First, then, love.

He Zheng snorted coldly and snatched the box from his hand.

He took out a thin platinum chain and sat down on the coffee table with an air of authority.

With his legs spread apart, his tall body leaned forward, and he grabbed Shu Yao's right hand, which was wrapped in gauze. His movements were a little stiff, and he exerted force with his wrist, afraid that he might accidentally hurt her.

The platinum chain is too thin, and the spring clasp is pitifully small.

He Zheng was faced with a tattered buckle that was smaller than a mung bean.

Like Zhang Fei wielding a needle, he got into a fierce battle with it.

Rough fingertips pinched the tiny metal clasp, but couldn't open it no matter what they tried.

It's pressed open, but it won't fit into that tiny ring.

After trying for ages, sweat beading on my forehead, I still couldn't get it on.

Shu Yao sat on the sofa, watching his frustrated and irritable expression.

The previously empty gaze finally found focus.

The panic in his heart was forcefully dispelled by his clumsy movements.

She couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

"Are you sure you can handle this, Captain He?" she mocked him, her voice thick with nasal tone and slightly hoarse.

"Shut up."

He Zheng's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "I've never done such womanly work in my life. What kind of lousy design is this?"

He grumbled and cursed, but he didn't dare to use any force with his hands, still carefully pinching the object.

Two more minutes passed.

A soft "click" sounded.

It's finally buttoned up.

He Zheng let out a long breath, feeling relieved, even more tired than after running ten kilometers with a heavy load.

He let go.

The deep blue sapphire, covered with white sterile gauze, contrasted beautifully with her pale, slender wrist.

It has a strange, broken, and glaring beauty.

Shu Yao raised her hand and looked at it in front of her eyes.

The gemstones refracted a cool light in the sunlight, which complemented her skin tone perfectly.

"Is it pretty?" He Zheng stared at her face and asked stiffly, his eyes darting away unnaturally.

"It's alright."

Shu Yao pouted, deliberately giving him a cold look, "Barely passable, far inferior to my haute couture jewelry."

He Zheng scoffed.

I didn't argue with her.

The fact that she can still insult people means that her soul has completely returned.

That chain, costing tens of thousands of yuan, was worth it to distract her.

"Alright, go back to your room and lie down," He Zheng stood up, not giving her a chance to look at the balcony any longer. "I'll go heat up the porridge."

He bent down, picked her up again, and carried her directly back to the master bedroom.

He tucked himself into the blankets, making sure the corners were completely covered.

"Close your eyes and rest."

After leaving those four words, He Zheng turned and went to the kitchen.

The bedroom was quiet.

The only sound was the ticking of the second hand on the wall.

Shu Yao leaned against the soft pillow, gently stroking the cool sapphire with her fingertips.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, but then she gasped in pain as the wound aggravated.

Just then.

The bedroom door, which was half-open, was forced open from the outside by a force.

The gap in the door widened.

The "princess" walked in quietly with elegant cat-like steps.

This little rascal is usually very aloof. He bites anyone who touches him. He only barks a couple of times when he wants canned food and doesn't pay any attention to anyone else. He loves to do parkour in the middle of the night, making a deafening racket.

But today, it's different.

The princess walked to the bedside, and with a push from her hind legs, lightly jumped onto the large bed.

Stepping on the soft silk quilt, she walked all the way to Shu Yao's chest.

He leaned closer and carefully sniffed around Shu Yao's chin and cheeks with his wet, pink nose.

I could smell a strong iodine odor, along with a faint, lingering smell of blood.

It seemed to sense the woman's low spirits and the numerous wounds on her body.

For the first time ever, it didn't cause any trouble. Instead, it wiggled its bottom, found a comfortable spot on Shu Yao's chest, spun around a couple of times, and kneaded her breasts.

Then, it coiled itself into a sturdy ball of yarn and lay down quietly.

It tucked its two front paws into its chest and closed its cat eyes.

A gurgling, vibrating sound began to come from his throat.

The sound was muffled and continuous.

The frequency of a cat's purring is very special. It travels through the silk quilt to Shu Yao's chest and has a magical calming effect.

Like a small, constant-temperature massager, it gradually smoothed out the remaining roughness in her nerves.

Shu Yao's fingers twitched and gently rested on the princess's soft fur.

The cat didn't dodge; instead, it nuzzled her palm with its furry head.

"So you know I've been wronged?"

Shu Yao muttered softly, her lips drooping, and her eyes welling up with tears, but this time it was tears of emotion.

Outside.

A dull thud was heard.

"Thump."

A huge creature landed heavily on the wooden floor at the bedroom doorway.

Shu Yao looked up.

He is the God of War.

This retired police dog is huge, with shiny black fur, and looks like a fierce wolf.

It didn't go inside; it just lay there on the threshold of the master bedroom.

Half of his body was in the hallway, and the other half was in the bedroom.

Two thick front paws were crossed, and the huge dog's head rested steadily on the paws.

A pair of dark, bright eyes were watching the direction of the living room door warily.

Its two pointed ears stood straight up, like radar, constantly listening to every little thing happening inside and outside the house.

Standard posture.

He was a loyal guardian, standing guard at the gate, preventing anyone from crossing the line.

Shu Yao looked at the cat and the dog.

The softest part of my heart has completely collapsed.

The humming of the microwave oven and the sound of running water came from the kitchen.

Not long after.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

He Zheng strode toward the master bedroom, carrying a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork in one hand and a glass of warm water in the other.

His eyes were fixed on the bowl of porridge in his hand, afraid it would be too hot and spill. He didn't look down at the road because of his blind spot.

Take a step.

Holy crap!

He Zheng tripped over a hard, furry obstacle.

The center of gravity was instantly lost.

His tall, imposing figure staggered forward violently.

The water glass in my hand shook violently, and half a glass of warm water spilled out.

It spilled precisely onto his gray sweatpants, right on his thigh and crotch.

It's like wetting your pants.

"Awooo—!"

The God of War was stepped on in the tail and screamed in pain.

It scrambled to its feet, tucked its tail between its legs, and scrambled to hide in the corner.

It looked at its owner, who had almost fallen flat on his face, with a pitiful expression, and let out a whimper.

He Zheng managed to steady himself without spilling a single drop of porridge.

But his face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

Looking down, I saw a large, embarrassing wet stain on my crotch, feeling cool against my thigh.

Then he turned his head and glared at the black dog hiding in the corner, pretending to be innocent.

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Don't you know the saying 'a good dog doesn't block the way'?! I almost dumped my porridge on your head!"

He Zheng growled in a low voice, so angry that he wanted to kick it, but because he was holding food in his hand, he could only glare at it.

The God of War grunted twice and huddled even tighter against the corner of the wall with his massive body.