First, then, love.

The wall lamps in the corridor emitted a dim light.

He turned around, took long strides, and pushed open the master bedroom door again.

The main lights in the room were off; only a dim warm lamp was lit by the bedside.

Shu Yao had already turned to the side, facing the French windows, with her back to him, and wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

In the very center of the bed, the "Chu River and Han Border" made up of three huge cushions still stands firm. The dark green, wine red and dark gray colors are eye-catching and comical on this 2.8-meter-long dark bed.

He Zheng walked to the left side of the bed.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of black cotton athletic shorts.

He lifted the silk quilt, took a long stride, and climbed directly onto the bed.

A broad, sturdy back rested against the headboard.

He stretched out his long arm and pressed the switch.

"Smack."

The bedside lamp went out, and the bedroom was instantly plunged into a deathly silence and darkness.

There was no sound of rain outside the window, only the night wind of late autumn, gusting and howling against the glass, making a low, mournful sound.

It's getting colder.

Time slips away quietly.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The outside temperature plummeted, and the cold wind, carrying a biting damp chill, seeped into the spacious room of the large apartment through the cracks in the windows.

Although there is air conditioning in the master bedroom, Shu Yao turned it off before going to bed because she thought the air vents were too noisy.

At this moment, cold air permeated the room.

Shu Yao slept very restlessly.

Her cold symptoms worsened; her nose was completely blocked, and she could only breathe through her slightly open mouth, her throat dry and sore.

The champagne-colored silk nightgown she was wearing, which was usually smooth and comfortable to wear, now felt chilly against her skin, as the fabric couldn't retain her body heat at all.

Although the silk quilt is light and soft, it cannot suppress the damp cold that seeps into the bones.

She curled up in a ball, her hands tightly clasped to her chest, her knees almost touching her chin.

cold.

In her dream, she was surrounded by a snowy, icy landscape, walking barefoot in the snow, shivering from the cold.

Unconsciously, I turned over, trying to find some remaining warmth in the blankets.

He stretched out his leg.

"Bang."

My toe hit a soft, spongy obstacle.

It's a dark gray backrest cushion.

Shu Yao frowned in disgust; this thing was blocking her from finding a heat source.

With her eyes closed, she impatiently lifted her leg and kicked hard.

The large backrest cushion slid off the smooth cotton sheet and landed on the carpet with a thud.

A gap has appeared in the defense line.

But it was still cold.

She continued to move forward.

He swung his arm and hit the burgundy velvet cushion.

"Go away," she mumbled indistinctly, her voice thick with nasal congestion and her morning grumpiness.

Using both hands and feet, kicking and stomping.

Burgundy throw pillows, dark green throw pillows.

One after another.

"Thump."

"Thump."

She roughly kicked them all off the bed.

The meticulously constructed "Chu River and Han Border" crumbled under the influence of physiological instincts, resulting in the complete annihilation of the army.

Obstacles cleared.

Shu Yao took a deep breath.

A faint warmth, mixed with the clean and refreshing scent of mint, wafted from the left in the air.

It looks like there's a stove.

Like a moth drawn to light, she moved instinctively, little by little, to the left.

Move it slightly, then stop.

Move it again.

Until his forehead, he bumped into a warm, hard wall of flesh.

in the dark.

He Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Actually, he woke up when the first pillow fell off the bed.

He is a light sleeper and can be awakened by the slightest noise, let alone such a loud noise around him.

But he didn't move; he just lay flat on the bed with his hands at his sides and his breathing steady.

In the darkness, I listened quietly to the woman beside me making a fuss.

Listen to her kicking those colorful cushions off the bed one by one, and hear her soft, dissatisfied grumbling.

Listen to her rustling and moving closer little by little.

Then, a cold, soft body, completely unsuspecting, crashed directly into his arms.

Shu Yao pressed herself against him.

Her hands and feet were ice cold, like several ice cubes.

But their movements were incredibly skillful, like an octopus, they wrapped themselves around his body.

A slender leg straddled his thigh, pressing down relentlessly on his firm, taut muscles.

Two slender arms tightly embraced his strong waist.

She pressed her cheek directly against his bare, burning chest, rubbed against him, and found the most comfortable spot.

"Well……"

She let out a satisfied sigh, her warm breath spraying onto the skin above his heart.

He Zheng's muscles tensed instantly.

It's as hard as iron.

The silk nightgown was so thin it was practically nonexistent.

Her two soft breasts pressed tightly against his pectoral muscles, rising and falling with her breath.

It has a clear feel and a deadly touch.

He Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, making a distinct swallowing sound.

His breathing instantly became heavy and hot.

The blood surged wildly in the blood vessels like boiling water, rushing straight to one place.

He was a normal, vigorous adult man.

He held his rightful wife in his arms, and she threw herself into his embrace, her soft and fragrant body radiating warmth.

To say there was no reaction would be a lie.

But he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched so tightly, and he forcefully suppressed the urge to roll over and pin her down.

She's still recovering from a cold and can't do anything strenuous.

My nostrils were filled with the sweet, cloying scent of tuberose emanating from her.

The scent, mixed with her body heat, seeped into his very being, like a small brush with a hook, tickling him until he was both agitated and unable to stop.

He Zheng lowered his eyelids.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms.

Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast shadows in her eye sockets.

His usual arrogant and domineering attitude was completely gone.

Now they're incredibly docile, like a young animal that has folded its claws.

He slowly raised his arm, his large hand resting on her slender back against the silk fabric, feeling the contours of her spine.

He lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, his thin lips touching her hair.

His voice was very low, deep and hoarse.

"Wife~"

He called out softly, so that only he himself could hear it.

The two words rolled off the tip of the tongue, carrying a scalding temperature.

Immediately afterwards, his large hand slid down her back and gripped her slender waist.

He tightened his arms.

He pulled her into his arms even more tightly.

Not a single gap was left.

Shu Yao felt even warmer and let out a comfortable hum in her sleep, snuggling deeper into his arms.

He Zheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the faint fragrance in his arms.

In the darkness, a triumphant smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

This woman is stubborn and has a bad temper.

She still obediently went back to his arms.