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

Before Wen Xi could react, the man grabbed her hand, led her through several buildings behind them, and turned into the faculty and staff apartment building at the back entrance.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy something." She said as she passed the convenience store near the apartment building.

He Tingchu finally let go of her hand and slipped into the store.

As if afraid she would escape, the man came out in a few minutes carrying a shopping bag containing household items, such as toiletries.

Wen Xi didn't think of anything else.

The two pushed open the door to the studio apartment, and the less than 50-square-meter one-bedroom room was immediately apparent.

The dark gray duvet cover on the single bed was casually draped together. The decorating style was He Tingchu's usual black, white, and gray style, cold and quiet.

It's devoid of any color or emotion, which perfectly matches his personality.

Although the room was a little messy, it was still kept clean and tidy.

"Bang." The iron gate was slammed shut.

"Have you been staying here all this time?" Wen Xi asked, turning his head, his eyes sparkling.

The man's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her against the wall, and showered her lips with a barrage of kisses.

Wen Xi's breathing became completely disordered. Her lips parted slightly, but he quickly took the opportunity to pry open her teeth and ravage her.

"Ugh... ugh... not here." Wen Xi couldn't utter a single word.

The quiet room was filled with the heavy breathing of the two people, creating an atmosphere of eroticism.

The conditions in this single dormitory are very basic. How could she not understand He Tingchu's thoughts? However, this is a single dormitory, and this place is not suitable.

Wen Xi pushed against the man's burning chest, but found that she couldn't budge it at all.

The dormitory wasn't very soundproof, and Wen Xi suddenly heard the sound of a door closing next door. Her pupils contracted slightly.

In a moment of confusion, she kicked the man's leather shoes.

"This won't work, the neighbors will hear us." Wen Xi's ears turned red.

"Don't worry, we're a legally married couple." He Tingchu held her waist and gently lifted her up, carrying Wen Xi like a koala into the bathroom behind them.

The showerhead was turned on, and the sound of dripping water filled the air. Soon, Wen Xi was peeled like a lychee, revealing the soft, white flesh inside. Her whole body was soft and delicate, her skin pressed tightly against the man's. She leaned weakly and bonelessly in his arms, powerless to resist.

His cool lips landed on her fair neck, his burning breath gradually descending.

"No, there's nothing here, I can't stay here..." Wen Xi pressed his knuckles into the cold brick wall, trying to regain his senses, his breathing completely disordered.

"Yes, we can't do it here." The man beneath her spoke with difficulty, grabbing a large bath towel from the side and wrapping her in it.

Wen Xi thought she was finally saved, but before she could react, the man picked her up and threw her into the single bed. Like eating a rice dumpling, his slender fingers slowly lifted the bath towel.

His gaze fell on a spot where her collarbone was fair, her breasts were undulating, and her lower body was curvaceous. Wen Xi's figure was somewhere between full and slender; any more would be too alluring, and any less would be too plain. With her clean and simple face, there was nothing about her that he didn't like.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly; right now, all he wanted was to possess her.

It seemed that only in this way could she truly belong to him.

The man's burning hot body pressed down on her, and Wen Xi felt like she was doomed.

I never expected that a man who is usually abstinent and restrained would be so utterly devoid of his usual refinement in bed.

Is this still He Tingchu?

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

"No... there's nothing here." Wen Xi bit his lip hard.

"Yes..." The man's deep voice came from deep in his throat.

Place the square box in her palm.

When did you buy it?

convenience store-

This old man had ulterior motives all along.

Wen Xi slowly closed her eyes, giving up the struggle, but her ears were still perked up, afraid of making even the slightest sound to disturb the neighbors next door. She was extremely nervous, and even her voice was slightly hoarse.

"You...be gentle."

That's so inappropriate.

Wen Xi's feelings for her were too strong.

The two seemed to be doing something rather unethical.

They've reversed the Heavenly Gang.

In the end, she obediently cooperated with him, taking whatever he wanted from her. She bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.

His hot breath continued downwards, sweeping across the plain and pouring down. Upon realizing He Tingchu's thoughts, Wen Xi's thighs trembled uncontrollably.

She sat upright, opened her eyes, but couldn't make out the complex light in the man's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Wen Qiqi, please forgive me."

Wen Xi couldn't utter a word. Her slender white fingers dug into the man's short, stiff black hair, and her fair swan neck tilted slightly upward.

She bit her lip hard, her body too stiff to move, her soul completely leaving her body and flying to a very, very far place.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she regained consciousness, and the man beneath her sat up.

"Wen Qiqi, sit up and hug me tight." She was lifted up again and hung on him.

The faint sound of plastic film tearing reached Wen Xi's ears. Her mind went blank, and she could only hold the man's neck tightly.

"Qiqi, baby,..."

Seven Treasures

"Call me husband." The man stammered.

She was almost tempted; her lips parted slightly.

"husband."

"Who is your husband?" At that moment, countless fireworks exploded above the man's head.

An immense wave of happiness washed over him, boundless and overwhelming.

"He Tingchu".

"Hmm, my Qibao, so good." The man's voice was hoarse.

Wen Xi didn't remember what happened after that. She was in a daze, her head like a completely soaked dough ball. She trembled slightly in the man's arms, and the roses of that night bloomed again and again.

When she heard the sound of something tearing for the fourth time, Wen Xi opened her heavy eyelids. Behind her was a tireless man. Was he some kind of perpetual motion machine?

Her inner thighs were sore.

"He Tingchu, are you ever going to stop?!" Wen Xi turned her head and glared at him, angry.

"Baby, ...I'm almost there, just hang in there a little longer, I won't have sex until I'm thirty." The man swallowed hard.

Until he finally released his strength, Wen Xi felt a great sense of relief.

I shouldn't have brought him dinner.

They were bullied thoroughly from all sides.

wipe.

Wen Xi was as exhausted as a fish that had been away from the sea for a long time. She was about to be dried up and turned into a salted fish jerky. She was almost completely drained.

I was both thirsty and tired.

He Tingchu struggled to get out and went to the bathroom to deal with the situation, but he didn't forget to hold the person in his arms and put them in the bathtub for a nice bath.

He Tingchu had the awareness of a servant; now that he had bullied them enough, it was time to show some respect.

Wen Xi carried him back to the room almost without his feet touching the ground, dried him off, and dried his hair in one go.

He Tingchu helped her change into his shirt, and her stomach started growling loudly in protest. Wen Xi glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It's 11 p.m.

Five hours have passed.

Isn't he very busy?

Why are you still here? Don't you need to go back and catch up on the progress?

"Come and eat." He Tingchu opened the food box, and the food inside was still warm.

"Would you like it heated up?"

"No, try it quickly." Wen Xi used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and brought it to the man's lips.

The man chewed it, but the taste was off. It wasn't his teacher's wife's cooking; it was salty with a hint of sweetness, a very strange flavor overall.

"Is it good? How does it taste?" Wen Xi asked eagerly, looking up at him.

Her eyes sparkled like grapes, and he guessed almost effortlessly whose "work" it was.

"It's incredibly delicious." The man's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Really?" Wen Xi's eyes gleamed as he picked up another piece of fish and chewed it.

When eyebrows are furrowed, they look like caterpillars.

"Yue..." She couldn't eat.

He Tingchu handed her a tissue.

"How can you eat something so awful?"

"Who said that? These are clearly delicacies from around the world. Only I am happy to accept Mrs. He's culinary skills." The man rested his chin on his palm, gazing at the lovely woman in his arms.

Love is overflowing.

How could Mrs. He not be considered a delicacy of the world?