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

He Tingchu suddenly remembered something, grabbed her hand, took the ointment from the bedside table, and put it into her palm.

"Remember to apply the medicine after showering." The man's eyes held a deep, unsettling look.

"No need, this wound has already healed." Wen Xi tore off the bandage to show him.

"Not on the feet..." The man's gaze slid down from top to bottom, finally settling on a certain spot with a meaningful look.

"I couldn't control myself last night... I already applied the medicine once this morning, and the doctor said one more application should be enough." He smiled slightly.

...

What kind of earth-shattering words are these?

Wen Xi froze completely, rooted to the spot.

"He Tingchu...get out of here, you pervert!" Wen Xi said, each word distinct, she was completely out of sorts.

This time, the pillow and his blanket were thrown out all at once, and the door was locked from the inside.

When He Tingchu stood at the master bedroom door with a blanket in his arms, he had no idea what had happened.

He doesn't understand.

What divine law did he break?

After taking a shower, Wen Xi locked himself in the bathroom, head down, and still gritted his teeth to apply the medicine.

She's studying medicine; early detection and early treatment are always a good thing.

When Wen Xi was twenty-three, this was the first time he had medicine applied to this area.

"He Tingchu, you hooligan, you bastard, ah..." I'll just mutter a hundred curses at him.

Wen Xi lay on the bed, feeling very resentful. Although the two of them had reached 100% progress last night and their intimacy was quite extreme, she was still very thin-skinned. Didn't she value her pride?

How could he take advantage of her vulnerability, applying medicine to her while she was asleep?

What privacy does she have left? She's been completely exposed, hasn't she?

What's this!

Wen Xi shook her head vigorously; in short, she didn't want to see him tonight.

She just wanted some peace and quiet.

At that moment, Li Tingting sent a group message, having shared a link with her in the previous roommate group.

The news of He Tingchu's exclusive interview made the headlines on Peking University's campus network.

Hanyu Technology is a company that has a close partnership with Peking University. The university mainly provides talent and technology to Hanyu Technology, which is naturally a top priority for Peking University.

This time, He Tingchu made the news with his genuine talent, and no one could argue with that.

[Congratulations, Mrs. He! Can we latch onto your coattails? I'd like to work as a laborer at Hanyu after graduation.]

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...

Wen Xi didn't want to benefit from someone's fame or become an appendage; that wasn't her preference.

[To reiterate, my surname is Wen. If you want to go to Kant, my word is law.]

She's also Princess Kant, isn't she?

I was being naive, our little princess. I want to go to Kant.

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"Then you should seriously prepare your resumes. I'll be responsible for having your resumes handed to my dad. As for the rest, Mr. Wen has the final say." Wen Xi covered his mouth and laughed.

How heartless... little princess.

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After the group chatted for a while, Wen Xi seemed to have calmed down.

This nameless anger came quickly and went quickly.

Tomorrow is Monday, her first day reporting to Peking University Affiliated Hospital, and she can't be late.

She organized the documents needed for registration and lay back down on the bed. Even though she had slept for too long in the afternoon, the room was filled with He Tingchu's lingering presence. He always had a strong sense of presence surrounding her.

The bedroom was quiet. With her eyes closed, she couldn't shake the memories of last night: his hot, firm body lying on top of her, covered in the intimate marks he had left behind.

Was he born in the Year of the Dog?

How come it dares to bite anywhere?

Just imagining this made Wen Xi's face burn.

Why use your imagination?

She was still struggling to accept the transition from girl to woman.

My phone popped up a weather forecast saying that temperatures would drop sharply starting tonight and the first snowfall in Beijing was on its way.

The master bedroom is well-heated, but what about the living room?

It doesn't seem quite enough, considering the living room is so large.

Thinking of this, Wen Xi tossed and turned, she was a goddess with a soft heart.

Around midnight, Wen Xi tiptoed into the living room. Under the dim light of the floor lamp, a soft halo of light shone on the man's cold profile. He seemed to be asleep, clutching his blanket.

She's not asleep yet, how could he possibly sleep?

Never mind, since they're already asleep, they shouldn't be cold.

This is the Orchid Pavilion, what is she thinking?

Wen Xi lowered her head and was about to turn around when a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her into his arms. Wen Xi fell into the man's hot chest without warning.

"Since you're already here, Mrs. He, why don't we sleep together?" the man said nonchalantly.

The two of them were nestled together like a pair of spoons, inseparable. Wen Xi curled up in his arms, her head resting on his arm. His warm breath tickled her earlobe and neck, a pleasant but ticklish sensation.

Wen Xi craved his kiss; her restless heart seemed to have found its home. She turned around and nestled into his arms, nuzzling his chin comfortably like a lazy cat.

"Does it still hurt?" Rough fingertips slipped under the hem of her skirt and pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

"He Tingchu, don't you dare lay a hand on me," Wen Xi warned in a low voice.

"I won't bully you tonight. Your husband is a gentleman." He Tingchu dragged out the last four words.

She knew perfectly well whether her husband was a decent person or not, and what happened last night had nothing to do with being a decent person.

"Don't do that again," Wen Xi muttered.

"No, I won't force you to do anything from now on." He kissed her forehead.

"You didn't force me last night," Wen Xi corrected him seriously.

Tell me, why are you angry tonight?

"...Who gave you permission to take advantage of someone in distress?"

He Tingchu felt a chill run down his spine, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt guilty.

Did they find out that he ate at the buffet while she was asleep last night?

If it was the effect of medication, then such a small dose of aphrodisiac wouldn't have caused him to lose control last night.

He's just addicted to Wen Qiqi.

He couldn't resist taking advantage of her, so he took advantage of her three times in a row, since she rejected him three times.

He underestimated his primal, hidden ambition and desire for Mrs. He.

Ambition and desire will be nurtured little by little, blossoming into unrestrained flowers.

"He Tingchu".

"Um."

"Can I ask you a question?" Wen Xi kept thinking about Wen Shiyuan's words, telling her to learn a lot about business from He Tingchu.

She used the word "ask for advice," which gave He Tingchu a jolt. He moved away from her lips, and in the darkness, their eyes met. Her eyes were bright and sparkling.

"Mrs. He, don't scare me." He Tingchu dared not be irreverent.

"He Tingchu, where exactly do you think Kant's problem lies?"