First, then, love.

Men have strong hands and know acupressure points.

Although the area I pressed was sore, the stiffness was actually relieved quite a bit after a few kneading sessions.

Shu Yao groaned comfortably, closed her eyes, and gave up struggling.

My body honestly enjoys the free massage service.

He Zheng looked at her cat-like expression of enjoyment, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He pressed for a few minutes, then withdrew his hand.

I picked up the glass of honey water and brought it to her lips.

"Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Shu Yao took his hand and gulped down most of the glass.

The warm, sweet water slid down my throat, and my throat felt much better.

He Zheng put down his water glass and picked up the seafood porridge.

He picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to her lips.

"Open your mouth," he coaxed patiently.

Shu Yao turned her head away and refused to eat.

"I'm not hungry," she said, her face full of resistance. "Stay away from me, I get annoyed just looking at you."

He Zheng wasn't angry.

He put the spoon back in the bowl, propped himself up on the pillow with one hand, and looked down at her.

His gaze swept over her neck, which was exposed outside the blanket.

It was covered with a dense array of red and purple hickeys, stretching all the way down to below the collarbone, leaving not a single piece of good flesh.

They are all his masterpieces, his imprint.

He Zheng's possessiveness was greatly satisfied.

"Really not going to eat?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone exuding a roguish and unruly air.

"Where will you get the energy if you don't eat?"

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Who was crying and yelling last night that they couldn't go on, that their back was going to break, huh?"

Shu Yao was easily embarrassed and couldn't stand such lewd talk.

The scenes from last night instantly replayed in my mind: her shameful pleas for mercy, her uncontrollable sobs.

The man heard everything clearly.

Her blood rushed to her head, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed He Zheng's black T-shirt collar.

"How dare you say that!"

She pointed to the trash can next to the bedside table, her fingers trembling.

"Look what you've done! A whole box! Did you think you were eating candy?!"

"Are you trying to kill me?! My bones are breaking, you're just a heartless pile driver!"

She was furious, and the more she cursed, the more wronged she felt.

While I'm stuck in bed with a sore back and aching muscles, he acts like nothing's wrong, serving me tea and water, and even dares to make sarcastic remarks.

Faced with Shu Yao's full-on accusations.

He Zheng was not angry at all; in fact, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He took her hand that was clutching his collar, brought it to his lips, and kissed her fair knuckles.

A satisfied smile played at the corners of his lips.

"It's my fault, I'll be more gentle next time."

He admitted his mistake very quickly and with a proper attitude.

But those dark eyes were filled with a sinister glint.

Shu Yao was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that this man at least still had some conscience.

The next second, He Zheng's deep, husky voice rang in her ear.

With a hint of smug teasing.

"But honey, you're being too sensitive."

His rough thumb traced across her palm, intentionally or unintentionally.

"It shakes like crazy at the slightest touch."

He Zheng chuckled softly.

"I've put up with this for two months, and you almost drove me crazy. One box is too little."

Shu Yao gasped.

His face was flushed red, and he looked like he was on fire.

This man, after having his first sexual experience, has completely lost all sense of shame, spouting vulgar and inappropriate language.

Where did that taciturn guy who used to be unable to utter a single word go?

"He Zheng! Shut up!"

She pulled her hand back, grabbed the pillow behind her, and smashed it hard against his face.

He Zheng dodged the pillow by tilting his head, caught it steadily with one hand, and tossed it aside.

He then pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms.

"Fine, I'll shut up."

He rested his chin on the top of her head and rubbed it against her.

"Drink your porridge first, then you'll have the energy to yell at me."

He picked up the bowl again, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and fed it to her.

Shu Yao was held tightly by him and couldn't break free at all.

My stomach was indeed hungry, and it was rumbling in protest.

She could only open her mouth resentfully, bite down on the spoon, and swallow the porridge.

It felt like they were biting into his flesh.

He Zheng looked at her sulking face, his eyes filled with indulgence.

One spoonful after another.

The dignified captain of the special police unit, who used to hold a gun, is now holding a small porcelain spoon, transforming into a full-time nanny to serve this pampered little darling.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

He used a tissue to wipe the grains of rice from the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, a scratching sound came from outside the door.

Accompanied by the God of War's aggrieved sobs.

The dog was hungry and wanted to find its owner, but it was too afraid to enter the master bedroom, which was filled with a sense of danger.

He Zheng didn't even turn his head.

He shouted coldly towards the door.

"Go gnaw on a bone and don't bother your mom while she's eating."

The scratching sounds outside the door stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of a dog's paws stomping on the floor tiles as it ran away.

Upon hearing the phrase "your mother," Shu Yao nearly spat out her porridge.

"Who's its mother! Don't try to claim kinship with me!" she retorted, blushing.

He Zheng placed the empty bowl on the bedside table.

He leaned closer and kissed the corner of her mouth with his thin lips, wiping away the juice from her lips.

"I'm its father, and you're my wife."

He declared it with an air of self-righteousness, his eyes domineering and thuggish.

"What else could it be but its mother?"

Shu Yao's face flushed instantly, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

She pulled the blanket over herself, covering her head and face, and rolled over in bed, turning her back to him.

"Get out! I want to sleep!"

A muffled sound came from under the covers, carrying a hint of coquettish anger.

He Zheng chuckled and stopped teasing her.

This little darling was really exhausted last night; her voice was hoarse and her back was weak. If we keep teasing her, she might really get angry.

He picked up the empty bowl and stood up.

He strode out and slammed the master bedroom door shut.