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

Cen hope stopped with him, but unexpectedly, she heard him praising her.

She was a little embarrassed and pursed her pink lips slightly.

"Then I'll try to drive more steadily next time."

Shang Hanzhou chuckled softly, "Alright."

He led her forward.

Only then did Cen hope realize that her hand was being held in his palm. The cold metal surface of the elevator reflected the two figures standing together, one tall and one short.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew across her flowing skirt and brushed against his suit trousers, causing Cen hope's heart to pound in rhythm with the swaying of her skirt.

"What are you thinking about?"

The elevator doors opened, and seeing her still standing at the door, he turned his head and asked a question.

Cen hope then snapped out of her wandering thoughts, took a step, and walked over with a smile.

I won't tell you.

The door closed, and her words reached his ears. Shang Hanzhou was taken aback for a moment, his dark gaze fixed on the girl's smiling lips. For some reason, his heart felt a slight itch.

When changing shoes upon entering.

Cen hope suddenly remembered something very important.

Shang Hanzhou's wound was still scabbing over, so he shouldn't be drinking alcohol.

How could she forget this?

She patted her forehead, looking regretful, and hurriedly grabbed his arm, pushing him towards the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

Shang Hanzhou casually tugged at his tie, not understanding what she meant.

Did he smell of alcohol?

He lowered his head and sniffed it, taking only a sip or two. Logically, there shouldn't be any smell of alcohol.

Cen hope turned on the bathroom light, the overhead fluorescent light was bright. She frowned and said, "You should check the wound on your leg right away. It was my negligence. I forgot that you can't drink alcohol because of your injury."

So that's why.

Shang Hanzhou smiled relaxedly, his expression slightly nonchalant. "It's nothing."

It means to tell her not to be nervous.

Cen hope, being a doctor, never joked about such things. She kept a straight face and stared at him intently.

"..."

The two faced off for half a second.

In the end, Shang Hanzhou backed down.

He swallowed hard, his neck drooped, and his long, slender, pale fingers rested on his waistband as he began to unbuckle his belt.

The sound of a metal buckle loosening could be heard.

Cen hope watched as he took off his pants in front of her, revealing a pair of strong, powerful legs standing before her. Cen hope's brows remained furrowed as she half-squatted down and stared intently at the wound on his thigh.

It's much better than before. The wound has indeed scabbed over, and there's no redness or oozing. He didn't drink much tonight, so there's nothing to worry about.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"fine."

She stood up again and looked up at him.

The man's eyes, however, were as deep as whirlpools, silently reflecting her image.

Cen hope's heart skipped a beat.

I belatedly realized that the current scene was a bit unusual.

"Feel sorry!"

She immediately turned around and hurriedly walked out of the bathroom. "Put your pants on."

Although they had cut off his pants to treat his wound before, it was in the hospital at the time, and they were just doctor and patient.

But now I'm at home.

There's always something slightly different.

A tightness gripped her chest, and Cen hope quickened her pace, only to have a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her into someone's embrace.

Shang Hanzhou's voice was hoarse, "Dr. Cen, shouldn't you take full responsibility?"

The warm breath sprayed against her earlobe, and Cen hope couldn't help but shrink her shoulders.

She swallowed hard and stammered, "...I've already been very responsible."

They checked his wounds and confirmed that there was nothing wrong.

"Not enough."

He put one arm around her waist, lifted her up and placed her on the marble countertop next to the sink. His burning hot hand slipped inside her soft skirt and cupped her thigh, pulling her close to him.

Cen hope's mind went blank for a moment.

Just as the man's thin lips were about to kiss her.

She abruptly turned her head away.

Shang Hanzhou only kissed her soft right cheek.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

She licked her lips and explained, "...You always kiss me so hard it hurts."

They didn't actually kiss each other very often.

But every time he would kiss her for a long time, until his lips were numb, he still wouldn't let go.

Cen hope was finding it a bit overwhelming.

"Feel sorry."

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly, and asked her, "You like gentle women?"

"..."

Cen hope's throat was dry, making it difficult for her to speak.

She nodded vaguely.

Shang Hanzhou let out a slight smile, "Okay, I was too fierce before."

He admitted his mistake too quickly.

Cen hope's eyelashes trembled as she slowly closed her eyes, as if to express her apology for avoiding him earlier. She lightly and quickly kissed the corner of his lips, then pulled away again a second later.

Shang Hanzhou's gaze suddenly darkened, and he grabbed her leg, pulling her even closer to his chest until they were almost completely sealed together.

This time, he placed his hand on the back of her head, his rough fingertips gently caressing her delicate skin, and a tender kiss landed on her lips.

"Is this okay?"

He asked in a low voice.

Prioritize her feelings.

Cen hope's heart was pounding so hard that it felt more like torture as he gently rubbed her lips together.

She couldn't speak, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was weak.

"Yes...yes."

Shang Hanzhou smiled faintly.

"So this is what you like."

……

The fox doll has been taken back to Jingtang Garden.

Cen hope habitually hugs her doll when she sleeps. The master bedroom, the bridal suite, is spacious, and she only occupies a small area on the large bed.

Due to work commitments, Cen hope goes to bed early every night unless she has to work overtime unexpectedly.

I was delayed in the bathroom today and went to bed an hour later than usual.

I fell asleep almost the moment my head hit the bed.

Shang Hanzhou did not fall asleep at the same time as her.

He went to the study to handle some work, and when he returned to the bedroom, Cen hope was already asleep. The two of them had a very clear division of positions on the bed, so neither of them would disturb the other.

He stood by the bed and quietly watched her sleeping posture for a while. The girl was holding her doll properly and didn't move much.

Just like her, she never oversteps the bounds.

He lowered his eyes, walked to the other side, lifted the blanket and lay down, trying not to disturb her.

I'm just thinking about it.

The feeling of kissing her seemed to be even more enjoyable to him than he had imagined.

……

The next morning.

Cen hope overslept by ten minutes. The moment she saw the time, she was so startled that she sat up in bed and hurriedly threw off the covers and slipped on her slippers to go to the bathroom.

After quickly washing up, I grabbed a bag and headed out.

"Madam, aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

Aunt Fang had already prepared breakfast, and Cen hope waved her hand, saying that she didn't need it, but another deep voice spoke up first, "I'll take you."

Shang Hanzhou got up more than half an hour earlier than her.

He put down his coffee and stood up.

Cen hope wanted to tell him not to bother, but then she realized that if she took a taxi at this hour, she would really be late.

The refusal that was about to be uttered turned into a simple "Thank you for your trouble."

Shang Hanzhou didn't respond to her words, but instead had Aunt Fang quickly pack a breakfast for her.

"Madam, take this to eat on the way. It's not good for your stomach if you don't eat something in the morning."

Cen hope is a doctor, so she definitely knows more about this than she does.

Cen hope had no choice but to accept it, saying, "Thank you, Aunt Fang."

"It's alright."

The elevator arrived at that moment, and Shang Hanzhou went in first, holding the elevator door open for her.

Cen hope followed, carrying the steamed buns.

Last night, a thin scratch appeared on the Maybach, and this morning the driver took it away for maintenance. Shang Hanzhou drove another black Bentley instead.

The first place he went to after returning from Germany was her hospital.

Cen hope didn't need to give him directions; he already knew.

While he was driving, she sat in her seat and ate a steamed bun.

She ate slowly, and just as she finished the two meat buns, the black Bentley stopped at a red light one intersection away from the hospital.

Cen hope quickly said, "You can just put me down here."

Driving this car to the hospital would be too high-profile.