side of the bed were slightly cool, and there was no sign of the man.

She was drowsy and her whole body ached terribly, as if she had been crushed piece by piece by several heavy trucks and then reassembled by He Tingchu, but it was clearly not her body.

On the bedside table was an open bottle of ointment and a glass of honey water.

Without thinking, she picked up the glass of honey water and drank it down, barely managing to survive again.

Wen Xi rubbed her lower back with one hand, feeling like it was about to break. Although she had mentally prepared herself, the scene last night was still too shocking for her to bear.

The maid brought over some clothes, and she changed them and hurried downstairs.

The He family was having a quiet meal at the restaurant, but He Youjun, Bai Xue, and He Tingchu were nowhere to be seen.

Good morning, Grandpa and Grandma.

Grandma He turned her head; traces of last night's lovemaking still lingered on her snow-white neck. She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

She covered her mouth and laughed.

"Wang Ma, bring up Qiqi's bird's nest soup. Qiqi, you need to nourish your body properly."