Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

My cold isn't completely gone, only the fever has subsided.

When the man's thin lips approached, Cen hope subconsciously turned her face to the side, and his kiss missed, brushing against her cheek instead.

Shang Hanzhou pressed his tiger's mouth against her chin, and in the darkness, she looked directly into his eyes.

The light from the table lamp fell on his face this time.

Her cold, sharp features were sharply defined, and her deep brown eyes reflected only her image.

The two haven't been intimate for quite some time.

He swallowed hard and leaned in again.

Cen hope still wanted to hide.

"My cold isn't better..."

She stammered.

Ranbao wanted to kiss me just now, but I didn't let her.

Shang Hanzhou scoffed, "What's so special about that?"

His strong arms still held her waist tightly, forcing her to sit on the solid wood desk where he often worked, the cool touch seeping into her skin through the fabric.

Cen hope's heart was pounding wildly, her slender arm hanging loosely on his shoulder.

He put his arm around her and pulled her a couple of inches closer to him.

Cen hope's clean-cut face was even more noticeably flushed.

The man pressed his pale, cold fingertips against her warm cheek and kissed her.

This time, she didn't dodge.

It's been too long since we kissed.

He kissed her somewhat hastily, biting her lips and refusing to let go.

As he approached her step by step, Cen hope involuntarily stepped back, but Shang Hanzhou tightened his grip and pulled her into his arms again.

His large hands held her slender waist.

She could no longer move.

He finally loosened his grip a little when his lips and tongue were almost numb from kissing.

Cen hope was able to catch his breath.

Their foreheads touched.

Shang Hanzhou pulled her into his arms, the aroma of cream cake filling the air.

Cen hope's hair was also messy. She licked her wet lips and said in a disordered tone, "...Eat the cake first."

She pushed him away and jumped off the table.

My legs felt weak, and I almost lost my balance and fell.

Fortunately, Shang Hanzhou reached out and supported her waist in time.

"Manman, sit on my lap and eat."

He said in a low voice.

"..."

The cake was on the table, and Cen Xi shook her head, trying to appear calm. "No."

She wanted to eat in the boss's chair where he usually worked.

The wiring in Jingtang Garden has not yet been restored, and the only light in the entire study is still the desk lamp.

She said she wanted to sit in that chair, and Shang Hanzhou didn't object, letting her sit down.

This is much more comfortable than the office chairs in the hospital.

As soon as she sat down, Cen hope couldn't help but swing her legs and twist them from side to side.

Seeing her liking it, Shang Hanzhou smiled faintly: "It's yours."

She cupped her face in her hands, and her usually aloof demeanor revealed a rare childlike innocence as she asked, "Mr. Shang, is this my birthday present?"

He raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Manman, do you really think I'm that petty?"

That's not it.

Cen hope didn't say anything more and accepted the chair he gave her.

The candles have been lit.

The orange-red flames flickered in her pupils, and tears welled up in Cen hope's eyes.

Everything I never dared to imagine before.

At this moment, it all became a real scene.

She nervously made a wish.

"I hope that when Shang Hanzhou wakes up tomorrow morning, he will still like Cen hope very much."

She worried that it was all just a dream, and that the dream would end when the sun rose tomorrow.

Shang Hanzhou stood beside her and reached out to touch the top of her fluffy hair.

"Not just tomorrow."

She looked up at him.

He casually dabbed some cream on her face, and Cen hope was slightly taken aback.

I never expected that Shang Hanzhou would do something so childish.

"Full of life, every single day."

He told her not to worry about gains and losses.

The sweet aroma of cream lingered in their breaths, and Cen hope took the opportunity to smear some cream on his high nose bridge, pretending to be serious as she threatened him, "Don't rub it on."

Shang Hanzhou's brows and eyes relaxed.

"Yes, it's your decision."

He has an unusually good temper.

Cen hope felt a little guilty. Had she been too harsh on him?

"Never mind, maybe we should..."

Before she could finish speaking, she raised her hand to wipe the cream off his nose, but her wrist was caught precisely.

The man leaned down and pressed down on him.

She leaned back in her chair, and he held her in his arms.

A barrage of kisses rained down on him.

In her dazed state from being kissed, Cen hope suddenly remembered something.

She hasn't replied to Jiang Zheng's message yet.

Her hand was being gripped tightly, and she could only sob, "Jiang Zheng hasn't replied to my messages..."

I've heard that name again.

Shang Hanzhou's brows furrowed slowly.

"Who are you calling?"

A sense of danger is spreading.

Cen hope felt a strange sense of dread, realizing that he seemed to dislike Jiang Zheng very much.

Why does he always call Jiang Zheng "brother" whenever they meet?

She couldn't figure it out.

He shook his head from side to side. "It's nothing."

At this point, it's best not to mention Jiang Zheng.

Shang Hanzhou lowered his hand and used his other hand to protect the back of her head, and the two of them lay down on the chair.

Cen hope longed to curl up in his arms.

She never imagined that the chair would have this function.

The chairs and desk in the study...

Even the sofa has found new uses tonight.

When I returned to the bedroom.

Cen hope had lost count of how many times this had happened.

She nestled in his arms, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Who would have thought that in the past, even when they were lying on the same bed, there would still be a large distance between them?

Shang Hanzhou patted her back gently and chuckled softly.