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

"Want to play some more?" Zhou Yinghuai pinched her soft waist. "The night is long, every second is worth a fortune."

Zhu Xi pouted, "Brother is so mean! Doesn't he know the saying 'haste makes waste'?"

"Since we know it's a long night, let's not waste any more time, okay?"

Zhou Yinghuai had a bad feeling that he was about to be tricked again.

But intense emotions cannot lie, and his rapid breathing betrayed him.

"Okay, okay!" She pushed away the burning Zhou Yinghuai, then kicked him onto the carpet, and pressed her soft body against him again.

"Brother, before the long night begins, could you do me a favor?"

Zhou Yinghuai's dark eyes cleared instantly; so this was her true purpose.

The seduction was fake.

The hand that was around her waist loosened a little, and she rested her head on her arm. "Mmm."

"Walk."

Zhou Yinghuai stood up, pulled by Zhu Xi's hand.

Couples deeply in love often dance joyfully as they rush towards the master bedroom.

Upon entering the master bedroom, Zhou Yinghuai immediately took off his shirt.

This white shirt, which was given to relatives and friends, was unbuttoned halfway in the entryway after the guests left.

Once inside the main battlefield, he gently pulled out the remaining few grains.

Buttonholes removed, chest exposed.

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, "Wow, brother is so sexy~"

Zhou Yinghuai: "?"

"Great! This is exactly what I wanted."

Zhou Yinghuai squinted, "Trying to mess with me again?"

Zhu Xi tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. "How can you call it playing around! Brother, it's a couple's nighttime chat."

"A late-night chat between husband and wife?"

"right."

And so it ended.

Half an hour later.

The two were wearing matching aprons and gloves, standing side by side in front of the kitchen sink.

Zhu Xi spread his five fingers in the air, displaying a rather imposing and menacing air.

"Brother, the first annual 'Huanxi Sha' Couples' Night Talk is about to begin!"

Before she could even touch her hands, she suddenly remembered something, ran out again, and quickly came back in with her phone.

"Background music is a must." She grinned mischievously and opened her usual playlist.

Zhou Yinghuai gradually digested her cunning and wicked thoughts. "So, Sister Xi, you went to great lengths to seduce me just to..."

"Just to watch me wash the dishes?" Zhou Yinghuai still refused to believe it.

Zhu Xi hummed in agreement, poked her two index fingers together, swayed slightly, and said coquettishly, "Brother is wrong, we should wash the dishes together."

Zhou Yinghuai gave a wry smile, turning to face her. "Really just washing dishes?"

Zhu Xi grinned mischievously, "It really is just washing dishes."

"Can this dish be washed overnight?" Zhou Yinghuai seemed to be expecting something. "We have a dishwasher at home."

Zhu Xi sighed, "Let's wash first, then we'll talk about it."

It was said that the two of them would shower together, and Zhu Xi would provide extremely high emotional value from the side.

In the foamy sink, Zhou Yinghuai, wearing a pair of light blue gloves, moved somewhat clumsily.

The plate was picked up, but slipped from my hand in less than a second, sliding back into the abundant foam.

"You can't wash dishes?" Zhu Xi couldn't help but begin to doubt the gods. "Is something as simple as 1+1=2 really that difficult?"

Zhou Yinghuai tried to save face, saying, "Isn't this something anyone can do?"

Zhu Xi exclaimed "Eh!" and clenched her little fists. "Brother, good luck!"

Zhou Yinghuai took the opportunity to peck her lips, "Go for it, brother."

Zhu Xi stood beside him, watching him wash clumsily and slowly.

He began to explain, "When I was little, I lived next door to Huo Xi, and I often went to play with her."

The story goes back twenty years, before time seemed to fly by as much as it does now.

On a summer night, cicadas chirp and palm-leaf fans sway gently.

Zhu Xi often saw Huo Xi's adoptive parents doing housework together at Huo Xi's home.

They didn't insist that both of them had to fight; they just talked and chatted with each other.

They would talk about their work during the day, the news they heard, and the big and small things that happened in the courtyard.

Zhu Xi and Huo Xi were playing games, kicking shuttlecocks, jumping rope, and watching TV.

She would unconsciously glance at the couple standing side by side in the kitchen.

The longing buried deep in my bones has grown uncontrollably for over twenty years.

"Zhou Yinghuai!" She paused, twirling the foam between her fingertips, "After I grew up, I washed myself too, but I always felt like something was missing."

She looked up, a slight smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "My dream has come true."

Zhou Yinghuai felt an overwhelming pang of heartache for her. She spoke so casually, yet every word she uttered felt like a knife to his heart.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

His voice was full of boundless doting and tenderness, "Once your hospital stay is over, we can shower together every day."

"Wash the dishes, take a bath, wash the sky, wash the earth, wash everything!" Zhou Yinghuai was quite the talker, and of course, he was also quite capable.

This little wish can be granted with a mere snap of the fingers of God.

Zhu Xi nodded in satisfaction, "My dear Ah Huai brother..."

Before the compliments and praises could be finished, a long, continuous series of crisp sounds of bone spurs hitting the ground could be heard.

The wind rustles through the window, making a tinkling sound.

With that one snap, nothing was left.

A faint blush crept onto Zhou Yinghuai's usually calm face, but he didn't even glance at the messy pile at his feet.

"This was an accident, an accident."

Zhu Xi nodded vigorously, then glanced at his attempt to justify himself, "It must have been an accident."

"My brother Ah Huai is a god, capable of summoning wind and rain and doing everything. He spat on a few plates to celebrate our first nighttime conversation as husband and wife."

To Zhou Yinghuai, these words didn't sound like anything good.

Zhu Xi kept talking and thoughtfully pulled Zhou Yinghuai away from the pile of white porcelain.

"Is Brother Huai hurt?" she asked, squatting down to check his pants. "It hurts me to see him hurt."

Zhou Yinghuai's vision went black and black again, and his ears vibrated repeatedly.

She picked the person up by the waist and said, "Sister Xi, please forgive me!"

Zhu Xi chuckled incessantly, and fearing he might feel frustrated, she gently coaxed him, "It's okay, God's omnipotence doesn't include something as trivial as washing dishes."

Zhou Yinghuai confessed, "I really didn't wash it."

"Yes, I know."

"We have a housekeeper at home. I only cook for Lingyi; she does the dishes." He paused, then added, "I'll try to learn how to do that in the future?"

Zhu Xi shook her head, took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, "You didn't know, did you? Mom told me too."

"What did you say?"

"Mom also told me to take good care of your hands." She grinned mischievously, "Your hands are too rough; I'm not used to using them."

Zhou Yinghuai was taken aback, then frowned and stared intently.

He started speeding after her, thinking, "Isn't this a bit much?"

Zhu Xi blushed slightly and punched his shoulder, "Something's not right!"

She raised her chin, "Anyway, it's what I used, so if I say it's right, it's right!"

"Okay, okay."

Zhu Xi smiled and said, "Leave these to Auntie."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yinghuai sounded a little unsure. "I'll learn more."

"No." Her bright eyes slowly fell on his neck, and she lowered her head to bite his Adam's apple.

Zhou Yinghuai groaned, trying his best to restrain himself.

Zhu Xi was overjoyed; her flirting had succeeded.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her low, seductive voice lingering in his ear, "Brother, I want to have a meeting."

"The kind of late-night chat between husband and wife!"