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

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He Tingchu entered the house by scanning his face, and the lights turned on immediately. He Tingchu then placed the person on the sofa to lie down.

Wen Xi started his rambling mode.

"You big bad guy, is this your den of iniquity? You actually kidnapped me to your den of iniquity. Although I'm beautiful, don't try this illegal imprisonment thing. It's against the law and you'll be locked up for life. Although my face is passable, my body is skinny and boring..."

"I can give you the ransom. I'm very rich, yes, my husband is even richer—you can ask my husband for the money."

"Buy your life with money, okay? You can find dozens of them at a club with money, they're sexier and more fun than me."

Wen Qiqi really dares to say anything. In men's hearts, who could be more fun than her?

With just one sentence, the dangerously narrow eyes of the man beside her slowly narrowed.

"Please, let me go..." The drunk woman on the sofa continued her frantic outburst.

He Tingchu poured a glass of ice water and drank it down. This drunkard really dares to say anything!

The man rubbed his throbbing temples, his cold eyes sweeping over her.

"I need water. If I die of thirst, you won't get a single penny." Wen Xi actually sat up and swayed over, grabbing the water cup from his hand.

Her voice was hoarse, the burning sensation of the alcohol irritating her throat. She gulped it down, and it seemed to lessen the burning sensation.

Although my throat felt better, after drinking a glass of ice water, it mixed with the food in my stomach and began to churn violently. My stomach felt like Nezha's mind, churning violently.

Wen Xi's face turned bright red, and he gagged a few times.

He Tingchu's face suddenly darkened.

"Wen Qiqi, you can't throw up here..." The man hurriedly bent down and carried her into the bathroom.

Wen Xi frantically tried to vomit into the toilet, making a few "yue..." sounds, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit. It felt like something was stuck deep in her throat; she felt like she was dying.

"I feel terrible... He Tingchu." This time, he regained consciousness briefly.

"You asked for it." The man's dark eyes churned, his words harsh, but his actions gently patted her back.

Despite the physical stimulation, Wen Xi succeeded this time. An unpleasant smell assaulted He Tingchu's nostrils, and He Tingchu subconsciously held his breath.

She's forbidden from drinking alcohol anymore.

so horrible.

After vomiting, Wen Xi's throat was killing him, his eyes were glazed over, and he leaned on the toilet to catch his breath.

The man pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned her face, which was indescribably beautiful, first her slender white arms, then her fair swan neck, and finally the toilet and tiles in the bathroom.

He pulled her into his arms and patted her shapely bottom with his large hand, neither too hard nor too light.

"If you drink again, I'll beat you up."

"Who hit me?" Wen Xi asked in a hushed voice, startled.

He Tingchu supported her waist and hips, placing her on the sink. He squeezed out some toothpaste, then half-squatted in front of Wen Xi. Wen Xi looked down at him, her eyes darting around, and made a dangerous statement.

"Hey, you look just like He Tingchu... Come here, let me give you a kiss!"

Wen Xi pinched the man's defined jawline with her fingertips, pouted, and that peculiar taste wafted over again.

The man held up two fingers and pressed them against her forehead. "Look at you, trying to kiss me?"

Think beautiful!

The man, who was extremely fastidious about cleanliness, was genuinely disgusted and rolled his eyes.

"Let your sister give me a kiss, just one kiss." Wen Xi's lips came closer again.

He Tingchu pinched her mouth shut, making her pout into a "0".

I can't even imagine what Wen Xi would do if he didn't come back tonight.

She's forbidden from drinking alcohol anymore.

An electric toothbrush was shoved in, and the servant began a meticulous cleaning, thoroughly cleaning the little slob.

"To satisfy Mrs. He's wicked desires towards me."

Cool, thin lips pressed against his, and the man's lips curved into a smile.

Soon, Wen Xi's jaw snapped open, and his nimble tongue plunged down, unleashing a tornado-like attack that swept away everything in its path.

"Mmm... I'll only kiss you once, it's your fault for kissing me so much... you can't use your tongue... mmm..."

The man's strong arms supported her buttocks, and in a few swift movements, he peeled off her skin, revealing a soft, white interior, and placed her in a bathtub with water at the right temperature.

It feels so good, like my body is floating on a cloud.

The rising mist clung to her long, thick eyelashes, and soon her eyelids filled with tears. As the mist evaporated, a slight blush appeared on her nose and cheeks. The man applied fine foam to her face and began to remove her makeup.

Wen Xi kept his eyes half-closed the entire time, enjoying his supreme service.

My hair was wet, and the pleasant scent of shampoo wafted in. My rough fingertips ran through my hair, kneading it gently and slowly, with just the right amount of pressure and speed—it felt incredibly comfortable.

"What number are you, Tony, boss? I want to get a membership card and I want to give a tip," Wen Xi shouted loudly. Yes, she wanted to get a membership card.

The happiness of a wealthy woman.

The man was both annoyed and amused, watching how he bullied her, and rubbed his temples.

If you make a mistake, you must bear the consequences.

Beneath the waterline lay a graceful curve, and beneath the fair shoulder blades lay a soft, white mound. His gaze continued downwards, his Adam's apple bobbing, a burning flame igniting in his eyes.

He also took off his clothes and came in. The hot water in the bathtub overflowed little by little. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He brushed her hair aside, pinched her chin, and kissed her very gently, almost too tenderly.

His warm breath and kisses fell on her shoulders and neck, his hands resting on her damp waist and abdomen, pressing them slightly mischievously before turning her back to him. Dizzy from the kisses, he deliberately gave her a sharp bite.

"What's wrong, He Tingchu? Get out. I want to shower by myself." Wen Xi raised her eyes, which were filled with tears.

"It's okay, baby, your husband will help you wash." The silent surge of emotion could no longer be suppressed.

Then there's no need to suppress it.

Her fair swan neck tilted slightly upwards, and Wen Xi melted into a pool of spring water, her body going limp in the man's arms, letting him take advantage of her.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xi, having been thoroughly bullied, was finally pulled out of the water, wrapped in a soft bath towel, and placed back on the bed.

The mattress sank a few centimeters under the weight of the two of them. Wen Xi had never been so tired and had fallen into a deep sleep.

He Tingchu brought a hairdryer to dry her long hair.

The soft, delicate woman in his arms was covered in crimson marks—on her neck, collarbone, and even her soft mounds.

Her skin was too delicate and fair; the pressure wasn't controlled properly, leaving these mottled marks.

It looks like he's been bullied too much; he'll be making a scene when he wakes up tomorrow.

Fortunately, his flight is early tomorrow morning. If he's so capable, come to Haicheng and settle the score with him.

He would definitely play along to the end, the man chuckled softly.

He wasn't much better; the little crybaby was quite fierce, and when she was about to give up, she bit down hard on his shoulder.

After finishing a bunch of things, He Tingchu yawned so much that he forgot to clean up the mess in the bathroom before closing his eyes and holding the soft, delicate woman in his arms.

During this period, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Unbeknownst to him, Wen Xi gradually became his sleeping pill.

He also needs to catch up on his sleep.

It seems that he can't sleep well without that soft, delicate woman in his arms.

He was addicted to her, a very strong addiction.

The desires that had accumulated over the past few weeks were relentlessly assaulting him like a tidal wave.

The person was right beside him, and he couldn't control himself at all.

That place became restless again. What to do? He lowered his head and lifted the blanket, but it was all in vain.

He turned the person around, and for the first time, He Tingchu ate at the buffet several times in a very tasteless manner. Afterwards, he held the person in his arms and comforted him with a guilty conscience before falling into a deep sleep, satisfied.