First, then, love.

This mattress was specially ordered from abroad by Shen Minghua; it is extremely soft and elastic.

Shu Yao was thrown so hard that she bounced high on the mattress, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The silk quilt wrapped around her body came undone, and the slippery silk fabric wrapped around her legs.

Before she could even catch her breath...

The light above their heads dimmed.

He Zheng's tall and powerful body, exuding a strong sense of oppression, descended upon them.

The mattress slumped down heavily, making a faint, strained sound.

Shu Yao was startled and instinctively shrank back.

Using both hands and feet, he desperately kicked off the blanket wrapped around his legs and scrambled to the other side of the bed.

"You're a lunatic! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice filled with panic and anger.

My toes just touched the edge of the bed.

My ankle suddenly tightened.

A large, burning hand gripped her slender ankle.

He Zheng knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, his arm muscles bulging instantly.

With no effort, it pulled back with a forceful pull.

"what!"

Shu Yao gasped in surprise as she was forcibly dragged back to the center of the bed.

The silk nightgown rolled up to her upper thighs from the friction, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin, which was dazzlingly white under the dim bedside lamp.

The color in He Zheng's eyes darkened instantly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He gave her no chance to escape.

With a long stride, he climbed directly onto the bed.

He forcefully pushed her kicking legs apart with his knee, squeezing between them and pinning her down.

His tall figure, like a mountain, completely enveloped her.

Shu Yao was furious. She clenched her fists and pounded them haphazardly on his chest and shoulders.

"Let me go! You bastard! Get away from me!"

The fist slammed into the man's hard muscles, producing a dull thud.

For He Zheng, this amount of strength was like a cat's scratch—it didn't hurt or itch, and it couldn't even stop him from moving.

He braced her neck with his left hand to prevent him from crushing her.

His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing her two wildly swinging wrists.

Encircle it with your thumb and forefinger, effortlessly.

Lift it up with force.

They pinned her hands firmly to the soft pillow.

Absolute power suppression.

The difference in physique is fully revealed at this time, cruel and full of male hormones.

Shu Yao was unable to move, pinned firmly to the bed by him.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

The two were standing very close together.

The damp steam from He Zheng's recent shower, mixed with the scent of mint, enveloped him, so intense it was almost suffocating.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

The white bath towel around her waist had come loose most of its way during the rough movements, teetering precariously and barely covering her vital areas.

Her scalding body temperature radiated through Shu Yao's thin, almost negligible silk nightgown.

The heat made Shu Yao tremble all over.

Her short hair was still dripping wet.

Cool water droplets slid down his hard jawline and dripped onto Shu Yao's delicate collarbone.

The water was cold, but the person was scalding hot.

Ice and Fire.

"Let me go!" Shu Yao glared at the man on top of her, her eyes red and swollen.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled with extreme grievance and anger.

"Didn't you find me annoying? Didn't you worry about the smell of blood getting on my skin? What business is it of yours where I sleep?!"

She twisted and turned desperately, trying to break free from under him.

But the man's body was like iron, completely still.

"I won't let go."

He Zheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

He looked down at her.

Looking at her face flushed with anger, and at the tears streaming down her cheeks.

The veins in my temples were throbbing.

He was so angry at her prickly demeanor that his liver ached, yet he was also incredibly soft-hearted.

"I'm not sleeping here! I'm going to sleep in the guest room! Let me go!"

Seeing that she couldn't break free, Shu Yao simply gave up resisting with her hands and feet.

She suddenly tilted her head back.

He opened his mouth and bit down hard on He Zheng's strong right shoulder.

She avoided the wound on his left shoulder, but this bite was merciless, using all her strength.

The teeth pierced the hard skin.

A faint taste of blood spread through my mouth.

He Zheng's muscles stiffened abruptly, and he let out a muffled groan.

I simply relaxed the muscles in my right shoulder and let her bite me.

His large hand remained firmly gripping her wrist, showing no sign of loosening.

In the bedroom, only the heavy breathing of the two remained.

Shu Yao's teeth ached from clenching so hard, and her chin was sore.

She tasted blood, and her reason finally returned a little.

He slowly opened his mouth.

A startling red stain appeared on her white teeth.

On He Zheng's right shoulder, there was a deep, blood-tinged tooth mark.

Compared to the gunshot wound on his left shoulder, this injury was nothing, but at this moment, it seemed particularly glaring.

"Have you had enough?"

He Zheng lowered his head.

Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling.

"Not enough!"

Shu Yao refused to back down, her peach blossom eyes filled with stubbornness and grievance.

Tears slid down her cheeks and disappeared into the hair at her temples.

"What right do you have to tell me what to do? We're just married, we're not even close! You disappeared for four days and four nights without a trace, and when you came back you gave me the cold shoulder. What right do you have...?"

"Where to?"

He Zheng suddenly interrupted her.

He suddenly lowered his head.

His forehead touched hers, their skin meeting.

Shu Yao was taken aback by this sudden action, and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.

The distance is too close.

She was so close that she could clearly see the deep red blood vessels in his eyes and her own reflection in his pupils.

He Zheng's breathing was heavy, spraying onto her face with a scorching heat.

"This is your bed, and you are my wife."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, each word distinct and sharp, striking the floor and her heart.

Shu Yao was stunned.

They even forgot to struggle.

You are my wife.

He has never declared sovereignty so directly and fiercely.

Normally, he only cares about giving her money, cooking for her, and scolding her with a cold face.

He Zheng pressed his forehead against hers, feeling the stiffness in her body, and released her wrist.

Gently wipe the corner of her eye with your fingertip, wiping away the hot tears.

"You are not allowed to go to the guest rooms."

He sighed, his tone shedding all coldness and defensiveness, leaving only deep weariness and indulgence.

"I didn't mean to criticize you just now."

Shu Yao bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening even more.

"Then why are you hiding? Why are you backing away? And you even said you're dirty." Her voice softened, filled with sobs and grievance.

He Zheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The image of the abandoned factory covered in blood flashed through my mind again.

"It's really dirty."

He opened his eyes and looked at her intently.

"I have blood on me, other people's blood, the smell of gunpowder, and the smell of dead people."

"You're so timid. You usually scream for ages when watching a horror movie. I'm afraid my fierce aura will scare you."

Shu Yao's heart clenched suddenly.

So that's why.

He wasn't disgusted by her; he was afraid that his own dark side would taint her.

"Then why didn't you answer the phone? Why was your phone off!"

She seized on the loophole in his words and continued to press him for answers, tears starting to fall again.

"Do you know how scared I was when I watched the news? They said a policeman was shot, and I thought it was you... I thought you were dead..."

She spoke the last two words with difficulty, her voice trembling.