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

This was the first time Shang Hanzhou had eaten instant noodles.

It was a very strange taste, one he had never experienced before.

The noodles weren't particularly outstanding; the hot water wasn't too hot, so the noodles weren't soaked until they were very soft. Surprisingly, the soup had an unexpectedly good texture.

At first, he didn't want to eat it, but Cen hope encouraged him to try it.

Trusting his wife, he frowned, lowered his head, and took a sip.

Then... without changing his expression, he lowered his head and drank again.

The last bowl of soup was almost completely drunk.

Seeing this, Cen hope knew that the law that no one can escape the temptation of instant noodle soup had come into play again.

She forced herself to keep from laughing out loud.

After finishing the instant noodles, Cen hope found a toothbrush at home and pushed him to the bathroom.

She wasn't sure if Shang Hanzhou had ever used this kind of water heater before, since the sensor-activated water heater at Jingtang Garden was clearly different from the one here.

The water is almost boiled.

She taught him carefully once, and Shang Hanzhou listened attentively.

Only after confirming that he understood did he finally leave.

Shang Hanzhou finished washing up quickly, coming out in about ten minutes. Cen hope was already drowsy on the bed and didn't even know when he entered the bedroom.

Since I didn't bring a suitcase, everything I had on me was new clothes I borrowed from Jiang Zheng.

The clothes fit quite well.

Shang Hanzhou walked in, drying his wet hair.

A bedside lamp was on in the bedroom. Cen hope was asleep on the bed, but her phone was still playing the surgery video on a loop.

He paused briefly, walked over, and took the phone from her hand, placing it on the desk beside her.

On the clean and tidy table, there were some photos.

There are solo photos of her, photos of her and Jiang Zheng together, and photos of their family of four.

By the dim light of the bedside lamp, he lowered his eyes and read silently.

From childhood to adulthood, her facial features have not changed much. However, when she was a child, you could see that her cheeks were still chubby, but now her features are more refined and aloof.

My gaze lingered on the photo of her and Jiang Zheng.

Both siblings looked at the camera, and in every photo with Jiang Zheng, she had a smile on her face.

It's clear that she really likes this older brother.

He subtly tightened his grip on the photo frame, and as he put it back in its place, he turned the photo away from him.

The noise was a little loud, and the person sleeping in the bed opened their eyes when they heard the picture frame fall to the ground.

Cen hope vaguely saw a tall, slender man standing in front of her bed.

The style of the clothes looks somewhat familiar.

She paused for two seconds, then instinctively uttered, "Brother..."

Shang Hanzhou froze, his sharp brows suddenly furrowing dangerously.

"What did you call me?"

Cen hope raised her hand to rub her eyes. She didn't even need to look anymore; just hearing his voice was enough to fully wake her up.

You misread it.

It wasn't Jiang Zheng, it was Shang Hanzhou.

She pulled the blanket over herself, looking embarrassed. "I mistook you for someone else."

A faint sound came from under the blanket.

It's all because of the clothes he was wearing; they were the same styles that Jiang Zheng usually wears.

next second.

A large, bony hand yanked off the blanket covering her head, her chin was grabbed and lifted, and a fierce kiss pressed down on her face without any reason.

My lips were sore from being sucked, and the back of my tongue went numb as well.

Cen hope felt like her brain was about to run out of oxygen.

Her chest heaved violently, her eyes were red, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Look carefully, see who I am."

The man's low, hoarse voice, tinged with panting, escaped from between his lips.

Cen Xizhen knew she was wrong, and she whispered helplessly, "Shang...Shang Hanzhou..."

He didn't stop kissing her.

His hot, thin lips lingered on her swollen, red lips. Cen hope curled up unconsciously. The water droplets on the man's short black hair were not completely wiped away and rolled down the ends of his hair.

It dripped onto her skin.

He cleaned her up with kisses and licks, and Cen hope couldn't stop trembling.

"Recognize again."

For the first time, he became unabashedly assertive in front of her.

Cen hope was speechless. He was Shang Hanzhou; she hadn't mistaken him for someone else.

His burning palms gripped her waist, rendering her immobile. She didn't know how long she'd been kissed, but Cen hope finally managed to utter two more words through choked sobs: "Husband...husband..."

The intensity of his kisses and bites eased slightly at that moment.

Shang Hanzhou took a deep breath and finally responded.

"Yes, it's me."

After all that commotion, my sleepiness was completely gone.

Shang Hanzhou sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to dry his short, wet hair, while Cen hope hid under the covers, rearranging her folded pajamas. Neither of them spoke.

The narrow bedroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Cen hope closed her eyes, feeling both angry and confused.

She didn't do it on purpose; she genuinely misread it by accident, and she explained it to him very seriously.

Why did he suddenly get so angry?

My dear, you're so fierce.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she rolled into the innermost part of the bed and wrapped herself up in the blanket.

Cen hope rarely showed her emotions like this.

I'm genuinely angry now.

Shang Hanzhou glanced out of the corner of his eye at the little bundle of people huddled in the corner, fast asleep against the wall.

I don't know why.

He actually found it somewhat cute.

The restlessness that had been swirling in my chest seemed to be completely cleared away in an instant.

My hair is almost dry.

He hung the towel to dry, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

The blankets were all rolled up around Cen hope.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and the cold air was blowing directly at the bed. Shang Hanzhou coughed softly.

The lump that was sleeping against the wall stirred.

Shang Hanzhou kept his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of her movements, and continued to cough occasionally.

A soft sigh was heard.

Cen hope took out half of the rolled-up blanket, without even looking at him, and threw it over, barely covering his stomach.

Just don't catch a cold.

A large hand seized her hand, and she was pulled around the waist, her back nestled in a hot embrace.

"sorry."

The warm breath sprayed onto my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

For the first time, not because of sex, the two of them were so close together.

Cen hope swallowed hard, momentarily lost in thought.

Did I hurt you?

He asked her in a low voice.

The bedroom was poorly soundproofed, so all sounds were suppressed to a very low level, audible only to the two of them.

The air conditioning was clearly turned up very high.

Cen hope suddenly felt an unprecedented heat. She had never been with Shang Hanzhou like this before, and a subtle ambiguity was growing in the room.

A soothing kiss landed on her ear, then slowly moved across her cheek, as if he were apologizing to her in this way.

"How about we kiss like this from now on?"

"Full of it."