First, then, love.

At the same time.

city ​​center.

The underground parking garage of Jinxiu Huating residential complex.

The black Jeep Wrangler reversed into the parking space with swift and clean movements.

He Zheng pulled out the car key and pushed open the car door.

A cold wind blew from the underground parking garage, lifting the hem of his half-dry T-shirt and revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Enter the elevator.

I pressed the button for the 22nd floor.

He bought this large apartment himself; it's close to the brigade headquarters.

His mother, Shen Minghua, thought the location wasn't quiet enough and insisted on giving him a river-view villa.

He complained that his place was too spacious and too troublesome to clean, so he insisted on returning it.

Exit the elevator and unlock it with your fingerprint.

"Beep—" The door opened.

The room was pitch black, so He Zheng didn't turn on the main light but instead switched on the wall lamp in the entryway.

The house is large and spacious.

The decor is minimalist, with large areas of white walls, a dark gray fabric sofa, a black stone slab coffee table, and a spotless floor without a single hair.

It was cold and icy.

It looks like a show flat that has been uninhabited for a long time.

The "general" isn't home; the housekeeper must have gone downstairs for a stroll.

He Zheng changed into slippers, strode towards the bathroom, took off his clothes and threw them all into the laundry basket.

I turned on the shower and set the water temperature to a very low level.

Cold water was poured over his head, washing over his broad shoulders and sturdy chest.

The water flowed down along the clearly defined V-line.

He wiped the water droplets from his face and closed his eyes.

A striking red flashed into my mind.

The woman smelled very nice.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, like a ripe cherry; one bite and your mouth would be full of juice.

She tilted her pointed chin up, her red lips opening and closing, saying that she had a bad temper, was dramatic, and was spoiled.

But surprisingly, it looks good to me.

He Zheng opened his eyes, a flicker of dark fire flashing in his dark pupils.

Working as a special police officer means living on the edge of a knife every day.

I've seen enough dead people, I've seen enough darkness.

He needed something fresh and passionate to cleanse him.

Shu Yao is fresh and intense.

He's determined to have her.

He turned off the water, grabbed a black towel, wiped himself a couple of times, and wrapped it around his waist.

He Zheng walked into the living room with his short, wet hair.

I opened the refrigerator, and it was completely empty except for a few bottles of chilled mineral water and a few unopened cans of beer.

He grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed it, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it. His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

I walked to the coffee table and picked up my phone.

Unlock the screen and open WeChat.

His WeChat is usually very clean; apart from work groups and his friends, he almost never sends private messages.

He clicked on the search box in the upper right corner and entered the phone number his mother had sent him via text message.

I clicked search.

A WeChat account popped up.

The profile picture is of a calico cat with its neck tilted back and eyes rolling back. It's yellow and black.

My WeChat name consists of only one character: 杳.

My personal signature is short: If I don't reply, I'm sleeping; if you keep bothering me, I'll block you.

He Zheng stared at the signature and twitched the corner of his mouth.

That's incredibly arrogant.

Open it and add it to your contacts.

I typed two words in the verification request dialog box.

Click send.

*

In the bedroom.

Shu Yao had just closed her eyes when her phone gave a short vibration next to her pillow.

The screen lights up.

She lazily opened one eye and picked up her phone to unlock it.

There's a new red "1" in the WeChat contacts section.

Click on "New Friends".

A framed image of a German Shepherd's head jumps into view.

The nickname is the capital letters "HZ".

The verification message contained only two cold, hard words: He Zheng.

Shu Yao pursed her lips.

This man treats even adding someone on WeChat like he's issuing an arrest warrant.

Aunt Zhang is so efficient! She even gave me her WeChat ID.

She tapped "Verification Passed" with her finger.

The dialog box is created instantly.

She clicked into his WeChat Moments and took a look.

as expected.

A horizontal bar.

There's absolutely no activity on it; it's even cleaner than her bank card was last month.

Shu Yao returned to the chat interface.

The top status bar displays: The other party is typing...

Shu Yao stared at that line of text for a full minute.

Why does this person type so slowly?

Are you writing a thesis?

As a result, the screen flickered and only sent a dry, uninformed sentence.

HZ: I'll come to your house at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

?

Shu Yao laughed in exasperation.

Coming to her house? Who gave me permission?

Is this man treating the betrothal ceremony like a police call?

The timing is so tight.

She tapped her fingers hard on the screen, making a clicking sound.

Yao: So fast? I didn't agree.

The reply came instantly.

My typing speed suddenly increased.

HZ: I've received the items.

Yao: Those were accepted by Shu Jianguo and Lin Shufen. Those are my parents. Go marry whoever accepted them, why are you asking me?

After sending that message, Shu Yao tossed her phone aside.

Arms on chest.

Get ready to see how he breaks through my defenses.

Less than five seconds later.

My phone vibrated twice in a row.

She picked it up again.

HZ: You need a shield, and you also need money to spend.

HZ: I have them all.

Shu Yao stared at the two lines of bold text on the screen, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Can this man read minds?

A single shot hit the bullseye.

It hit her right where it hurts.

She thoroughly exposed all the little schemes she and Qiaoqiao had been plotting.

They didn't even leave her a chance to pretend to be reserved.

Shu Yao gritted her teeth and tapped the screen heavily with her finger.

Yao: Captain He, forced relationships are never sweet. Aren't you afraid of marrying a bomb and having it blow you up every day?

This time, they took half a minute to reply.

HZ: I used to work in bomb disposal, and I was in contact with bombs every day.

HZ: Best at defusing bombs.

Shu Yao felt a lump in her throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

She punched the innocent soft pillow hard.

The conversation just couldn't continue.

This man's logic was as self-consistent as an iron barrel, impervious to reason.

My phone vibrated again.

HZ: Tomorrow morning at 10 AM. Aunt Zhang said the water pipe under your kitchen sink has been leaking for half a month. I'm good at fixing it. I'll bring my toolbox and go fix it tomorrow.

HZ: By the way, check on you, that temperamental cat.

"..."

Who taught this person how to punctuate sentences?

Shu Yao collapsed completely onto the bed.

I can't live like this anymore.

They even know when the water pipes are leaking.

She was completely exposed in front of this man. All her cards were laid bare.

Shu Yao angrily turned off the screen.

I'm not replying.

She pulled the blanket over her head.

The bed should have been filled with the familiar scent of tuberose.

But strangely, I inexplicably smelled citrus on the man.