The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

"Lu Zhiheng..."

Wen Song's voice was low and soft, with a slight tremor at the end, "I...I'm a little nervous."

Lu Zhiheng lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head reassuringly. "The night is still long, let's take it slow..."

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, light snowflakes swirled and danced in the air.

Wen Song's heart felt as if it had been tossed into the air, floating precariously, unable to settle down. It felt both weightless and anxious, and also carried a slight tremor of emotion, rising and falling with the fluttering snowflakes outside the window.

The warm orange light enveloped the two of them, shielding them from the biting chill outside the window.

Her clothes were already scattered, and the only sound around her was the overlapping of their breaths. She sank into the soft down comforter.

The unique, cool, woody scent emanating from Lu Zhiheng lingered around her nose. Under the man's gentle and patient guidance, all her defenses crumbled little by little, and the last remaining tension melted away like the falling snow outside the window.

In a sudden moment, Wen Song's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and the fingers gripping Lu Zhiheng's shoulder sank down forcefully.

She let out a suppressed whimper, like a wounded kitten enduring pain.

Despite the constant indoor temperature, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped onto Lu Zhiheng's forehead, and the veins on his arms, which were braced on either side, were bulging.

Especially now, looking at the girl beneath him, her face pale and biting her lower lip tightly, he could only suppress the urges raging in his body, pause all movement, and lean down to give her gentle kisses on her brow, the tip of her nose, and the corner of her lips, to comfort her.

"Songsong, relax..."

His voice was hoarse, and his breath on her ear was exceptionally hot.

As the sharp discomfort subsided, Wen Song gradually loosened her clenched teeth, glancing down unintentionally. Her eyes widened instantly, and she looked at him with a pitiful expression. "Could we... call it a day?"

Lu Zhiheng took a deep breath, "No, okay. But I promise I'll be gentle first."

To put it mildly, it really is only a tiny bit mild.

Wen Song could hardly sense his restraint.

As the suppressed panting in his ear grew heavier, the crimson in his eyes, tinged with lust, deepened.

Wen Song was like a small boat, clinging tightly to Lu Zhiheng's giant ship, tossing and turning in the stormy, sometimes rapid, sometimes gentle waves.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and rain stopped, and the sea gradually returned to calm. Wen Song was like a drowning person who had been pulled ashore, soaking wet and with no strength left to move.

She was carried into the bathroom by Lu Zhiheng, and only when her body was enveloped in warm water did she feel herself gradually coming back to life.

"Lu Zhiheng..."

She opened her mouth, only to find with shame that her voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been scorched by smoke and fire.

The little head drooped low. "I want to drink water."

Her shy and timid appearance almost melted Lu Zhiheng's heart.

He affectionately ruffled her hair. "Okay, I'll go pour it for you now."

The warm water slid slowly down her throat, and Wen Song felt much better. She pushed away Lu Zhiheng's hand holding the cup and said, "That's enough."

Lu Zhiheng casually put down the cup, carefully washed her body, wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her to the sink.

The bathroom lights were too bright. As Lu Zhiheng dried the water droplets off Wen Song's body, he noticed the scattered red marks on her exposed skin outside the towel.

Her skin was so delicate that even a light pinch or touch would leave a mark.

But it wasn't entirely without his fault. He vaguely remembered that at certain moments, he did lose control, wanting only to possess her more deeply and tightly, to the point that he completely failed to control his strength.

Wen Song lazily rested her chin on Lu Zhiheng's shoulder, letting him dry her body. Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps his movements were too gentle, but she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Just as she was about to doze off, a shower of lingering kisses fell on her.

Wen Song gently pushed him away, "I'm so tired, I want to sleep..."

Lu Zhiheng gently nibbled on her earlobe, "If you sleep, I'll kiss you..."

How could it just be a kiss...?

How could she possibly sleep...?

He spared no effort with his lips and tongue, constantly igniting passion in every part of her body.

Wen Song felt itchy and unbearable. As his shoulder slowly sank down, Wen Song's eyelashes suddenly trembled, and the next moment, his toes tensed up sensitively.

"Lu Zhiheng..."

She only managed to call out his name before the rest of the syllables dissipated into soft moans.

When Wen Song woke up again, it was already the next morning. She was still half asleep and thought she was at home. She casually picked up her phone to check the time and suddenly woke up with a start.

Just as I was about to sit up in bed, the door clicked open, and a tall, slender figure entered against the light.

The man was wearing a gray loungewear set, his hair pulled back to reveal a full forehead and handsome features.

Wen Song paused for a few seconds before remembering that she had spent the night at Lu Zhiheng's house last night.

Memories of last night's passionate encounter flooded her mind.

Wen Song's cheeks flushed instantly. Before Lu Zhiheng could come over, she quickly lay back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up over her head and then pulling it down further, leaving only her two dark eyes exposed.

Lu Zhiheng took in all her little movements, his eyes filled with doting affection. He walked over, squatted down beside the bed, and said, "Awake? It's still early, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Lu Zhiheng's voice was clear and refreshed, suggesting he had been up for a while.

Wen Song blinked her round, doe-like eyes shyly, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance and reproach, "It's already past nine o'clock, I'm late for work. Since you were up, why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

Lu Zhiheng couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pull her small hand out from under the covers and giving it a quick kiss. "I've already asked for leave for you, so rest at home today."

"Ask for leave?"

Wen Song immediately felt even more embarrassed. "Why did you need to ask for leave?"

Lu Zhiheng answered her truthfully, "I saw you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't have the heart to wake you. Also, I was worried that you might be feeling unwell."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull back Wen Song's blanket, "Let me see what's on you..."

Wen Song was startled, her eyes widening in terror as she clutched the corner of her blanket tightly. "Hey, no!"

Lu Zhiheng's actions were forced to stop halfway through, and he chuckled helplessly, "Goodness, last night we all..."

"That won't do either, you're not allowed to look."

Wen Song's muffled voice came from under the covers, "If I feel unwell later, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy medicine myself."

Are you sure?

Seeing Wen Song's shy expression, Lu Zhiheng had no choice but to give up for the time being.

"So, are you getting up now? Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll have someone bring it over."

Wen Song gently shook her head. "Aunt Cao should be making breakfast now. I'll go over and eat with Miao Miao. You can just bring me my clothes."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiheng paused for a few seconds, then said, "Songsong, I'm your husband. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to use me and then throw me away?"

Wen Song could hear the obvious grievance in his tone, so she quickly explained, "I didn't mean to ignore you. I meant, if you'd like, you can come eat with me."

Lu Zhiheng had been teasing her on purpose. Upon hearing this, a faint smile curved his thin lips. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Alright, get up. I'll let you off the hook this morning, since my wife is being so obedient."

After the clothes were brought over, Wen Song quietly put them on while huddled under the covers. However, when she got out of bed, her legs suddenly went weak, and she almost knelt down on the spot.

"Be careful!"

Fortunately, Lu Zhiheng reacted quickly and caught her. "Are you alright?"

Wen Song wanted to say that something was wrong, but her legs felt weak and sore, as if she had been beaten up badly last night.

But she swallowed the words back down, mainly because she was worried that Lu Zhiheng might start examining her again if things didn't go her way.