First, then, love.

He Zheng stopped.

Suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down.

This dilemma is nothing short of torture for a man.

His muscles were as hard as stone, and sweat poured down his forehead, chin, and chest like water.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

But he managed to suppress the urge to plunder recklessly.

He lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He apologized repeatedly, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

His rough, large hands gently stroked her back, one stroke at a time.

"I was too hasty. Relax and take a deep breath."

He patiently coaxed her, his kiss landing on her lips with unbelievable tenderness.

Shu Yao looked at him, his face covered in sweat, and the veins bulging from his suppressed emotions.

The fear in my heart was suddenly replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.

This fierce man could even suppress his instincts for her sake.

She sniffed and gradually relaxed her tense body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him.

"I...I'm not afraid anymore, you...you hold me."

Her face flushed, and her voice was barely audible.

This is simply the best catalyst.

The string in He Zheng's mind finally snapped completely.

He let out a low growl and his arms tightened suddenly.

A passionate kiss, a deep and enduring embrace.

"Hmm!"

Shu Yao suddenly tilted her head back and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

An overwhelming sense of security, along with lingering excitement, instantly overwhelmed her.

He Zheng took a deep breath and hugged her tightly.

He gave her time to calm down and didn't speak immediately.

The wind outside the window picked up even more fiercely, and tree branches slapped against the glass.

However, the indoor temperature continued to rise.

He Zheng looked at the woman in his arms, tears welling in her eyes, who was clinging tightly to him.

The wild beast within me has finally been completely tamed.

The shadow began to sway slowly.

The sound of the wind gradually became more urgent, changing from restrained to rapid.

*

The cold wind howled outside the window all night.

The autumn rain stopped sometime ago.

The next day, at 12:30 pm.

The large, single-level apartment was deathly quiet.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blackout curtains, casting a blinding ray of light that fell directly onto the gray bed sheets.

Shu Yao closed her eyes, her brows furrowed tightly.

Before consciousness was fully awake, the body's protests had already reached the brain.

pain.

It hurts all over.

It felt like all the bones in my body had been crushed in a hydraulic press and then haphazardly pieced back together with glue. The slightest movement caused my joints to send out signals of unbearable pain.

My throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. When I swallowed, it felt like I had swallowed a handful of shards of glass, a burning, tearing sensation all over my throat.

Especially the waist.

It felt like it had been snapped in half, sore and weak, and I couldn't even muster the strength to turn over.

Her legs were completely out of her control; the skin on the inside of her thighs was burning, and even the slightest rubbing against the edge of the blanket caused a stinging pain, as if her skin was being broken.

Last night's memories flooded my mind like a burst dam.

The kitchen island was icy cold, the living room sofa was bumpy, and finally, the bed was completely out of control.

He was like a wild beast that hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, tireless and unrestrained.

No matter how much she cried and begged for mercy, or how much she scratched his back with her fingernails, he just wouldn't stop.

Only that hoarse "wife" pounded on her eardrums, each sound more vicious than the last, forcing her to the point where she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Shu Yao gasped.

Slowly open your heavy eyelids.

My gaze swept around the dimly lit bedroom.

The disaster site.

The gray cotton sheet that was just laid out last night is already wrinkled beyond recognition, and there are even a few suspicious water stains and dark red dried marks on it.

The champagne-colored silk nightgown lay pitifully on the carpet, the lace trim at the neckline torn in a gash, completely ruined.

The three giant cushions that once served as the "Chu River and Han Border" were casually kicked to the corner, with the man's black pants that he had taken off the night before still draped on them.

Shu Yao moved her neck and turned her head to look in the direction of the bedside table.

My gaze froze instantly.

Her breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.

Next to the bedside table was a black frosted trash can.

Normally, this trash can only contain a few cotton pads she used for removing makeup, and it's always clean.

But now.

The trash can was overflowing, even spilling out.

At the very top, a black square cardboard box was thrown out conspicuously.

The box was empty, crumpled up carelessly, and left there.

Under that empty box, inside the trash can.

The packaging bags, torn from silver foil, were piled up haphazardly, one after another, too numerous to count.

Next to each package was a few crumpled tissues.

A whole box, 3 pieces.

It's completely empty.

Shu Yao stared at the trash can, her eyes wide open and her lips trembling slightly.

brute.

He's a fucking beast.

This man's physical abilities are simply insane.

He hadn't slept for four days and four nights, and had just escaped with his life after being hit by a hail of bullets, covered in wounds.

When he got back, he took a shower and then pinned her down on the bed and tormented her all night.

As dawn approached, he went to the bathroom, took out the last one from the box, and tore open the packaging with his teeth. She didn't even have the strength to cry then, and could only desperately bite his shoulder.

With that kind of stamina, no wonder Qiaoqiao said he was like a wolf.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sound came from outside the door.

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Light streamed in from the corridor.

He Zheng strode in, carrying a tray.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeved T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants.

The stubble on his chin was cleanly shaved, revealing a sharp jawline. The scab on his left cheek was still conspicuous, which did not make him look disheveled, but instead added a fierce and thuggish air to his appearance.

The bloodshot in his eyes had disappeared, his gaze was clear, and he looked energetic.

His steps were light and quick, and even his walking posture exuded a lazy and carefree feeling after a good meal.

There was no trace of the fatigue from three days and three nights of intense fighting and all-night indulgence.

Shu Yao looked at his refreshed and energetic appearance, and then felt her own broken body that was about to fall apart.

I was so angry my teeth were itching.

He Zheng walked to the bedside.

The tray was placed on the bedside table, right next to the trash can overflowing with spoils.

He didn't even glance at the trash can, his blatant disregard was outrageous.

On the tray was a white ceramic bowl.

The bowl contains a soft and well-cooked seafood porridge, along with dried scallops, fresh shrimp, and finely chopped ginger and scallions.

It had a faint aroma of sesame oil and was steaming hot.

There was also a cup of warm honey water next to it.

He Zheng bent one knee and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sagged down significantly.

He leaned closer, his dark eyes fixed on Shu Yao, who was wrapped in the blanket with only her face showing.

"Are you awake, wife?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undisguised sense of satisfaction and amusement.

Shu Yao stared at him intently, her peach blossom eyes filled with the grievance and accusation of being bullied so badly.

"Get out."

She tried to shoo them away, but her voice was so hoarse it sounded like sandpaper scraping against a table, so awful that even she was startled.

I cried so hard and screamed so loudly last night that my voice is completely hoarse.

Hearing her raspy voice, He Zheng couldn't help but let out a low, muffled laugh.

"You're so angry, you must not have been tired last night."

As he spoke, he stretched out his large hand.

He reached directly into the blankets and accurately touched her lower back.

Her palms were burning hot, calluses pressed against her sore skin.

He pressed his thumbs on the acupoints on both sides of her lumbar spine and kneaded them with a light but firm touch.

"hiss……"

Shu Yao gasped, instinctively wanting to dodge.

"Don't move," He Zheng pressed her down, his grip perfectly controlled. "You have lumbar muscle strain, I'm going to give you a massage, otherwise you won't even be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

"..."

My mother has a damn lumbar muscle strain.