His physiological preference

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of Shengshi Tianxi. Qin Yuzheng turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to look at her.

Yang Zhiyan leaned back in the passenger seat, her head against the backrest, her mouth slightly open, her breathing even.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids when they drooped down, and her nostrils flared gently with her breathing.

Qin Yuzheng looked at her for a few seconds, then got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, bent down, put one hand under her neck and the other under her knees, and lifted her up from the seat.

Her head rested on his shoulder, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breath brushing against his collarbone, warm and even.

She was very light, and Qin Yuzheng felt he needed to fatten the baby up a bit more. He wanted to take the baby out to eat delicious food more often.

Yang Zhiyan woke up. Still groggy, in that gray area between sleep and wakefulness.

She felt her body moving, rising, being enveloped by something.

That thing was warm, with a unique Qin Yuzheng flavor.

She knew this was Qin Yuzheng's embrace. Once she realized this, she stopped thinking and kept her eyes closed.

Her boyfriend's embrace felt so good, she didn't want to wake up.

Qin Yuzheng carried her into the elevator and pressed the button for the 22nd floor. The elevator doors closed and the elevator went up.

He looked down at the person in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was still even, and her eyelashes were motionless.

A slight smile played on his lips, but he didn't expose her. He knew she was awake; in the garage earlier, when he bent down to hug her, her body had reacted very subtly.

She woke up, then fell asleep again. She really fell asleep.

The elevator reached the twenty-second floor, and Qin Yuzheng stepped out. He didn't head towards her apartment; instead, he walked towards his own door.

He held her with one arm and entered the password with the other. The door opened, and he went in without changing his shoes, heading straight into the bedroom.

He gently and slowly placed Yang Zhiyan on the bed. Her head fell onto the pillow, her brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

He helped her take off her shoes, pulled the blanket out from under her, and covered her chest with it.

He stood by the bed and watched her for a while.

Then he bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. His lips pressed against the warm, soft skin of her forehead.

He straightened up, walked to the other side of the bed, and lay down. He didn't cover himself with the blanket, but lay on top of it, turned to his side, and looked at her.

His arm was under his head, and his eyes were open. He looked at her sleeping face, at her eyelashes, the bridge of her nose, and her slightly parted lips.

He stared for what seemed like an eternity, until his eyelids began to droop. He hadn't slept well last night either.

He closed his eyes, reached out, and placed his hand on the back of her hand outside the blanket.

As Yang Zhiyan slept, she felt cold. She moved closer to the heat source, but even a little bit, she was still cold, so she moved a little more.

Her body automatically sought warmth during her sleep.

Her face was pressed against his shoulder, and her hand rested on his chest.

She curled up next to him, squeezing herself into the warmest corner.

Qin Yuzheng slowly closed his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and her hair brushed against his chin, tickling him.

She found a comfortable position in his arms, her breathing became long and even again, and she fell asleep once more.

Qin Yuzheng closed his eyes and felt her heartbeat against his chest, one beat at a time.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains; it was a truly sunny day.

Yang Zhiyan was awakened by the heat. She was wrapped in someone's arms, and warmth enveloped her from all directions.

She opened her eyes groggily and saw a piece of light gray cotton fabric with a very fine texture.

Her face was pressed against something hard, but warm to the touch.

Her mind went blank. Where am I? What is this? Then it dawned on her.

Qin Yuzheng.

She was in his arms. On his bed. Under his blankets.

She suddenly looked up and almost bumped into Qin Yuzheng's chin.

Qin Yuzheng's eyes were closed, his breathing was long and even. He was still asleep.

Yang Zhiyan's heart was pounding like a drum. She carefully lifted his arm, which was draped over her waist, and gently placed it aside.

Then she moved to the edge of the bed. Her body emerged from under the covers.

Her feet touched the floor, which was cold, and her body remained in a side-lying position.

A hand reached out from behind her, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her back.

Yang Zhiyan was pulled backward, her back hitting a warm chest.

Qin Yuzheng buried his face in the back of her neck, his breath brushing against the skin behind her ear, tickling her.

His eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still deep and even; he was putting on such a convincing act.

"You're not asleep?" Yang Zhiyan's voice was muffled.

"Asleep," Qin Yuzheng's voice came from the back of her neck, muffled and hoarse from just waking up, "Awake."

Yang Zhiyan turned over in his arms, facing him and looking into his eyes.

His eyes weren't sleepy; they were bright, alert, and smiling.

"When did you wake up?"

"Four o'clock."

Yang Zhiyan glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was 4:43.

She pushed against his chest, trying to break free from his embrace, but he didn't budge. Compared to him, her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Let go, I need to get up."

Qin Yuzheng did not loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and her face pressed against his chest again.

His heartbeat came from his chest, steady and strong.

"Baby," his voice came from above her head, "I don't know when we'll be able to share a bed again."

Yang Zhiyan remained silent.

Qin Yuzheng looked down at the person in his arms. Her eyelashes were long, and when her eyes were closed, they looked like two small fans folded together.

Her nose is very straight. Her lips are pink and tender; I really want to kiss them.

I thought it was beautiful at first sight, and now I think it's even more beautiful.

He's been holding it in for almost an hour; he's been enduring it since he woke up at four o'clock.

I refrained from moving, from kissing her, and from doing anything that might wake her.

He felt the person in his arms move slightly; she nuzzled against his chest.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he felt the person in his arms slowly sliding down.

She raised her foot and kicked him.

Qin Yuzheng's laughter stopped abruptly. He jerked to the side, and Yang Zhiyan's foot grazed his inner thigh—just a hair's breadth away.

Qin Yuzheng glanced down at his genitals, then looked up at Yang Zhiyan.

"Baby, you can abuse me." His voice carried a weakness born of a near-death experience.

"But you can't murder your husband. This is your happiness for the rest of your life."