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

Her neckline was wide open, revealing her masterpieces everywhere you looked.

Doctors need to trim their nails frequently, so Zhu Xi only neglected them for two days.

She looked away, her face burning. "It's cold, you should put these on quickly."

Zhou Yinghuai's shirt front had completely separated, and he was draped over his body, barely making ends meet.

He didn't laugh, but solemnly repeated what she had said before, "The air conditioning in the hospital is so bad that you have to avoid it even during the hottest days of summer."

Zhu Xi, caught off guard, looked around uncontrollably. "That was before. The dog days of summer are long over now. Autumn has arrived, and it's time to wear long johns."

"Oh." Zhou Yinghuai didn't say that what she said was wrong, but instead changed to an even more unconventional line of thought, "That's because of me. But Sister Xi, I have thermal underwear."

Zhu Xi: "I'll strip your woolen pants into Crocs, you believe me?"

Zhou Yinghuai laughed at her, "Your hands will get tired; it's a huge project."

Zhu Xi frowned, unable to laugh or cry. She had seen and enjoyed Zhou Yinghuai's body; his legs were incredibly long, with a healthy color and no impurities.

She had even observed Zhou Yinghuai closely and found that he didn't have a single scar on his body.

Unlike her, she has a vertical scar three or four centimeters long on her left elbow. It was from when she was a child and went out to play in the heavy rain. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

There's a small dent, about the size of a grain of rice, on the inside of my right thigh. It was from a bite I took from an unknown creature when I was in junior high school.

A large area became red, swollen, and hardened, and the bitten area was also red and oozing pus.

Congratulations! I took her to the hospital and got some medicine. It took half a month for the swelling to go down.

In the end, it left a scar.

If Zhou Yinghuai's body was a perfect piece of jade, then she was like a few fluffy flowers floating in the jade.

It doesn't affect the aesthetics, but upon closer inspection, one can always find flaws.

"Zhou Yinghuai, removing leg hair is called plucking; doing other things is called shaving," she said, feigning profundity, her breath light and airy. "Brother, stop showing off!"

Zhou Yinghuai didn't show off; on the contrary, he was very humble.

He spoke slowly, "I'm three years older than you. I'm not as strong and vigorous as a young person. I'm old, my body is weak, and I feel hot."

These words sounded somewhat like the lamentations of someone living deep within the palace.

Zhu Xi thought to herself, "Your Zhou family's past debts can be settled like this?"

"Then you should put it on first. People might come to my dorm at any time, and it wouldn't look good if they saw us."

Zhou Yinghuai: "I locked the door from the inside. If someone knocks, you should hide me."

"Sister Xi, I'm getting old, I can't move as fast as you. Be careful when you hide me, don't bump into me."

Zhu Xi was defeated, utterly defeated.

She gave an awkward laugh and stopped arguing with him.

Zhu Xi surrendered, but Zhou Yinghuai fought even more bravely.

"Sister Xi," he called out, a prelude to drawing attention.

As a result, Zhu Xi had no choice but to watch as Zhou Yinghuai threw the detached shirt into the laundry basket next to her wardrobe, and then the shirtless man stuffed a bowl of soup back into her hands.

"Drink it quickly, it's bad for your stomach if it's cold."

Zhu Xi: "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Being good-looking really can be a way for other people to make a living," Zhou Yinghuai said rather narcissistically. "You're already full just looking at me?"

Zhou Yinghuai mastered this kind of greasy, summery speech to a perfect score of 120 out of 100.

Zhou Yinghuai also received an extra 20 points for his excellent handwriting.

"What have you learned from Sheng Xiali?" She wanted to call and question Sheng Xiali, wondering what kind of person he had turned a perfectly good man into.

Zhu Xi put down the soup, then jumped lightly and threw herself into Zhou Yinghuai's arms, sitting on his lap.

He held her waist securely within a safe zone. "Tonight's second wish is that you're not allowed to adopt any more of Sheng Xiali's frivolous and wicked tastes."

Zhou Yinghuai didn't learn these things from Sheng Xiali; they must be part of his inherent genes.

Before meeting Zhu Xi, this recessive trait of the gene was completely suppressed.

After meeting Zhu Xi, a chemical reaction gradually developed between them.

Mutual affection and expressing their love for each other act as catalysts, accelerating the manifestation of Zhou Yinghuai's latent genes.

"He's a loser in the height of summer, wife. He's still single." Zhou Yinghuai pulled her closer to him. "I'll ask Lou Yan to come back; at least he has some experience."

Lou Yanhui is someone who can afford to open Qinhuaiyuan. Zhou Yinghuai is not learning; he is a beginner who has just entered the sect and encountered a top expert.

This isn't learning; it's a forced, accelerated version of success.

Zhu Xi gritted her teeth in regret, realizing that too much talk could lead to mistakes.

The boomerang, though meant well, pierced back, still hurt terribly.

"Brother, I'm begging you, I can accept you being a bit slutty, promiscuous, and greasy in bed, but can we be normal off-bed?"

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Yinghuai examined himself. "Am I not in good shape?"

As she sipped her soup, her gaze involuntarily fell upon the naked old servant.

I've never seen Zhou Yinghuai work out before, but his muscles are so well-defined; it's as if the Creator has spoiled him rotten.

"Look if you want, this place is all yours, inside and out," Zhou Yinghuai said generously. "Just take off your shirt, is that enough?"

"If Sister Xi still finds it uninteresting, then I'm willing to sacrifice myself to make it interesting for her. Sister Xi, offer yourself as my bedmate; I'm ready to take my place."

Zhu Xi, touched by Zhou Yinghuai's sincerity and earnestness in recommending himself, finished the soup in one gulp.

His complexion remained normal, but his heartbeat was much faster than before.

She looked at the finger marks on Zhou Yinghuai's chest, then bent down and folded her ten fingers to take a closer look. Sure enough, they were a bit long.

"I need to trim my nails." She shook her head. "Why didn't you say so?"

Zhou Yinghuai leaned closer, "It doesn't hurt, it actually feels pretty good."

Zhu Xi glared at him fiercely, "Are you a masochist?"

She slapped him hard across the chest, striking the muscle that was exerting force, leaving her fingertips slightly numb.

"Flirting is fine, but not at other times. Zhou Yinghuai, I prefer your aloof side."

Zhou Yinghuai grabbed her hand and pressed it against the most prominent mark. "Please enlighten me, Sister Xi, what does 'other times' mean?"

Zhu Xi, feeling rebuffed, scolded playfully, "Don't be so aloof like you were two months ago. Now, now..."

"Now what?"

Now it's acting all rowdy, like a dog that's always looking for a bone to gnaw on.

She pulled her hand back, her face flushed, picked up the vial of medicine that Zhou Yinghuai had brought, squeezed it onto her fingertip, and gently rubbed it in a circular motion to apply it to him.

"Such a sexy body, but it's covered in scars after you take your clothes off, it's such a killjoy."

Zhu Xi had many reasons, which always made Zhou Yinghuai unable to resist listening to them, finding them very enjoyable.

Just like now, his heart pounding in his chest betrays him completely.

My heart is racing, and my blood is surging.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were as black as melting spring water.

He cupped Zhu Xi's face in one hand, not stopping her from continuing to apply the medicine, and simply said, "It's just a skin."

Zhu Xi raised her eyes and said, "I just like this appearance. If you become any worse, I'll never forgive you."

Zhou Yinghuai promised, "Okay, I will definitely protect it."

Zhu Xi stopped and haphazardly smeared the remaining ointment from her fingertips onto his trouser leg.

Suddenly, she had a wicked thought and gently hooked his belt, pulling him toward herself.

He lowered his gaze, leered as he looked inside, and exclaimed, "Wow, that's fierce."