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

A faint scent of alcohol wafted through his breath, mixed with his distinctive bergamot aroma, and it wasn't unpleasant.

Cen hope's heart even fluttered slightly because of this.

She leaned back unconsciously, but there was only the back of the sofa behind her, and she had nowhere left to retreat.

The man's dark eyes remained fixed on her, her mind blank. How could she tell him that he was the one who made her write those love letters?

They should have never known each other before they got their marriage certificate.

Her lips moved in a gentle curve.

Cen hope looked away and mumbled, "I don't remember..."

This is her deepest, most profound secret.

She dared not speak it out easily, especially when facing him, the person involved.

How could she not remember? Her evasive eyes clearly indicated that she remembered it very well.

Shang Hanzhou slowly calmed down. At this moment, he should be magnanimous and pretend that nothing had happened. Anyway, it was all in the past. Even if Cen hope liked him a lot in the past, she was now only his wife.

But he discovered that he simply couldn't do it.

His Adam's apple bobbed down from top to bottom.

He remained silent, his rough tiger's mouth pressing against the woman's delicate chin.

He kissed her forcefully with his thin lips.

"Well……"

Cen hope's head was spinning from the kiss, but his remaining consciousness still remembered the hangover soup he hadn't drunk, and he mumbled the words "hangover soup" under his breath.

Shang Hanzhou ignored it.

Ok.

Perhaps he really drank a bit too much tonight.

Everything is spiraling out of control.

The chandelier above her head swayed dreamily. Cen hope's cheeks were pressed against the soft pillow, and crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Shang Hanzhou was only a few centimeters above her.

Body temperature intertwined.

He sometimes called her Manman.

Sometimes she is called Cen hope.

Or it could be Xixi.

Cen hope's mind was even more confused by his calling. He grabbed her slender arm, letting her put her arm around his shoulder, and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"

How should she call him?

Cen hope's fair face was flushed, and her lower lip had faint teeth marks from being bitten.

Shang Hanzhou's fingertips traced her crimson lips, causing her to part her teeth; he wanted to hear her voice.

"Shang...Hanzhou..."

She called out intermittently.

Shang Hanzhou was not satisfied, his voice growing even lower and hoarse: "You called me,"

He paused, a barely perceptible emotion flickering in his dark eyes.

A few seconds later, the voice in his throat became even lower.

"Brother Hanzhou," he said.

Cen hope couldn't bring herself to say it.

Although Shang Hanzhou is indeed five years older than her.

Calling him "brother" at this time feels really awkward.

"don't want……"

She wanted to refuse.

Shang Hanzhou tightened his grip on her soft waist, and Cen hope's face suddenly turned red, her neck also turning bright red.

She gripped his strong arm, and those three words finally escaped her lips, trembling.

"...Brother Hanzhou."

The last syllable of the word rises slightly at the end, unconsciously carrying a coquettish tone.

Shang Hanzhou closed his eyes.

Uncontrollable breathing sounds escaped from his throat.

……

The next day.

The group's scheduled skiing time, originally set for 10 a.m., was postponed to 1 p.m.

Cen hope didn't wake up until 11 o'clock.

She wasn't quite used to the intense heat of his body pressed against her back.

How come I remember when they first started sleeping together, there was a clear boundary between them, and neither of them would cross it?

I don't know when it started.

That dividing line has long been erased.

Last night was their craziest night together; Shang Hanzhou seemed like a completely different person.

In the end, Cen hope even became a little afraid of him.

With her throat so dry it felt like it was on fire, Cen Xi quickly removed the hand that was wrapped around her waist, crouched down, picked up the clothes that had been tossed aside, put them on neatly, and ran off the bed.

We arrived at the bathroom.

When he looked in the mirror, he was stunned for a long time, hardly believing that the person in the mirror was himself.

This is what happens when you stay up too late!

My eyelids are swollen.

Needless to say, her face was also severely swollen, and the marks on her neck were even more unsightly.

Cen hope took a soft breath.

Fortunately, the ski suit covered me up completely, so these marks were not visible at all; otherwise, I would have used half of my concealer today.

Outside the semi-frosted bathroom door.

The tall, slender man leaned back lazily, and Shang Hanzhou also woke up.

He stood shirtless on the island counter, filling two glasses with warm water, one for Cen hope.

When Cen hope came out, all she saw was his broad back, which was covered with the red marks she had left behind.

She stopped abruptly and turned her head away shyly.

He wasn't much better last night.

She covered her face, not wanting him to see it; her face was really swollen.

"Drink water."

A cold voice sounded behind her, and Cen hope had no choice but to back away, obediently taking the water glass from his hand and taking a small sip.

She suddenly remembered it again.

Shang Hanzhou actually woke up this late just like her today.

Even if he works late, he always wakes up at 7 a.m. the next day without fail.

She took another sip from her cup, pondered for a moment, and then, biting the rim of the cup, said, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"explain."

Shang Hanzhou stood beside her.

"I think twice a week will be enough for us from now on."

She's a doctor, so she knows best that too much of this kind of stuff can harm the body.

I used to think that Shang Hanzhou was a cold and restrained person, but judging from his behavior last night, he was quite the opposite.

The lighting on the central island was somewhat dim.

Shang Hanzhou put down his water glass, the sound of the glass hitting the marble countertop crisp and clear.

He only thought for two seconds before refusing.

"This won't do, it's too full."

Cen hope's mouth opened slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

He actually refused.

This seemed to be the first time he had rejected her since returning from Germany.

The man said slowly in a deep voice, "I enjoy doing this with you. Twice a week is too little; it's not good for our sex life."

"..."

He spoke with a very serious expression.

Cen hope blushed slowly.

Shang Hanzhou: "Manman, we need to cultivate our relationship."

Whether it's mental or physical.

He wants her, but she can only get used to being alone with him.

Cen hope bit her lip, still trying to resist: "Then how many times a week do you want?"

Five times.

But there are only seven days in a week.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Cen hope shook her head seriously: "No, that's too much."

Shang Hanzhou remained silent, his deep eyes gazing at her quietly.

"..."

Cen hope slowly shifted her gaze to the other side and said, "Then let's each compromise and do it four times a week."

"it is good."

He agreed readily.

Cen hope was stunned, feeling as if he had been deceived.

Maybe if we persevere a little longer, three times a week would be fine.

"Last night doesn't count."

Shang Hanzhou added another sentence.

Cen hope was genuinely angry now.

Even capitalists don't exploit people like this!

He went too far!

Then what about all her hard work last night?

We arrived at the ski resort.