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

Two voices, one from the front and one from the back, reached his heart.

The musical duet brings joy and happiness to everyone.

She threw herself into Zhou Yinghuai's arms, completely ignoring the other colleagues in the break room.

"Why are you here?" She nestled in Zhou Yinghuai's arms, looked up and buried her face in his again, then looked up again, asking incredulously, "Why are you here?"

"I should have come back." He stroked her hair and repeated, "I should have come back."

Zhu Xi: "I was saying, why are you back so early!"

Zhou Yinghuai stumbled back two steps as she tackled him, wrapping his arm around her waist to protect her. "Early? I still think it's late. Sister Xi, Zhou Yinghuai is here to pick you up from get off work."

Zhu Xi gave a soft hum, like a kitten, "Shouldn't you be on your way to the airport right now?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "I really miss you, so I have to move up my schedule."

"Oh dear." Zhu Xi mumbled again, her breath cool against his shirt. She loved this pleasant surprise. "Zhou Yinghuai, you're so annoying."

The nurses behind him started making noise, and Zhou Yinghuai nodded in acknowledgment.

Chen Nan and Master Bai carried several bags into the break room.

Zhou Yinghuai held her in his arms and glanced into the lounge.

"This is a small token of my appreciation for your hard work."

This afternoon tea at No. 6 Libei is not open to the public.

Zhu Xi wrapped her arms around his waist and followed his gaze back to look.

"My dear wife, I'm very happy to work with you all." He lowered his eyes, looked at the person leaning against him, smiled, and said, "Goodbye."

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, her smiling eyes falling on the last bag Chen Nan had just put down. She introduced it generously, saying, "This is a small token of my husband Zhou Yinghuai's appreciation. Please enjoy your meal. We'll take our leave now."

The nurse repeatedly expressed her gratitude and offered her blessings.

Zhu Xi tilted her head, looking at Zhou Yinghuai's smug little expression.

"My husband?"

Zhu Xi raised her chin, "You mentioned my wife first?"

"Can't I say that?" Zhou Yinghuai embraced her and walked towards the dormitory. "You've always been my wife."

Zhu Xi retorted stubbornly, "Then my husband is wrong?"

"No." He paused, desperately trying to justify himself, "That was a smug and self-satisfied expression on my face."

Zhu Xi snorted, turned around and glanced back, "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yinghuai pinched her cheek. "Did you step on her tail?"

"Luckily you didn't mention my wife."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

The two took another step.

Wishing you happiness again.

Zhou Yinghuai: "I didn't say 'my humble wife,' I wouldn't dare."

Zhu Xi pouted, "I just realized I forgot to thank Chen Nan and Master Bai."

Zhou Yinghuai put one hand on his hip, looking somewhat jealous.

The two of them stared at each other, standing in the corridor.

Zhu Xi scolded playfully, "You're so jealous now! Zhou Yinghuai, why don't you just buy a vinegar factory? You won't need any raw materials; you'll have enough vinegar of your own."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Zhou Yinghuai followed her closely, "How about we make some dumplings too?"

Zhu Xi shrugged, taking off her white coat as she walked. "I'm just an ordinary woman. I don't know how to make dumplings."

"I don't know how to make dumplings either," Zhou Yinghuai admitted. "I really don't know how."

Zhu Xi draped her white coat over her elbow. "That's a pity."

Zhou Yinghuai coaxed her, taking her wrist, "Your husband can learn."

"Even my wife can learn this."

The two exchanged a smile, and Zhu Xi slapped his hand hard, saying, "I wasn't supposed to be resting."

"I know."

Zhou Yinghuai grabbed her hand and walked forward, saying, "I'm lucky!"

Zhu Xi scoffed, "It's because Dr. Huang is kind."

"I will thank him," Zhou Yinghuai added. "Does he have any research projects or topics he wants to study? I can invest in them."

Zhu Xi shook her index finger slightly, "He's also afraid of having to do his homework when he gets home, the kind of homework that adults do."

For first-timers, the taste is so exquisite that they'll soon discover its delight.

A middle-aged couple discards something as worthless as worn-out shoes.

Some people love it, while others dislike it.

At the dormitory entrance.

Zhu Xi opened the door.

The door was pushed open only a crack, and in a dizzying moment, she was thrust from the light into darkness.

Behind Zhu Xi, her butterfly-shaped shoulder blades were pressed against a door panel, while in front of her stood a brave warrior who had undergone tubal ligation for love.

Zhou Yinghuai braced himself against the door, holding her firmly by his side, his eyes burning and his breath heavy.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhou Yinghuai first gave a bitter smile, then let out a long sigh, "Sister Xi, I really miss you."

Zhu Xi nodded and nudged his shoe with her foot.

She hoisted herself around his neck, closing the distance between herself and Zhou Yinghuai.

"Zhou Yinghuai, I miss you so much too." As she spoke, she seemed both discouraged and dejected, yet also tentatively adding, "I miss you so much."

Not to be outdone, Zhou Yinghuai pressed his forehead against hers and lifted her up in his arms.

"Sister Xi, I miss you even more. I miss you so much that it hurts to the bone."

Zhu Xi stroked the stubble on the back of his neck with her fingertips. "Zhou Yinghuai, I miss you even more, I miss you so much that I cry in the middle of the night."

She wasn't joking.

She really did cry at night.

She finally falls asleep, but wakes up crying because of her longing for Zhou Yinghuai in her dreams.

Then Zhu Xi, who loves to sleep so much, actually suffers from insomnia.

Zhou Yinghuai felt as if thousands upon thousands of needles were piercing his heart at the same time, the dense needles digging into his flesh.

The pain was dull and aggravated, but there was no blood.

He felt guilty and remorseful, and was filled with anxiety and heartache.

In the half-awake, half-asleep light, Zhu Xi saw the deep, loving gaze in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes.

She bit her lip, her nose stung, and her eyes stung. "Zhou Yinghuai, I didn't lie to you."

"I know." That dull pain flowed from the bottom of his heart to every part of his body. Besides feeling heartache, Zhou Yinghuai only had a promise to never let her down. "I promise you, from now on, I won't go on business trips for more than two days."

He held her tightly, embracing her slender body.

His chin nestled in her shoulder, his breath quickened, and his gaze deepened. "I promise, we won't be apart for long."

Zhu Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, and their two hearts, beating in unison, seemed about to break through their skin and merge together.

"Um."

She looked up, her eyelids slightly lifted.

Zhou Yinghuai's kiss landed.

He sucked on her lips, lingering and licking them.

He guided her to change her breathing, and gently kissed her as he slowly moved his kisses to her beautiful eyes.

A light kiss is like a spring breeze, tender as a precious jewel.

Zhu Xi was held in his arms, her hips supported, her legs hooked behind his waist, and her waist and hips sank into his palm.

Her lips brushed against his Adam's apple, and she heard a suppressed groan.

Zhu Xi grinned mischievously, her supple waist slightly arched, her gaze level.

Zhou Yinghuai picked her up and spun her around before they both fell onto the not-so-spacious bed.

The dormitory lights are not on yet.

The two, deeply entwined in their kiss, had long since adjusted to the dormitory lighting, precisely capturing each other's every subtle expression.

They may be satisfied, or they may want more.

A few wisps of wind blew in through the window that had been open all along.

The wind blows, long and drawn out.

Zhu Xi endured the domineering and tyrannical nature of his tongue, and returned the same sucking.

Zhou Yinghuai leaned against her side, his eyes as dark as ink.

"Let's go home?" He remained rational. "Nobody can really relax in the dorm."

Zhu Xi nodded slightly, her expression shy.

Zhou Yinghuai took a few deep breaths, cupped her face, and prepared to get up.

Zhu Xi tugged at the front of his shirt, "Can I kiss you again?"

"I haven't kissed you enough, Brother A-Huai."