Slow to mature after marriage

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the bed.

Mu Siwan opened her eyes.

Before she could fully regain her senses, the first thing she felt was the heavy weight on her body—the man's arm was around her waist, encircling her completely in his embrace.

Perfectly fitted.

Her back was pressed against his chest, with no obstruction between them, and she could even feel the warmth and movement there. His chin rested on the top of her head, his breathing steady, each breath landing on her scalp.

Mu Siwan remained frozen, not moving.

She tilted her head slightly to look at his face.

The morning light fell on his profile, deepening his features. His eyelashes drooped quietly, casting a small shadow beneath his eyelids. His nose was high and straight, his thin lips slightly pursed; his sleeping face held less of that aloofness and more…

She thought for a long time but could only find one word.

handsome.

Most people wake up in the morning with their faces swollen like a corpse that has been soaking in water for three days.

But thin inkstones... seem to be completely absent.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Then I silently recited those three principles to myself.

We won't discuss feelings. We won't interfere with each other's lives. We'll treat each other with the utmost respect.

Even after I finished reading it, my heart was still racing.

She read it again.

After repeating it three times, I finally managed to suppress the palpitation.

Mu Siwan gently lifted his hand and moved it outward little by little.

She had barely moved an inch when the hand suddenly tightened and pulled her back.

Her back pressed against the man's chest again.

"Sleep a little longer." Bo Yan's voice came from above, low and husky, with the languor of someone just waking up.

She froze.

"I... still have to go to work."

"I'll take you." He didn't open his eyes, his head resting on the back of her neck. "Sleep for another twenty minutes."

Mu Siwan shook her head.

"If you still want to sleep, I can go by myself, or I can have Uncle Wang take you."

Uncle Wang is Mu Yanyuan's driver. These past few days, Bo Yan has been driving her to and from get off work every day, and Uncle Wang is so bored he's practically growing weeds on his head.

"no."

He closed his eyes and tightened his arms around him.

"Sleep a little longer."

"……how long?"

Five minutes.

For the first time, Mu Siwan felt that five minutes could feel so long.

His breath fell on her neck, warm and steady. His chest pressed against her back, and she could feel his heartbeat there, as fast as hers. His arm was across her waist, carrying an undeniable weight.

She stared at the light streaming through the gap in the curtains, counting down the seconds.

Finally, five minutes have passed.

She felt as if she had been granted a pardon and gently nudged his arm.

"Okay, that's enough."

Bo Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is the woman's bright red ears.

He stared at that red dot for two seconds.

Then it lowered its head and bit down.

"Thin inkstone—"

Her voice caught in her throat. He took her earlobe in his mouth and gently rubbed it, the tingling sensation shooting from the base of her ear to the back of her neck, making her feel weak all over.

He loosened his grip, stepped back slightly, and looked at her.

Those eyes held the languidness of someone just waking up, and a hint of triumphant smile.

Good morning, forensic pathologist.

-

Aunt Chen was preparing breakfast early in the morning when she discovered a truly shocking event.

The wife seems angry.

That face wasn't expressionless as usual; instead, it was clearly hard to believe. His lips were pursed, his brows were furrowed, and the air of displeasure emanating from him was so thick it almost seemed to overflow.

On the contrary, the gentleman looked radiant, and upon closer inspection, one could see a hint of undisguised smugness in his eyes.

Bo Yan walked to the dining table, glanced at it, and slowly spoke.

"Aunt Chen, prepare Madam's favorite pumpkin porridge, two custard buns, and a fried dough stick. Pack them up so Madam can eat them on the way."

Aunt Chen responded and looked at him again.

"Then, sir, your..."

"I don't need mine yet." Bo Yan sat down in the chair, his tone casual. "I'll come back to eat after I drop my wife off at work."

Mu Siwan spoke expressionlessly.

"I don't want you to deliver it, I want Uncle Wang to deliver it."

Bo Yan glanced at her but didn't reply.

"Pack it up first."

"……good."

Aunt Chen went into the kitchen, completely bewildered.

-

Mu Siwan went to work, and in the end, Bo Yan drove her there.

She walked to the door and glanced at the parking space as usual—Uncle Wang's black minivan was not there.

Bo Yan's car was parked in the same spot as always.

She paused.

Bo Yan leaned against the car door, hands in his pockets, looking innocent.

"Uncle Wang took the day off today, saying there were some things to take care of at home," he said slowly. "Get in the car."

-

The car was parked in front of the appraisal center.

Mu Siwan sat in the passenger seat, her ears still burning. The spot where she had been bitten had been tingling with numbness since morning, and it just wouldn't go away.

Bo Yan turned off the stove and turned his head to look at her.

They looked at it like it was something rare and precious.

"Are you really angry?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Did it hurt?"

Mu Siwan pursed her lips.

It didn't hurt when I bit it.

But the pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, perfectly positioned between "pain" and "itch." It took her in its mouth, gently rubbing, and that tingling sensation shot from her earlobe to her back, making her feel completely weak.

Mu Siwan couldn't quite describe the feeling.

All I know is that thinking about it now makes my ears burn even hotter.

She couldn't understand her own feelings.

In short, she didn't want to see Bo Yan for the time being.

So Mu Siwan gave him a cool profile and got out of the car with her cane.

He didn't turn around.

I walked in step by step, my back ramrod straight.

Bo Yan sat in the car, watching the limping figure disappear behind the door.

Then he lay on the steering wheel, laughing uncontrollably.

Seriously, she's kind of cute when she's angry.

Suddenly, the scene from last night flashed through her mind—her fingertips tracing the snake pattern on his back, her voice trembling as she said, "Satisfied."

Rounding down.

She was very satisfied with her husband.

He leaned on the steering wheel and chuckled again.

After laughing enough, he straightened up, started the car, and turned around to leave.

-

Appraisal Center.

Xiao Qin leaned closer, her gaze sweeping over Mu Siwan's face before settling on her ear.

The bite mark was exceptionally clear under the fluorescent light.

Xiao Qin squinted. As a forensic doctor, she certainly knew what caused these marks.

"Oh, Master," she deliberately lowered her voice, her tone teasing, "what happened to your ear? Did something bite it?"

Mu Siwan stared at the documents in her hand without looking up.

"By a strange, inexplicable snake."

cockatrice.

A strange snake that doesn't follow any rules.

It randomly kisses, hugs, and bites people.

She's sitting here now, her mind a mess, her ears still burning.

Xiao Qin was laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking.

"A strange snake? What kind of strange snake is it? How could it make Master so happy after biting him?"

Mu Siwan glanced at her.

"Which eye of yours saw that I was in a good mood?"

Xiao Qin pointed to her ear.

"It's red here."

Mu Siwan looked away and continued processing the documents.

He didn't say anything more.

But the redness on her ears just wouldn't fade.