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

An affair was inevitable.

Spiritual shadows float and sink, divine light like a dream, a joyous occasion.

After the dazzling brilliance fades, we return to our true selves, after the surging passion and excitement.

Zhu Xi lay face down on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her little finger gently twitching, her whole body languid.

Her unfocused eyes were slightly closed, and her damp eyelashes were stuck together, making her look pitiful and causing one to feel sorry for her.

Her breathing became shallow, and she felt languid all over.

Zhou Yinghuai was also completely naked, not much more glamorous than her.

The water glass, still attached to the straw, was fed to her lips. Zhu Xi sipped a few times and then stopped moving.

Zhou Yinghuai put down his water glass and took out several tissues to wipe the sweat from her forehead, pausing behind her ear after passing her temples.

Finally, she brushed aside her wet hair that clung to her back, and the tissue ran down her spine.

His voice was hoarse, "Shall I carry you to wash up?"

Zhu Xi's eyes remained closed, as if she were begging for mercy.

She was truly exhausted.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled broadly, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and tossed it onto the bedside table.

He lowered his head, bringing his ear close to Zhu Xi's earlobe, to the spot where he had just paused.

The red there was a deeper shade, making it particularly eye-catching.

"It's not comfortable sleeping like this," he chuckled softly. "I'll carry you over, it'll be quick, you can go back to sleep soon."

Zhu Xi frowned, a blush spreading across her small face.

"Ouch." A muffled sound came from under the pillow. "Get away from me! You're draining all my spiritual energy. Don't disturb my sleep."

Zhou Yinghuai pressed down on her earlobe and sucked on it, deliberately increasing the pressure.

Zhu Xi couldn't resist his deliberate teasing afterward, so she shrank her neck and hid to the side.

Instead, she snuggled back into Zhou Yinghuai's naked arms.

Her hazy, lazy eyelids parted slightly, revealing a narrow, curved slit, just enough to catch a glimpse of Zhou Yinghuai's satisfied, smiling face.

The night is deep, the moonlight is hazy, and tender feelings linger.

Zhu Xi raised her hand, her limp, boneless wrist draped around his neck.

Zhou Yinghuai lay down naturally, willingly becoming her pillow.

"Not bad?" he suddenly blurted out, his chin resting against her forehead.

The stubble prickled Zhu Xi's mind, making her restless and her heart flutter with unsettling thoughts.

She still had her eyes closed, her lips upturned, and her eyebrows sparkling.

Zhu Xi remained silent, unwilling to let him show off any longer.

The two remained silent for a moment, Zhou Yinghuai's clear eyes fixed on the clouds reflected in the chandelier.

His hand tightened on her waist, and he spoke, "I haven't asked you about it."

Zhu Xi was physically weak and mentally exhausted. Just now, her soul kept leaving her body, and she threw all her rationality into the clouds.

The wonderful feeling of spiritual connection was brought to its peak thanks to Zhou Yinghuai's efforts, and Zhu Xi was tired but not sleepy.

Her face moved slightly, still pressed against Zhou Yinghuai's chest, which conveniently covered the shallow scratches.

"What do you want to ask?"

Zhou Yinghuai grinned mischievously, "You really have a 36D?"

With just one sentence, Zhu Xi instantly regained consciousness, her eyes snapping open.

She looked up and stared at him coldly for a few moments.

The hand that had been caressing his collarbone and chin was now firmly gripping his neck.

Zhu Xi sneered, her allure undiminished, "Zhou Yinghuai!"

Even as Zhou Yinghuai was being tortured to death, he seemed to enjoy it, saying, "I'm here."

Zhu Xi knelt up, intending to separate her knees, but her waist went limp and she lost her breath.

I almost fell off the bed.

Zhou Yinghuai lifted half of her body with his arm and held her firmly in his arms.

Eyes facing each other.

With a slight tilt of the head and a downward glance, one can see that even when the lotus root is broken, its threads still connect it.

Zhu Xi's chin rested on his chest, the lingering affection in her eyes still fresh.

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his head and kissed her thin eyelids. "Wife, you are so beautiful."

-

The two slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Zhou Yinghuai's biological clock woke him up precisely on time. He pulled the sleeping beauty back into his arms and generously offered his arm.

Zhu Xi snorted, "Stop messing with me, I can't take it."

Zhou Yinghuai brushed her disheveled hair aside. "I won't bother you."

Zhu Xi snuggled closer to him, nestled in his arms like a kitten.

Soon, his breathing became heavy, and he remained motionless.

After a long absence, Zhou Yinghuai finally reclaimed the time he spent with Zhou Yinghuai in the early morning.

He glanced at the ray of light filtering through the curtains, lost in thought.

The curtains in the master bedroom were custom-made; once closed, not even a ray of sunlight can penetrate them, even at the height of summer.

In other words, as long as Zhou Yinghuai doesn't want to, and as long as Zhu Xi says she wants to catch up on sleep, this room can remain immersed in darkness.

But now, light is shining in.

That was the aftershock of Zhu Xi being lifted up by him last night.

It was a tender moment, filled with tender affection.

The place where the light shone in was where Zhu Xi had blossomed for the first time in his eyes last night.

Zhu Xi woke up in the afternoon.

Without opening her eyes, she first used her hands and feet to greet the clear world.

The side where Zhou Yinghuai had lain was now completely cold.

Zhu Xi rubbed her eyes, and sure enough, she woke up to find herself empty-handed.

She sat up and leaned against the headboard.

The curtains swayed gently, and dappled sunlight danced across the windows.

Zhu Xi saw a fiery red rose.

One flower after another, layer upon layer, it's quite a beautiful sight.

She hugged her knees and glanced sideways, a ripple of emotion welling up in her eyes.

This man still has time for this clichéd sense of ritual.

Zhu Xi looked at it for a while, then picked up her fully charged phone from the bedside table and took a picture.

She wanted to post it on her WeChat Moments, but she was also stingy and didn't want more people to know how good Zhou Yinghuai was to her.

She couldn't alleviate the overwhelming feeling of happiness that came with this abundance if she didn't share it.

Zhu Xi was torn between sharing and keeping it to herself, so she eventually sent the photos to Huo Xi.

Zhu Xi: [I'm so full!]

Hoch replied almost instantly.

She was also drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

However, she trained at the boxing gym for almost two hours straight.

Hoshi glanced at the photo, a smirk playing on his lips as he bit off his glove without even drinking any water.

My trembling hands picked up the phone, trying to type, but my hands shook so badly that there were too many typos.

He simply replied with a voice message while panting heavily.

Huo Xi: [I heard Boss Zhou got a vasectomy for love?]

Huo Xi: [Lou Yan replied that whether or not to use it for that purpose doesn't matter. But I feel that not using it might be even worse...]

When chatting with your best friend, once the voice chat starts, you won't stop talking until you've had enough.

Once the topic turns to savory stuff, it has to get down to the dazzling yellow.

Huo Xi: [Lou Yanhui, that bastard, has some gentlemanly manners? Bah, damn it, that's not gentlemanly! He's wary of me, afraid I'll have his son.]

Huo Xi took a sip of water, and his voice softened considerably.

He continued, "Damn it, why doesn't Lou Yanhui say he'll get a tubal ligation? I'll pay for his hospital bills."

Zhu Xi listened to it three times.

My ears felt hot, and my cheeks were burning.

I also realized something.

Hoshi doesn't like to use... she prefers to get straight to the point.

Zhu Xi: [I think they're all pretty much the same.]

Hoshi: [Get out! We're about the same, why didn't you say you were full before!]

Horthy: [Woman, you're ultimately saying one thing and meaning another.]

Zhu Xi sat with her knees drawn up, her eyes and brows full of charm.

She smiled.

I will no longer reply to Huo Xi's WeChat messages.

She put on her shoes and went to the restaurant.

The aroma of the food wafted gently.

Zhou Yinghuai was right there amidst the smoke and fire when he sensed her presence and turned around to look.

The rising steam draws the immortals down to the mortal realm, where they are stained with dust, yet remain ordinary.

He stirred the soup with a ladle, his voice soft, the light and shadow dazzling, his words gentle.

"I made soup."