First, then, love.

The mattress sank in suddenly because of his large size and weight.

Shu Yao's body swayed, and she almost rolled over to his side. She quickly reached out and grabbed the edge of the bed tightly to steady herself.

"Be gentle! The bed is going to collapse!" she complained.

He Zheng lay flat, his hands folded behind his head.

"I don't have the habit of sleeping in separate rooms," he said, looking straight at the ceiling, his tone calm and domineering, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Once we've got the marriage certificate, we're legally married, and sleeping in the same bed is the rule."

He turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Shu Yao.

"I won't touch you, that's my bottom line, but I'm definitely sleeping in this bed."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his long arm.

"Smack."

I turned off the lamp on the bedside table.

The bedroom was instantly plunged into a deathly silence and darkness.

Only the faint light from the streetlights outside the window seeped through the gap in the loosely drawn curtains, casting a narrow patch of light on the floor.

*

at the same time.

The living room was also completely dark.

The God of War lay on the black dog mat near the balcony door.

It suffered a great injustice today, and its nose is still throbbing slightly.

With his eyes closed, his ears were perked up alertly, listening to the sounds coming from the master bedroom.

The lights in the master bedroom went out, and there was no sound.

The God of War let out a long breath, exhaling a puff of hot air from his nose, preparing to go to sleep.

Sudden.

In the darkness, the sound of a cat's paw landing on the floor tiles could be heard.

The God of War suddenly opened his eyes.

By the light of the moon outside the window, it saw a small, dark figure walking silently towards it step by step.

It was the yellow and black furry ball that slapped it four times during the day.

The God of War's muscles tensed instantly, and he was about to let out a low growl of warning.

But its master's command was like a tight band, constricting its vocal cords, forcing it to swallow its roar back.

The princess walked to the edge of the dog mat and stopped.

It lowered its head, sniffed the dog pad, and wrinkled its nose in disgust.

But this is the only soft spot in the living room besides the sofa.

The princess raised her front paw and stepped unceremoniously onto the god of war's dog mat.

The God of War shrank back, trying to make room.

The princess ignored it, walked directly to the center of the dog mat, lowered her head, and rubbed her furry head against the war god's rough leg hair.

Then, it spun around twice in place.

thump.

It lay down directly on the two front paws of the God of War.

He lay on his back, stretched out his body, and stretched comfortably.

The God of War froze.

Weighing 80 pounds, with a massive body, it was a retired military dog ​​that once killed a drug lord.

Now, it has become a constant-temperature electric blanket for an eight-pound pet cat.

Its two front paws were pinned down by the cat, and it dared not move an inch, for fear that if it pulled away even slightly, it would be met with another round of invisible cat punches.

The amber eyes of the God of War were filled with utter despair.

It let out a deep, long sigh through its nose.

Then, he placed the huge dog's head flat on the cold floor tiles, closed his eyes, and resigned himself to his fate.

The first night for cats and dogs was marked by a clear class distinction.

*

In the master bedroom.

Shu Yao lay flat on the bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the dark ceiling.

Can't sleep.

She is usually someone who can fall asleep the moment her head hits the pillow, has a regular sleep schedule, and never stays up late.

But tonight, her nerves were on edge.

The presence of those around me is too strong.

Even with a long cushion in between, she could still clearly feel the man's weight.

He lay there, like a volcano burning.

Men's body temperature is naturally higher than women's, and He Zheng is an extremely vigorous young man.

A steady stream of heat penetrated the silk quilt and radiated towards her through the pillows.

The temperature inside the blankets soared, making it unbearably hot.

What's even more alarming is the sound of his breathing.

Long, powerful, with a steady rhythm like a metronome.

He doesn't snore, but the deep breathing sounds produced by his large lung capacity are amplified infinitely in the quiet bedroom.

Each sound was like a small brush, scratching at Shu Yao's tense nerves.

irritable.

Shu Yao turned over, facing away from him.

The silk nightgown rubbed against the pure cotton sheets, making a soft "rustling" sound.

I still can't sleep.

The masculine scent, a blend of mint toothpaste and soap, seeped into her nostrils, banishing her accustomed tuberose aroma.

11:30.

Twelve o'clock.

12:30 a.m.

Shu Yao turned over in bed for the twenty-eighth time.

The mattress swayed slightly with her movements.

She was so hot that she kicked off the blanket covering her legs. The hem of her silk nightgown rolled up to her thighs, revealing a section of her fair and delicate legs. She grabbed a handful of her hair in frustration.

"Can you please stop breathing?"

She suddenly spoke, her voice sounding particularly clear in the darkness, carrying a strong sense of morning grumpiness and unreasonable spoiledness.

"..."

Beside him, there was a pause in breathing.

He Zheng was extremely alert. With someone lying next to him tossing and turning like a pancake, and the mattress shaking constantly, there was no way he could fall asleep.

He opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling.

"Trying to suffocate me?" His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a tantalizing quality in the darkness.

"Your breathing is too loud, it's keeping me awake," Shu Yao said, turning over to face him.

Through that long cushion, I could only see his blurry outline.

"That's normal breathing," He Zheng retorted, his tone flat.

"And you're so hot, like a giant furnace, it's killing me!" Shu Yao continued her accusations, completely unreasonable.

He Zheng remained silent for two seconds.

It was indeed hot in the bed, and he felt hot too.

That evening, from the moment he saw the woman walk out of the bathroom, he felt hot.

He suddenly threw off the covers and sat up.

The tall, dark shadow was incredibly imposing in the darkness.

Shu Yao was startled and instinctively shrank back to the edge of the bed, gripping the corner of the blanket tightly with both hands.

"What... what are you doing?" she stammered.

He Zheng ignored her.

With a long stride, he got off the bed and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa in the living room," he said, bending down to pick up the clothes draped over the chair.

Shu Yao was stunned.

Should we make him sleep on the sofa?

Although the sofa outside was large, it was a leather sofa, and it was chilly on autumn nights. There wasn't even a bed or blanket, let alone his own home.

On their first day of living together, she made her husband sleep in the living room. If Shen Minghua or Shu Jianguo found out, they would skin her alive.

Moreover, she knew in her heart that she couldn't sleep not because of his loud breathing, nor because he was hot.

Simply because there was a strange adult man next to her, she was nervous and her body was in a defensive stress response.

"Come back,"

Shu Yao spoke, but her voice was much softer, and she no longer had the arrogance she had shown earlier.

He Zheng didn't stop moving; he picked up his clothes and prepared to put them on.

"No need, I'm used to sleeping on the sofa. We sleep on cots when we're on duty in the team."

"I told you to come back!" Shu Yao said anxiously, raising her voice.

She sat up abruptly and grabbed his arm.

It was rock hard muscle when I touched it, and incredibly hot.

He Zheng stopped moving, turned his head, and looked down at her.