First, then, love.

Shu Yao's face was so red it felt like it was about to explode.

She slapped his hand away and jumped off the chair.

"She's mentally ill and talking nonsense, just ignore her!"

Eager to escape, she turned and headed towards the living room.

"I'm tired, I'm going to unpack the boxes."

They walked quickly, with a hint of fleeing in panic.

He Zheng watched her retreating figure and chuckled softly.

"Slow down, no one's chasing you," he added slowly from behind.

Shu Yao was too lazy to pay attention to him.

She walked to the cashmere rug in the center of the living room and sat down next to a cardboard box filled with cushions.

He pretended to be busy rummaging through things, but his hands were actually shaking.

He Zheng turned around, walked to the corner of the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and poured a full bowl of dog food for the God of War.

The God of War finally dared to walk up to the dog bowl and start eating heartily, wagging its tail happily, seemingly having forgotten the humiliation of being slapped by the cat earlier.

He Zheng had his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

I walked into the living room.

He sat down on the black leather sofa, his long legs casually spread out, leaning back in the chair.

At the other end of the sofa, the princess was sleeping soundly. Hearing him sit down, she opened her eyes and glanced at him, but didn't move and continued sleeping.

He completely regarded this place as his own palace.

He Zheng turned his head away.

Looking at the woman sitting on the carpet.

She was facing away from him, her back straight, her slender waist visible through her black knitted sweater, so delicate it seemed she could be snapped in two with the slightest force.

His gaze darkened, and he looked away, glancing down at his hands.

It seems to be about the same size as her waist.

Inside this room.

Half of it is cold, hard black, white, and gray, and the other half is soft cashmere carpets and pink boxes.

The sweet scent of tuberose has completely taken over the air.

An arrogant cat has taken over the sofa, and a dramatic woman has occupied the center of the carpet.

Meanwhile, his war god, who had distinguished himself on the battlefield, could only squat in the corner, feeling wronged, and eat dog food.

He, the dignified captain of the special police force, sitting on the sofa that originally belonged only to him, actually felt a bit like a guest staying there.

He Zheng shook his head helplessly.

He leaned back in his leather chair, watching the room quiet down after the chaos, a smile playing on his lips.

Good.

This cold, lifeless house finally feels like a home.

*

It's 10:30 p.m.

The autumn rain has completely stopped, and the wind outside the window is blowing even harder, with tree branches lashing against the glass.

In the 300-square-meter flat, the cardboard boxes and suitcases scattered all over the floor were finally cleared away.

The empty house was crammed with all sorts of clutter, giving it the feeling of being crowded with living people.

Shu Yao was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back, and her legs felt like lead.

She pulled out her silk pajamas from the last suitcase and shuffled into the master bathroom.

The master bathroom is very large and features a double vanity.

Shu Yao threw her toiletries bag onto the marble countertop and unzipped it.

She took out bottle after bottle of skincare products and laid them out on the table: facial cleanser, toner, serum, face cream, and eye cream.

The colorful, expensive glass bottles instantly took over the entire space of the sink on the left, and even crossed the middle boundary, spreading to the right.

On the right side of the table, there was originally just a toothbrush cup with a black electric toothbrush inside, and next to it was a transparent plastic soap dish with a half-used yellow soap inside.

Shu Yao looked at the bar of soap and curled her lip in disgust.

What era are we living in? People still use this kind of thing to bathe. No wonder he always smells like soap.

She opened the glass door of the shower room, went in, and turned on the showerhead.

Hot water washes away all the fatigue and sweat.

She used her own shower gel, the scent of tuberose mixed with rose, which quickly filled the entire bathroom along with the rising white steam.

Half an hour later.

Shu Yao, wearing a silk slip dress and a matching silk robe, pushed open the bathroom door.

A rich, feminine fragrance wafted into the bedroom.

He Zheng was standing by the bed, looking down at his phone.

I looked up, drawn by the smell.

His gaze swept unabashedly over her freshly washed wet hair, her fair and slender neck, and the curves of her body that were faintly visible beneath the silk fabric.

His gaze was intense, filled with a man's most primal desires.

Shu Yao felt uncomfortable under his gaze and tightened the collar of her morning robe.

"What are you looking at? Go take a shower." She raised her chin, her tone spoiled.

He Zheng put away his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Without saying a word, he strode into the bathroom.

"Bang." The bathroom door slammed shut.

Less than five minutes later, the sound of the water stopping could be heard from inside.

Shu Yao was sitting at her dressing table applying face cream when she heard the noise and rolled her eyes.

"..."

Is someone chasing him from behind?

Five minutes isn't enough to rinse the shampoo off your hair.

The bathroom door opened again.

He Zheng came out.

He was shirtless, but had changed into a pair of loose gray cotton sweatpants with the waistband tied low, revealing two deep, sexy V-lines.

Her short hair was half-dry, but still dripping wet.

He wasn't dry; water droplets clung to his bronze skin, trickling down the grooves of his chest muscles.

Shu Yao looked at him walking over in the dressing mirror, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly looked away, stood up, and walked towards the huge double bed.

The 2.8-meter-long, dark gray bed looked like a cold, hard stone platform.

Shu Yao threw off the covers, climbed onto the bed, and took the right side of the bed.

Then, she picked up a long, cylindrical cushion and placed it in the middle of the bed.

They forcibly divided this 2.8-meter-long bed in two.

He Zheng walked over, wiping his head with a dry towel.

I stopped by the bed and looked down at the unsightly cylindrical pillow.

"What do you mean?" His voice was low and hoarse.

Shu Yao leaned against the headboard and pulled the silk quilt over her legs.

"The Chu River and Han Border." She pointed to the cushion with a matter-of-fact air.

"He Zheng, we just got our marriage certificate today. Although we're living together now, we're not familiar with each other yet, and I need some time to adjust."

She paused for a moment, then revealed her bottom line.

"You sleep on the left, I'll sleep on the right, and if you go past this pillow, you're a dog."

He Zheng looked at her anxious and fearful expression and suddenly found it amusing.

He casually tossed the towel he was holding onto the single sofa next to him.

He lifted the blanket on the left, took a long stride, and climbed directly onto the bed.