First, then, love.

Five minutes later.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of water in the master bathroom stopped.

Soon, the sound of steady footsteps could be heard.

One step, two steps, like the devil's steps...

The footsteps walked straight towards the guest rooms.

It stopped outside the guest room door.

Shu Yao pricked up her ears in bed, held her breath, and felt her heart inexplicably race.

There was no movement outside the door.

Then, the door handle was pressed down forcefully.

"Click."

The door wouldn't open; it was stuck firmly against the doorframe, locked.

There was a two-second silence outside the door.

Shu Yao hid under the covers, covering her mouth and giggling, her shoulders trembling.

Serves you right! You've been causing trouble for people every day, and now you're getting the cold shoulder.

Just as she was about to say something sarcastic and tell him to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, a faint metallic clanging sound came from outside the door.

Followed by.

"Click".

The crisp sound of the latch snapping open echoed through the silent room.

Shu Yao's smile froze on her face instantly, her eyes widened suddenly, and her pupils dilated.

The door was pushed open.

The warm yellow light from the corridor instantly illuminated the dimly lit guest room and the terrified face on the bed.

He Zheng was shirtless, with a white towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

His hair was still dripping water, the droplets running down his firm chest and abdominal muscles and disappearing into the edge of the towel.

He held a bunch of shiny spare keys in his hand, twirling them casually with his index finger.

Its towering frame leaned against the doorframe, blocking the only way out, like an insurmountable black tower.

His dark eyes locked onto the person wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon on the bed.

A half-smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes dangerous.

"Mrs. He, are we guarding against thieves?"

The man leaned against the door frame, his voice low and husky, exuding a confident and roguish air.

The keychain twirled on his long, slender index finger, making a crisp clinking sound.

Shu Yao hid under the silk quilt, her smug expression freezing instantly, her eyes wide with surprise.

"How do you have the key!" she blurted out, her voice cracking, her defenses completely crumbling.

He Zheng smirked and strode over.

"On the first day of moving, I changed all the lock cylinders in the house."

He knelt on one knee by the bed and yanked off the silk quilt she was clinging to.

"The spare keys are all in my drawer."

A sudden dizziness.

Before Shu Yao could even scream, he picked her up again, blanket and all.

With a "smack," another slap landed on the same spot.

"Why are you making such a fuss in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Go back to the master bedroom."

The struggle that night ended in a crushing defeat for Shu Yao.

Not only did they not escape, but they were also subjected to an extra ordeal for being "disobedient".

She didn't fall into a deep sleep until the sky outside the window began to lighten.

*

Time flies, and November has arrived.

The temperature plummeted, and cold winds howled outside the window.

In the large, single-level apartment, the underfloor heating is on all day long, making it unbearably hot.

These past few days, a new unwritten rule has emerged in our family.

Just after 10 p.m., He Zheng would close the heavy oak door to the master bedroom on time.

With a "click," the door was locked from the inside.

This door isn't meant to keep out outsiders, it's meant to keep out the two little rascals in the house.

Previously, the two maintained a clear distinction between themselves, and the door to the master bedroom was always ajar.

War God is a retired military dog ​​who is used to patrolling at night. He always has to lie on the carpet in the master bedroom for a while and smell his owner's scent before he feels at ease.

The princess is a domineering creature; this 300-square-meter house is entirely her territory. She can sleep wherever she wants, and often jumps onto the big bed in the middle of the night, using Shu Yao's belly as a springboard.

Not anymore.

The SWAT team leader had his fun, and the night's activities were intense and unrestrained.

Sometimes at the sink, sometimes on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

If two furry kids suddenly barged in, it would be a real nuisance.

And... it doesn't matter whether they understand it or not.

In the eyes of parents, they will always be children.

Thus, a solid wood door ruthlessly cut off the cat and dog's right to patrol at night.

Friday, 7:30 a.m.

The bedroom curtains were drawn tightly shut, preventing any winter sunlight from getting in.

The temperature inside the room was frighteningly high.

The air was thick with the scent of hormones, a mixture of sweat and tuberose, sticky and unpleasant.

Shu Yao was pressed down on the soft mattress.

I have no idea where I threw my silk nightgown away.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and a blush of emotion tinged the corners of her eyes.

"He Zheng... are you crazy... what time is it...?"

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed sand; it was broken, filled with sobs and drowsiness.

Her hands weakly pushed against the man's hard chest, which was slippery with sweat, and her bones ached.

He Zheng didn't stop.

He was shirtless, and the muscles on his back taut with each movement, veins bulging, revealing a terrifying explosive power.

Sweat dripped down his hard jawline, landing with a "plop" on Shu Yao's fair collarbone, burning her and making her flinch.

Men's energy in the early morning is as vigorous as a monster.

Moreover, he is a special police officer who has undergone rigorous training for many years and has no idea what fatigue is.

"It's still early, I'll sleep a little longer."

His voice was rough and hoarse as he lowered his head and bit her lip, silencing all her remaining protests.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce struggle.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the door.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The sound of a cat's claws scratching a solid wood door is sharp, piercing, and makes your teeth ache.

Followed by.

"Meow—! Meow—!"

The princess's high-pitched cry pierced through the door and went straight in.

Her voice was filled with pure anger and dissatisfaction, like a shrew cursing in the street.

It crouched at the doorway of the master bedroom, its tail irritably sweeping the floor.

Not understanding why its territory was blocked, it wanted to go inside to sleep, and it wanted to inspect its territory.

I called out twice, but there was no response from inside.

The princess's temper flared up.

It stood up, put its two front paws on the door, and started scratching frantically.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" It almost scraped the wood shavings off.

The God of War, who was gnawing on a bone on the balcony, also came over with heavy steps when he heard the cat meowing.

An 80-pound German Shepherd sat majestically at the doorway.

It had the discipline of a military dog ​​and didn't scratch at the door.

But it's also in a hurry.

The owner has been inside for several days, locking the door from the inside every night.

The God of War pressed his enormous dog head against the crack in the door, sniffing the air with all his might.

It smelled its master's sweat and his heavy, rapid breathing.

Dogs have keen hearing and might think there's a fight going on inside, or that their owner is in danger.

The God of War was so anxious that he spun around in place, his thick tail slapping against the wall next to him with a dull "bang".

"Waaah...waaah..."

The dog let out a low, anxious whimper, looking pitiful, as if pleading for help.

In the master bedroom.

Shu Yao could hear the clear scratching sounds and the duet of cats and dogs outside the door.

My sense of shame overwhelmed me instantly.

"No...the dog...the dog is barking..."

She abruptly turned her head away from He Zheng's kiss, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

He Zheng frowned, turned around, and yelled at the door, "What are you barking about, you dog?!"

The God of War fell silent.

But the princess kept scratching relentlessly.

Shu Yao pushed his shoulders hard with both hands, her fingernails leaving several red marks on the man's back.

"Did you hear that...? The princess is scratching at the door... Let go of me..."

Her face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and even her neck turned pink.

Even though there were only two animals outside, she still felt a little shy being watched and eavesdropped on in this kind of situation.

What if the door gets scratched? What if the God of War gets desperate and starts ramming the door?

He Zheng didn't stop moving.

Instead, because of her distraction and struggle, his eyes darkened, and he deliberately increased the force.

"Hmm!"

Shu Yao gasped, her waist suddenly went limp, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Focus."

The man's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with a strong warning and lust.

He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, gently grinding it with his teeth.

"Never mind them, oak doors are thick and can't be scratched."

He completely ignored the protests outside the door.

His mind was entirely focused on the delicate woman beneath him.

His rough fingertips, with an irresistible force, sank deep into her soft waist, pinning her firmly beneath him.

The commotion outside, however, grew louder and louder.

The princess got tired of scratching at the door, so she started banging it against the door with her body.

"Thump, thump."

The dull thuds of impact came one after another.

Seeing this, the God of War became even more anxious.

It stood up and used its front paws to pry at the metal doorknob.

"Click, click."

The doorknob was being tossed about by the dog's paws, making a crisp sound as it swayed back and forth.

A cat and a dog met up completely outside the door.

The princess was responsible for banging on doors and yelling, "Meow! Meow!"

The God of War was in charge of tugging at the doorknob and providing accompaniment, "Woof...woof!"

Shu Yao was tormented inside, unable to utter a complete sentence. She could only bite the man's shoulder tightly, swallowing her sobs.

Outside the door, a cat and a dog were meowing and whimpering in unison, creating a comically absurd scene.