First, then, love.

at this time.

In the corner of the lounge.

Shu Yao's flight case door wasn't closed properly.

The princess emerged from inside.

The calico cat, usually aloof and ignoring everyone, surprisingly didn't hide in a corner today.

It paced restlessly on the ground twice, letting out a low "howl" sound from its throat.

Then, it lay down on the cashmere carpet, lowered its front paws, stuck out its rear end, and turned its tail to one side.

The prince in the cat carrier next to them heard the noise.

Suddenly, as if its meridians had been opened, it used its paws to unzip the cat carrier and crawled out.

The prince moved closer to the princess and smelled its scent.

Animal instincts took over at this moment.

Without hesitation, the prince climbed onto the princess's back and bit down on the back of her neck.

Two cats, behind a potted plant in the corner of the lounge, secretly began a primal breeding exercise.

It didn't make a loud noise.

The two women sitting on the sofa were chatting enthusiastically and had no idea that a live sex show was taking place in the corner.

"Seriously, Yao Yao."

Qiaoqiao's joking expression disappeared, and her expression became serious.

She looked Shu Yao up and down.

"The physical fitness of special police officers must be freakish. They can run five kilometers carrying dozens of kilograms of weight without even breaking a sweat."

Qiaoqiao lowered her voice and leaned close to Shuyao's ear.

"With your small frame, can you withstand him tormenting you like this every day?"

Shu Yao's fingers tightened slightly as she held the paper cup.

Involuntarily, the image of He Zheng's fierce and unrestrained behavior in bed replayed in her mind.

Tight abdominal muscles, burning hot body temperature, and that brutal impact that sent chills down your spine.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away somewhat awkwardly.

"Well... not every day..." she retorted softly, without any confidence.

"Don't lie to me, your legs are shaking so much, you're practically floating after just a few steps," Qiao Qiao said, hitting the nail on the head.

Qiaoqiao took a sip of coffee, her tone becoming earnest.

"I'm being serious with you. You two just got married, so it's like dry wood meeting a raging fire, I understand."

"But with his physique and explosive power, and you don't like to exercise, you'll end up in the hospital sooner or later."

Qiaoqiao stretched out a finger and poked Shuyao's forehead.

"Most importantly, if you don't want to get pregnant, it's best to use protection!"

"Judging from your husband's condition... I feel like his success rate is extremely high. If you don't want to be a stay-at-home mom with a big belly next year, you absolutely have to make him wear it! Not a single step can be missed!"

Shu Yao's mind went blank for a moment.

The image of the trash can next to the bedside table in the master bedroom flashed before my eyes this morning.

Three days later, the whole box, ten tubes, was used up.

He did wear it, and he wore it very frequently, using it up faster than he ate.

Shu Yao's face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and even her breathing became hot.

"He...he used it," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

"It's fine as long as he uses it," Qiao Qiao nodded. "If a man doesn't wear it for his own pleasure, that's selfish. The fact that he uses it shows that he has some sense of responsibility."

Qiaoqiao leaned back on the sofa, watching Shuyao's shy yet annoyed expression.

He suddenly sighed and then laughed.

"Yaoyao, go look in the mirror yourself."

Qiaoqiao pointed to the full-length mirror on the wall of the lounge.

"Look at yourself now, with spring in your eyes and a face like a peach blossom. This is no longer the arrogant little devil who used to talk about the Chu-Han Contention all the time."

"Right now, you're completely like a spoiled, adorable little wife, basking in the glow of love."

Qiaoqiao revealed the secret in a single sentence.

"Admit it, you've fallen for that dark-faced monster, and you've fallen completely for him."

"I don't!"

Shu Yao, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly retorted, her voice rising.

"I wasn't tempted! I was just... just fulfilling my marital obligations!"

She was stubborn and refused to admit it.

"He's rough, uncouth, and completely lacks romance. He cuts ribs like they're made of stone, and he even wraps roses in newspaper to give me. How could I possibly be interested in him!"

She listed all of He Zheng's shortcomings, trying to persuade Qiao Qiao, and also trying to persuade herself.

However, that's what I'm saying.

But in her mind, she saw his domineering way of carrying her on his back with one hand, and his focused way of clumsily picking out feathers from bird's nest in the kitchen.

It reveals his awkwardness and deep affection as he suppresses his desires and says in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid you'll worry."

This man forced his way into her life, shattering all her defenses.

He sheltered her under his strong wings, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.

Shu Yao sat on the sofa, holding a warm paper cup in her hands.

On the surface, they still stubbornly refuse to admit it.

However, a hint of an undisguised smile flashed in his lowered eyes.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

But my heart was bubbling with sweetness.

In the corner, two cats, having finished their mischief, sneaked out.

The princess licked her paws gracefully, her tail held high. All the previous anxiety and fervor had vanished, and she had returned to her aloof demeanor.

The prince followed behind, his steps unsteady, his large face showing a dazed expression.

Shu Yao and Qiao Qiao were chatting enthusiastically and had no idea about the secret behind the potted plant.