First, then, love.

The guest room was dark, with the lights off.

Shu Yao sat on the narrow single bed.

The huge silk quilt was haphazardly piled up at the head of the bed.

cold.

It's really cold.

Shu Yao was wearing a thin champagne-colored silk nightgown and was trembling all over.

My feet felt numb, like I was walking on ice.

She curled up her legs and huddled in the corner of the bed.

She pulled the cool silk quilt over herself and wrapped herself up tightly inside.

Only one face was visible.

Achoo!

She sneezed loudly and sniffed her sore nose.

The tears on my face had dried, leaving my skin taut, dry, and sore.

My stomach feels empty. I threw up all the undercooked frozen dumplings I ate for dinner, and now I'm experiencing acid reflux.

I was cold, hungry, and felt wronged.

Shu Yao rested her chin on her knees, biting her lower lip.

He cursed He Zheng's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Bastard, barbarian, ungrateful caveman.

For four days and four nights, she couldn't eat or sleep because of him, and she suffered from neurasthenia.

He, on the other hand, gave her a cold shoulder as soon as he got back, and even complained that she was dirty.

Okay, let's sleep separately, who's afraid of who.

She couldn't take another day of this miserable life. Tomorrow at daybreak, she would pack her things and go back to her parents' home to complain to Qiaoqiao.

Even if this guest room is freezing cold, and she freezes to death here today, she will never bow her head.

Shu Yao made a silent vow, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly.

Time passed second by second.

The sound of water had long since stopped in the corridor.

It was quiet outside; neither the God of War nor the man's footsteps could be heard.

He went to sleep.

He actually went to sleep in the master bedroom by himself, without even glancing at me or saying a word to comfort me.

Shu Yao's heart was completely chilled, even colder than the temperature in the guest room.

A strong sense of loss welled up inside me, and my eyes started to sting again.

Just then.

A slight sound came from outside the door.

"Pat, pat."

It was the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor tiles.

The footsteps were heavy and steady.

Step by step, I walked towards the guest rooms.

Shu Yao held her breath instantly.

His body stiffened, and his ears perked up.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

There was no further movement.

Even through the wooden door, Shu Yao could hear the man's heavy breathing outside.

She gritted her teeth and stared intently at the closed door.

Two seconds later.

The door handle was pressed down.

"Click".

A crisp sound rang out clearly in the silent night.

When Shu Yao entered the room, she was so angry that she slammed the door and completely forgot to lock it.

Or perhaps she never intended to lock it from the inside.

The door was pushed open.

The warm yellow light in the corridor flooded in like a tide.

A long, bright strip of light stretched across the dark wooden floor of the guest room.

Shu Yao subconsciously shrank further under the covers and squinted her eyes.

He Zheng stood at the doorway.

He was only wearing a loose white bath towel around his waist.

Its tall frame blocked most of the doorway.

He had just finished a hot shower, and his body was still damp and steamy.

The light from the corridor shone behind him.

He was backlit, so his facial expression was not clearly visible.

Broad shoulders, full pectoral muscles, and well-defined abdominal muscles.

Water droplets slid slowly down his hard, muscular lines and dripped onto the floor.

On the left shoulder, a clean waterproof dressing was applied and applied tightly.

A white bath towel, wrapped very low.

She was just barely above the V-line, revealing two strong thighs.

This outfit, this physique.

He appeared in a house with only two people in the middle of the night.

The danger level is at its maximum.

Shu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

The solemn oath I had just sworn in my heart was almost entirely forgotten in an instant.

"What...what are you doing here?"

She spoke, her voice trembling, thick with nasal tones, sounding utterly weak and like a bluffing cat.

"Get out, this is my room, I'm going to sleep."

She stiffened her neck, raised her chin slightly, and hugged the blanket tightly in her arms.

He Zheng didn't say anything.

His dark eyes, illuminated by the light from the corridor, were fixed on the silk quilt on the bed.

Looking at her pale face from the cold, and her wary yet aggrieved peach blossom eyes.

He's such a stubborn little devil, with an expression that's both obstinate and adorable.

He strode in, his long legs carrying a trail of steaming hot vapor, and approached the bedside.

"Don't come any closer!" Shu Yao panicked and shrank back to the corner of the bed.

His back pressed against the cold wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

He Zheng walked to the bedside, stopped, and looked down at her.

"Go back to the master bedroom to sleep." He said, his voice hoarse, carrying an unyielding force.

"I'm not going!"

Shu Yao turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

"Didn't you say I was annoying? Fine, I'll sleep here. It's none of your business if I freeze to death."

It was all said in anger, just said in anger.

She just wanted to hear him apologize and say something to coax her.

Even just one sentence, saying that he didn't mean it that way.

However, the word "coax" simply doesn't exist in He Zheng's dictionary.

He only uses the most direct actions to solve problems.

Without saying a word of nonsense, he suddenly bent down.

His broad back arched instantly, his muscles tensing.

Before Shu Yao could react to what he was about to do, everything went black.

The man's scalding heat wafted directly towards me.

He Zheng stretched out his arms, his left hand going under her knees and his right hand wrapping around her back.

Before Shu Yao could speak, he scooped her up, blanket and all, and carried her lightly on his shoulder with one hand.

"what!"

Shu Yao cried out in surprise, her feet instantly leaving the ground.

The silk quilt was slippery, but his arm strength was astonishing; he held her legs tightly, as steady as a mountain.

She was upside down, her long hair hanging down.

All I could see was his muscular back and that tattered white bath towel.

His stomach was pressing right against his hard shoulder blades.

"He Zheng! What are you doing! Put me down!"

She was furious, waving her hands wildly in the air and slapping his back hard.

"You're a lunatic! Let me go!"

"Slap, slap, slap."

A small fist hitting his hard muscles is like tickling him; it has no effect whatsoever.

He Zheng completely ignored her struggles and curses.

He carried her on his back with one hand, turned around, and strode out of the guest room.

His steps were steady, and even barefoot, he walked with an air of authority.

In the corridor.

Shu Yao was like a fish out of water, frantically thrashing about in the silk quilt.

"You bastard! Caveman! You're hurting me! Put me down!"

Her voice cracked from yelling, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Being carried like that is so humiliating! What is this supposed to be? Is this some kind of bandit abduction?

"Behave yourself."

He Zheng gave a low shout.

Raise your free left hand.

With a "snap".

Through the thick silk quilt, I slapped her on the buttocks.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was incredibly intimidating.

Shu Yao froze, completely dumbfounded.

Her cheeks instantly turned as red as boiled shrimp, the redness extending all the way to the base of her ears.

He actually...spanked her!

In the past two months, he had barely even touched her hand, and now he actually slapped her in front of her!

Humiliation, anger, and a vague, inexplicable heat surged into my heart.

"You...you dare hit me?!" Shu Yao's voice trembled, and she forgot to struggle.

"Move again, and I'll throw you on the ground."

He Zheng's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any emotion.

But their steps quickened.

Walk through the hallway and into the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, only a dim bedside lamp was on.

The air conditioner was on full blast, the air was warm and cozy, and it carried the familiar scent of tuberose.

In a dizzying moment, Shu Yao cried out in surprise. The man strode back to the master bedroom and threw her onto the soft bed.