First, then, love.

Shu Yao suddenly woke up.

She shoved his shoulder away abruptly, gasping for breath.

Her eyes were flushed with emotion, and her eyes were full of tears.

"He Zheng...no..."

Her voice trembled, tinged with panic.

"My cold isn't better yet...and..."

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"My period... started."

These words were like a bucket of ice water, poured directly onto the SWAT captain's burning desire.

He Zheng's movements suddenly froze.

The hand that had been hanging in mid-air abruptly stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the woman beneath him, who was as delicate as a fragile glass flower.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing.

My temples throbbed.

"Hold."

He forced out a rude curse through gritted teeth.

"I almost forgot."

The wild beast within him, clamoring to break free of its cage, was forcibly suppressed.

The feeling of being forced to brake is a hundred times more unpleasant than being shot at a shooting range.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He rolled over and got off her.

He lay on his back on the bed, panting heavily.

Looking at his frustrated and irritable appearance, Shu Yao felt a little guilty, but also found it somewhat amusing.

She pulled down her nightgown, which was rolled up to her chest, and shrank further into the covers.

"Is it my fault? Who told you to stay away for three days? I was freezing all night, and it came early."

She muttered softly, her voice sweet and coquettish.

He Zheng turned his head and glared at her fiercely.

"You still have the nerve to talk back?"

His voice was so hoarse it was irritating.

"Who taught you to sleep on the sofa in the middle of the night? You deserve to freeze to death."

They may yell fiercely, but their actions tell a different story.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled her, blanket and all, back into his arms.

Shu Yao was held tightly in his arms like a silkworm cocoon.

The man's burning body temperature wafted through the blankets.

It's very warm.

The lower abdomen that had been aching just moments before seemed to have been relieved quite a bit by the warmth.

He Zheng's hand, however, did not stay obediently outside.

He lifted a corner of the blanket.

His large hand naturally slipped inside her clothes.

"What are you doing..." Shu Yao was startled and tried to stop his hand.

"Don't move."

He Zheng gave a low shout and placed his large hand on her flat stomach.

His palms were burning hot, like a constant-temperature heating pad, pressed against her soft flesh, and he slowly massaged her in a clockwise direction.

Calluses rub against delicate skin.

At first, there was a rough, stinging sensation, but soon, the amazing heat penetrated the skin and reached deep into the cold uterus.

The cramping pain was gradually dispelled by the heat.

Shu Yao let out a comfortable sigh, and her tense body completely relaxed.

She snuggled against He Zheng like a cat, found the most comfortable spot, and closed her eyes.

"Was it too heavy?" He Zheng stared at the ceiling, his voice low.

"It's alright," Shu Yao replied vaguely, "your hands are too rough, like sandpaper."

"I'll just put up with it even if it's rough. I've never served anyone else before."

He Zheng snorted coldly, but subconsciously loosened his grip a little.

The two of them lay there like that.

No one spoke.

The bedroom was so quiet that the only sound was their breathing.

However, the SWAT team leader was no pushover.

Although he was mindful of her health and didn't go all the way, the lustful fire within him wasn't completely extinguished.

Especially when he looked at the woman in his arms, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom and who was obedient and gentle.

The image of that pretty boy holding an umbrella for her on the street corner that day kept replaying in her mind.

A strong sense of sourness and possessiveness welled up in my heart again.

He Zheng's hand was still resting on her lower abdomen, rubbing it.

But his head was lowered.

Shu Yao was enjoying the free massage service in a daze.

Suddenly I felt a warm, damp sensation on my neck.

Followed by.

A slight stinging sensation came over me.

"hiss……"

She opened her eyes and gasped.

He Zheng was biting her neck, and after he finished, he sucked on it forcefully.

"He Zheng...it hurts..."

Shu Yao reached out and pushed his head.

A man is like a mountain, unmoving.

"Bear with it."

He mumbled two words and continued his assault on that patch of fair skin.

A deep purple strawberry mark instantly bloomed on her swan-like neck.

shocking.

But it's not over yet.

He Zheng was like an insatiable robber.

Following her neck down.

Collarbone, shoulder.

They didn't miss any part of the clothing that was exposed.

The stubble grazed her skin, causing a burning pain and an uncontrollable tremor.

He used a vile method to leave countless marks on her body.

She declared that she was He Zheng's woman.

A bunch of naive kids.

Nobody should even think about coveting it.

Are you born in the Year of the Dog?

Shu Yao was furious and reached out to pinch his strong shoulder hard.

"How am I supposed to go to work at the arts center the day after tomorrow after you've done this to me!"

He Zheng finally raised his head.

Looking at his masterpiece, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He licked his lips, like a bandit who had eaten and wiped out his prey.

"Then wear a turtleneck and wrap your scarf tightly around yourself."

He confidently offered a solution.

"I just want to stamp this so that Gu Jinzhi can see it and see if he dares to hold an umbrella for you again."

The strong smell of vinegar is so sour it can make your teeth ache.

Shu Yao rolled her eyes in anger.

"I've already told you, I have nothing to do with him! Why are you being so petty?"

"I am petty," He Zheng sneered. "If anyone else even glances at my woman, I'll want to gouge their eyes out."

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a laugh.

"He Zheng".

"what."

"The steak is all ruined on the floor, and the flowers I bought are broken too," she began to settle scores, her tone sweet and coquettish.

He Zheng paused for a moment while rubbing her stomach.

"I'll buy you a cow tomorrow, and we'll bring it downstairs to slaughter it right now," he replied with great bravado.

"I don't want beef! I want steak!"

"Okay, buy the most expensive one."

"And flowers."

"How about we buy the whole flower shop?"

"I don't want a florist, I just want tuberoses, you have to make it up to me."

He Zheng looked down at her, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"Okay, I'll personally go to the flower market tomorrow to pick one out for you. Are you satisfied?"

Shu Yao finally smiled with satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

The two of them continued their banter in a casual, off-the-cuff manner.

He Zheng's hands never stopped.

The warmth of her palms continuously warmed her cold body.

I spent most of the night tossing and turning.

The fatigue from the initial recovery from a high fever, coupled with the weakness of menstruation, made Shu Yao's eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

Finally, she fell into a deep sleep to the sound of the man's steady heartbeat.