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

Gold-rimmed glasses.

Zhu Xi blushed for no apparent reason.

The two had just left the bathroom after a tender moment under the warm water.

Zhou Yinghuai wrapped her in a bath towel and helped her blow-dry her hair in the bathroom.

With her warm and enthusiastic demeanor, Zhu Xi's fair and slender neck resembled a pink cloud hanging low by the sea after a rain.

Peach-pink spots.

She felt hot and constrained, so she loosely wrapped a soft, fragrant bath towel around herself.

She can disperse with the slightest movement.

The lingering feelings from that first wave of romance were still there, and even so, she still felt hot.

He then instructed Zhou Yinghuai to lower the air conditioning temperature by a few degrees.

Zhou Yinghuai was afraid she would catch a cold, so he didn't move.

Zhu Xi hummed again, grabbed his hand and touched his face.

With no other option, he walked barefoot to the door and adjusted the floor by only one degree.

"Satisfied now?" Zhou Yinghuai asked, his voice a mix of indulgence and helplessness. He then walked back to her side. "Your hair is still dripping wet. Shall we blow-dry it a little longer?"

Zhu Xi nodded and rested her forehead against his chest.

As luck would have it, the place I was staring at intently had an indescribable pulse.

She timidly looked up, just in time to meet Zhou Yinghuai's gentle, smiling gaze. "You've got a great physique. Zhu Xi has struck gold!"

The praise, intended to cover up the truth, revealed the ulterior motives and guilty conscience to the fullest extent.

Zhou Yinghuai continued drying his hair, "I dare not not practice! I'm afraid Dean Zhu will kick me."

Zhu Xi chuckled, "Thin skin is just right, I like thin skin."

Zhou Yinghuai grabbed her hair, gave her a perfunctory smile, and said, "Thank you for liking me; I've been happy for many years."

"That's an exaggeration." Zhu Xi squinted and gently shook the hair behind her. "I've only known you for three months."

"You really don't have a crush on me?" Zhou Yinghuai teased her. "Think about it again."

Zhu Xi replied firmly, "No."

"A little disappointed."

"Ha, I never do that 'secret crush' stuff! I go all in!"

Zhou Yinghuai continued, "So fierce!~"

He was still a little unwilling to accept it, "Sister Xi, you really haven't lost your memory or anything?"

Zhu Xi: "Get lost!"

She pinched the softest spot on his heart, "Unrequited love is like the wind; true love is getting it and sleeping together."

Zhou Yinghuai's eyes were filled with tenderness. "Brilliant!"

My hair was blow-dried until it was half dry; it was jet black and smooth.

"Your hands!" Zhu Xi heard him turn off the hairdryer, and suddenly everything went quiet except for the passionate pounding of her heart.

Zhou Yinghuai took a half step back, braced his hands on either side of her, and glanced at her leisurely swaying legs.

"What's wrong with my hands?" he asked with a wicked grin. "You were just unable to leave them."

Zhu Xi raised her chin slightly, her body trembling slightly in mid-air.

The aftertaste lingers, and the crispness is intense.

Her eyes, which had just been turned away from the bathroom, were forcefully drawn back by Zhou Yinghuai, whose sexy, magnetic voice carried an unsatisfied emptiness as he said, "Sister Xi, finish what you have to say."

Zhu Xi snorted, the tone trailing off, "He's better at serving people than Tony at the barbershop. I'm quite pleased."

"Oh?"

"When they wash my hair, I'm always tense." Zhu Xi said that over the years, even in the dead of winter, she has rarely gone to a hair salon to wash her hair.

Mental rejection and physical resistance.

I never thought of having someone else wash my hair, but now that I've met Zhou Yinghuai, it's become an unexpected pleasure.

"Comparing me to other men outside?"

Zhu Xi is serious, but Zhou Yinghuai is not.

He lifted her chin, his fingertips tracing her flushed lips. "Sister Xi, have I told you?"

Zhu Xi's eyes were moist, her face was flushed, and a few strands of her half-dry hair clung to her face.

It has a very broken feel to it.

An unintelligible sound escaped her lips, and she swallowed hard, feigning sorrow.

A slender, soft arm climbed onto Zhou Yinghuai's strong, steady elbow. "Young master has said so much, I don't know which sentence he's referring to."

With this movement, the towel that was barely wrapped around his waist was completely piled up at his side.

A beautiful view unfolds before your eyes.

Zhou Yinghuai leaned forward and stood in front of her, letting her deliberately lift her leg slowly and wrap it around her waist.

"Zhu Xi," he called to her.

"I'm here," she replied.

"Mrs. Zhou".

"Mr. Zhou."

Their eyes met, one innocently seductive and the other hooked, their sweet, orchid-like scents mingling with each other's breath.

Zhou Yinghuai pressed his hand, which was hovering over her lips, harder. "Mrs. Zhou, have I ever told you I'm a very possessive man!"

"Oh?"

"I won't allow you to cling to me naked and openly discuss other men with me."

Zhu Xi's right side waist was completely under her control, and her domineering body wanted to press against her.

She was led forward, and then she heard another sentence, "I will not allow you to compare me with other men in this most beautiful and pure moment."

"I'm yours!" Zhou Yinghuai began to act domineeringly, slapping off the bath towel and pinning the person against the bathroom wall.

Everything went smoothly, like a perfectly matched mortise and tenon joint.

Zhu Xi snorted and, before the wonderful dream began, whispered in his ear, "Then you should also wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses."

Zhou Yinghuai paused for a moment, loosened his grip slightly, and was able to appreciate her more fully.

Listening to her muttering, "The epitome of a domineering CEO, Zhou Yinghuai!"

"I'm more susceptible to that!" she declared, stepping forward with all her might. "You idiot!"

-

Zhu Xi touched the concealer on her neck and finally remembered where Zhou Yinghuai's masterpiece came from and when and where it was written.

In the sweltering summer, that smiling face was wiped away by Zhou Yinghuai's slap.

Immediately, Zhou Yinghuai's knowing and smiling eyes clearly landed on Zhu Xi's phone screen.

Husband and wife are one, united in heart and soul.

Zhou Yinghuai understood perfectly what she was thinking at that moment.

"Does it look good?" he asked, adjusting it as he spoke. "Is it the style you like?"

The voice-over starts yelling again, "Sure enough, sure enough, you two just do it behind closed doors!"

Zhou Yinghuai found him annoying and stared at her intently. "Wait for me."

Zhu Xi blushed deeply and pressed the cool bottle against her face.

During a late-night conversation between husband and wife, he actually took the casual, intimate talk he made seriously.

A chill pervades the air, with the outside cold and the inside hot – another extreme of ice and fire.

She watched Zhou Yinghuai walk into the inner cubicle and heard the door lock click.

"I locked the door, and that annoying thing can't get in during the hot summer."

Zhu Xi pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhou Yinghuai waved his phone around, "This is my lounge, there's a bathroom inside."

"Why are you telling me this?" The heat on her face hadn't completely subsided, and the sweat on her back started acting up again.

Zhu Xi looked up and thought about complaining to the logistics department that the air conditioner was broken.

"Lingyi said that the domineering CEO vibe shouldn't be confined to the home," Zhou Yinghuai said in a risqué way. "I specially changed to your favorite mattress and bedding, and the toiletries in the bathroom were also brought from home."

He had the nerve to say it so seriously that Zhu Xi was too ashamed to listen.

"Sister Xi, would you like to experience it?"