He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning's heart was pounding and her cheeks were burning from his teasing, but she still obediently nodded.

Seeing her obedient and well-behaved appearance, Wen Zhaoci's feelings deepened.

"Good girl."

He reached under the pillow, fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out an old, simple, thread-bound book with an elegant cover and an antique feel.

Sang Jiuning looked up curiously, her gaze falling on the unfamiliar booklet, and asked softly, "What kind of book is this?"

Wen Zhaoci ran his fingertips along the pages of the book, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, his voice low and alluring: "This is a book we'll be testing slowly later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and turned the page of the book.

Sang Jiuning curiously leaned closer to take a look, and in just one glance, her originally flushed cheeks turned bright red, and even her neck and ear tips were tinged with a burning crimson. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury herself in the blankets.

She was truly amazed.

In the novel, this is a private storybook that women in ancient times brought with their dowry when they got married. It is filled with tender and affectionate illustrations and texts. Every word, every picture, and every scene is a private matter of tenderness between husband and wife.

She never expected that Wen Zhaoci had prepared this in advance.

That night, the red candles burned brightly and never went out.

Wen Zhaoci was extremely patient, gently coaxing and cajoling him again and again.

Over the years of spending every day together, Sang Jiuning has been gradually molded by him.

Although her voice still carries a delicate, soft, broken sob when she is emotional, making her both charming and alluring, her physical strength is no longer as weak as it was at the beginning.

After several tender moments, although my body felt weak and hot, I was no longer so tired that I would fall asleep.

But Wen Zhaoci seemed to never tire.

Each ending was gently coaxed by him to become the beginning of the next.

After the last one, there is no end.

That night, they didn't use the small umbrella.

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the month following the wedding, Sang Jiuning truly experienced what sweet torment meant.

They moved into a small villa.

While other people's married life is leisurely, involving shopping and watching TV series, her daily married life is all about endless "physical labor."

After a month, she felt weak all over, and every time she woke up she was exhausted. She was too lazy to even lift her legs to walk. She really couldn't take it anymore.

A few days ago, she made an appointment with Tang Tongtong to go hiking in the back mountain of the city on the weekend to watch the sunrise.

Tang Tongtong is now her sister-in-law. The two were best friends before, and now that they are related by marriage, their relationship is even closer.

The two had been looking forward to this relaxing short trip for a long time, and wanted to take advantage of the cool weather to go hiking, enjoy the evening breeze, and watch the sunrise to relieve stress.

As the appointed day drew closer, Sang Jiuning looked at Wen Zhaoci, who seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and felt nothing but frustration.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the headboard, her soft hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a languid weariness.

She looked at the man who hadn't stopped moving and seemed tireless, and spoke in a soft voice with a hint of coquettish complaint.

"Honey, are you done yet?"

She really couldn't take it anymore; she was so tired that her eyelids were almost drooping, and she felt incredibly wronged.

"Your wife is exhausted, but I still want to go hiking."

Hearing Zhao Ci's voice, however, he acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, letting it go in one ear and out the other, completely absorbed in his own world, showing no intention of stopping at all.

Sang Jiuning sighed silently in her heart, mentally complaining: What is this man's energy made of? It's been several years already, and everyone says that men settle down in middle age, so how come he's getting more and more energetic?

After waiting for a long time, it was finally over.

A faint blush touched Wen Zhaoci's handsome and flamboyant face, and his usually aloof and restrained eyes were softened with a touch of warmth. His lips were moist and glossy, looking exceptionally alluring, and his whole being exuded a broken yet captivating youthful charm.

Sang Jiuning, supporting her limp body, quickly moved away from him, grabbed the pajamas from the bedside and put them on, then stepped back to create some distance.

She pouted, her face full of unhappiness, and continued to mutter pitifully, "You don't care about me at all."

"You promised me you would listen to me in everything and go along with my wishes."

"I just wanted to go hiking and watch the sunrise with my sister-in-law. We made plans a long time ago, but you insist on making me do this every day."

Wen Zhaoci looked up at her, her dark eyes were wet, her gaze innocent and pure, looking completely harmless, just like a well-behaved student who had been wronged.

He looked at the sulking little girl and said in a calm but serious tone, "It's not that I don't want you to go, it's that your brother-in-law won't let you go out."

Sang Jiuning was instantly stunned, blinking her clear eyes with a face full of confusion.

"Why won't my brother let my sister-in-law go?"

She really couldn't understand it. It was just climbing an ordinary mountain, not difficult or far, a completely relaxing activity. Why was her brother forbidding it?

Wen Zhaoci's thin lips curved slightly as he uttered a meaningful sentence, his tone light and airy: "Because she still has higher mountains to climb."

The moment the words left her mouth, Sang Jiuning's mind went blank, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She instantly understood the risqué joke in those words.

Sure enough! Not a single man is serious!

Whether it's her brother or Wen Zhaoci, they can't get that kind of thing out of their minds!

Sang Jiuning felt both angry and helpless, and mentally she was ranting and raving.

She couldn't take it anymore after only one month of marriage.

She used to be able to accept it, at most she would be a little tired the next day.

After the wedding, Wen Zhaoci seemed to have unlocked all her powers and became even more outrageous. She was so tired every day that her back ached, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms; she could barely get out of the door.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She puffed out her cheeks and shouted, "I don't care! You're sleeping on the floor tonight! No getting on the bed!"

Wen Zhaoci was stunned when she heard this.

He frowned slightly, his clear eyes filled with confusion, a genuine and heartfelt doubt.

He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully reviewing the entire evening's events.

The duration, intensity, and degree of his movements were exactly the same as usual; he even deliberately softened his movements, afraid of hurting her.

He thought about it over and over again, but he couldn't find where he had gone wrong.

Everything was exactly the same as before, so why did my wife suddenly get angry and want to make me sleep on the floor?

Wen Zhaoci felt flustered and completely lost her previous arrogance. She lowered her posture and admitted her mistake in a soft voice. Her obedient and apology was completely different from the clear-headed person she usually was.

"Wife, I was wrong."

"Can we not sleep on the floor? I can't sleep without holding you, I can't sleep soundly all night."

He had long been used to sleeping with her in his arms; without her soft body beside him, the emptiness would only keep him awake all night.

But this time, Sang Jiuning was determined and wouldn't back down, shaking her head with an exceptionally firm attitude.

"no."