It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhu Xi immediately leaned closer.

Her chin rested perfectly on his shoulder, just like when she first met him, sitting in the back seat of the car, catching up on sleep while holding his arm.

She felt very comfortable leaning against this spot.

Zhou Yinghuai had broad shoulders and a warm embrace.

She didn't want to leave him.

However, the boldness and nonchalance of the past are gone.

Strangely enough, before they realized their feelings for each other, the two of them were not awkward at all, and they kissed each other openly without any hesitation.

After speaking frankly tonight, we both became shy.

The thin blanket was squeezed between the two of them. Zhu Xi carefully found a more comfortable position and tentatively placed her right hand across his front.

Like a sloth, I clung to him through the blanket.

He didn't move, nor did he show any discomfort or resistance.

Zhu Xi tilted her head slightly, her forehead brushing against his chin. "Zhou Yinghuai, is this alright?"

"Hmm." Zhou Yinghuai's voice sounded like he was listening to an audio drama, sexy and deep, fermented by the darkness, even the monosyllables became hypnotic.

Zhu Xi moved her arm, pressing her right leg against him. "How about this?"

"Can."

"Okay." Zhu Xi tilted her head back slightly, raised her hand to smooth her long hair to the side, "Don't step on my hair later."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

He paused, then said, "I'll try my best."

Zhu Xi hummed in agreement, "Then I'm going to sleep."

"Um."

"Go to sleep."

"Good night."

He spoke three sentences in a row, and finally ended with a kiss on the top of her head.

Zhu Xi closed her eyes, contentedly drifting off to sleep.

This time, she wasn't born in the Year of the Sheep.

Zhu Xi discovered something new when her fingertips accidentally brushed against the inside of Zhou Yinghuai's wrist.

She felt Zhou Yinghuai's pulse and counted its beats.

That's where it connects to the heart, rising and falling powerfully, the heart beating like a drum.

She couldn't count them.

One

She opened her eyes again, which she had just closed, and locked her gaze on his bobbing Adam's apple in the darkness.

Zhu Xi smiled faintly, then propped her little head up to look at his open eyes.

Zhou Yinghuai sensed her movement and met her gaze. "What's wrong?"

Zhu Xi poked his lip with her fingertip, "I really have to have surgery tomorrow."

Zhou Yinghuai felt a sense of helplessness, as if he could cry out to heaven but no one answered. He held her soft, fragrant body in his arms, a woman with a name and a status.

Legal support, genuine love.

But tonight, I'm destined to accomplish nothing.

He sighed deeply, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away from his lips.

With his left hand, he gently pulled the person into his arms.

"Okay, so you need to go to sleep."

She lay down again, resting her head on his shoulder. "Zhou Yinghuai, a normal resting pulse for an adult male is 60-100 beats per minute."

"People who exercise regularly and have good cardiovascular health can achieve 50-60 beats per minute."

"Ideal, healthy range: 60-80 times per minute."

"But I didn't count your pulse correctly just now."

Zhou Yinghuai sighed again, "Is there any environmental factor as a prerequisite for determining the standard for measuring the resting pulse of adult men?"

Zhu Xi replied professionally, "Yes."

Tell me about it.

"The measurement should be taken in a quiet, alert, and relaxed state." She paused halfway through her sentence.

Zhou Yinghuai then asked her, "Dr. Zhu, which of these criteria do I meet?"

Zhu Xi nestled in his arms and laughed out loud.

It seems we shouldn't be torturing him like this.

"Why don't you go downstairs to sleep?"

Zhou Yinghuai patted her shoulder with his large hand, "No need, this little bit of racing heart won't kill you. Go to sleep, I'll go downstairs once you're asleep."

As he spoke, he lowered his head.

The cool lips stumbled along, brushing past the tip of her nose and landing on the corner of her lips.

They pressed tightly together, then gently sucked.

Zhu Xi shrank her neck and only let him kiss her once.

"I won't make a fuss anymore, I won't make a fuss anymore." She became obedient.

Zhou Yinghuai draped the blanket over them and lightly kissed her forehead. "Mmm, go to sleep."

Zhu Xi said obediently, "Goodnight, Zhou Yinghuai."

Goodnight, my wife.

In the dead of night, people occasionally pass by in the corridor just across the door.

Zhou Yinghuai couldn't sleep soundly.

He overestimated his control over his body and underestimated Zhu Xi's influence over him.

The person in my arms was breathing steadily and had drifted off to sleep.

Zhou Yinghuai smelled her scent and let her lean against him, holding him horizontally, without moving.

But this was too much of a torment for him.

He is a normal adult man.

Full of youthful vigor and robust health.

He felt agitated several times, but hearing the steady breathing of the person beside him, he managed to suppress those wicked thoughts.

She has surgery tomorrow.

This is the dormitory, not the master bedroom of Huanxisha.

Their relationship is just beginning to blossom, so they can't rush things; they need to take it slow and steady.

Her brother had just left the country without saying goodbye.

We must not take advantage of others in their time of need; we must protect, accompany, and cherish them.

Zhou Yinghuai felt as if there were two little voices in his left and right hemispheres, clamoring and arguing with each other.

Forget about taking things slowly; in the adult world, there is no Plato, only the fleeting nature of romance.

On one side is the virtuous Plato, and on the other is the primal clamor of adult savagery.

The left and right hemispheres of the brain fought each other, but ultimately no winner was determined.

Fortunately, his unbearable torment did not affect Zhu Xi's sleep.

And so, dawn finally broke.

Zhu Xi's alarm clock rang.

She frowned, snorted, and pulled the blanket over her head.

Suddenly realizing something, he abruptly opened his eyes.

The person who stayed for her last night is gone.

The folding bed stood in the corner, and clean clothes hung on the wardrobe; they were hers.

Zhu Xi sat up, her eyes quickly searching the dormitory room.

There was no note.

When I opened my phone, besides the repeated ringing of the alarm, there were no unread red dots on WeChat.

The only proof of Zhou Yinghuai's existence was the plastic basin on the corner of the table containing his pajamas.

Zhu Xi sat with her back against the wall, hugging her knees to calm herself.

Until, the tightly closed dormitory door was pushed open from the outside.

"woke up?"

Zhu Xi looked dazed. Hearing the noise, she got out of bed barefoot and threw herself into his arms.

She carried most of the blanket to the floor, covering her slippers completely.

Zhou Yinghuai put his arm around her and pressed his cheek against her hair. "I didn't leave. I went to the elevator to get breakfast."

"Let's try something different today."

He was also afraid that if she suddenly woke up and he wasn't there, she would feel insecure.

He also feared that their sleep in each other's arms last night would vanish like bubbles with the rising sun.

He was even more afraid that Zhu Xi would wake up and, while he was away, change her tune and deny everything.

Therefore, Zhou Yinghuai asked Master Bai to deliver breakfast to the building.

For the first time ever, he didn't go downstairs to get it.

During the two months he frequently visited the hospital.

Sure enough, the child woke up early.

Unfortunately, despite his careful planning, he was still a few minutes too late.

"Sister Xi, I won't leave without saying goodbye, don't worry."

Even if knives were falling from the sky, he would still tell her, kiss her goodbye, and then leave.

Zhu Xi wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

In this world, it's rare to find a true lover.

A morning greeting is priceless, but true value lies in a long-lasting companionship.

Zhou Yinghuai soothed her unease, gently picked her up, and placed her on the bed.

He put down the food box he was carrying in his left hand only after she was seated.

He knelt down, his eyes gentle and affectionate, and slowly inserted his wedding ring into her fair fingertips.

The base of their fingers touch, their ten fingers interlocked.

The metallic feel of her wedding ring gently pressed against her ring finger.

"Zhu Xi, I love you."