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

Zhu Xi thought of the way Director Hao looked at her and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

It was frosty and she was walking barefoot on it.

They can barely stand, yet they still have to run as fast as they can, just so they don't fall behind.

Falling down is common, and getting bruised and battered is normal.

And now, a phone call...

"Zhou Yinghuai, I really feel tired." She took a step to the right, brushed past Zhou Yinghuai's shoulder, and walked inside.

This dormitory was plunged into this frozen stillness for the first time.

It's still summer, and we can't live without air conditioning.

They were still deeply in love.

Mingming, last night was still a family dinner with fireworks, two or three close friends, talking about the future.

Clearly, when the moon is bright and the stars are few, their body temperatures are equally intense; they embrace each other and take root and sprout together.

Clearly...

Zhou Yinghuai stood still, facing the doorway.

His face showed unresolved worry, yet he was trying his best to restrain himself.

Zhu Xi had her back to him, and after taking only a few steps, she had to stop again.

All those things in front of her rushed into her sore eyes.

It can't be pulled out, it can't be pulled out.

A warm yellow light shone above the desk.

Zhu Xi's eyes were sore and swollen, and her mind was blank as she thought about how Zhou Yinghuai had stood and sat here many times, earnestly reminding her to take care of her eyes.

When reading, you should adjust the light to eye-protection mode. Don't think it's too much trouble; just use one light source and keep it on all the time.

Eating allows your eyes to rest; adjust the lighting to a soothing, warm tone. However, you shouldn't just sit there all the time just because it's inconvenient; you should get up and move around more.

Rest, needless to say.

She turned around.

My throat is dry.

The churning soreness and bitterness in my chest hit the icy, slippery surface several times.

I want to break through the stagnation, I want to transform into a butterfly and fly away.

Zhu Xi rushed over.

She pounced on Zhou Yinghuai's dejected back.

"Zhou Yinghuai." Her voice trembled with sobs as Zhu Xi pressed her forehead against his back. "Zhou Yinghuai, Zhou Yinghuai."

She called his name over and over again, tears welling up in her eyes, crying uncontrollably.

Zhou Yinghuai felt the dampness behind him and sensed Zhu Xi's heartfelt, unprecedented lament.

That kind of helpless accusation against life, that kind of condemnation and questioning of the decline of morality.

And in her disordered sobs, I could hear her deep appreciation for the present and her intolerance of betrayal and desecration.

He turned around and almost instantly caught all of Zhu Xi's unease and negative emotions.

He cupped her face in one hand, gazing at her red, tear-filled eyes with tenderness and affection.

Zhu Xi's eyes turned completely red.

She bit her lip and didn't let go.

"Xi Xi, my angel."

"We are now intertwined by blood and bone, sharing the same lineage, and bound by the same roots in life and death."

"I long to spend my leisure time with you, watching the years pass by, enjoying each other's company in a carefree and joyful way."

Not a single "I love you" was mentioned in those three sentences.

Every word represents our future together, and it will surely be wonderful.

At this point, Zhu Xi completely lost control.

-

Zhou Yinghuai's fingertip moved a few seconds faster than his lips, unwilling to let her blame herself any further, and even less allowed her to torment herself.

The beauty of words is sometimes less effective than the swiftness of actions.

Zhou Yinghuai knew she desperately wanted some reassurance; he understood.

then.

My fingers, which I had just washed clean together, gently pressed against her teeth marks, soothing her inner turmoil.

Then his large, warm palm moved back to her clear and beautiful chin.

Gently lift it up, and a kiss falls.

It landed on her tear-streaked cheeks, gently licking and wiping, trying to sweep away all the salty unease.

Zhu Xi sought a sense of security in his arms, clutching his clothes tightly, only to be lifted up again.

Their bodies were pressed together, as were their lips.

It's hard to say whose body temperature is higher, or whose lips and tongue are more passionate.

It's impossible to tell whether this kiss was an apology, a confession, or some other kind of emotional outpouring.

Zhu Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly as they were taken away, kissed, and soothed.

Zhou Yinghuai's kiss was slow and gentle, not intense, like a spring breeze or a summer breeze.

Gradually, the two reconciled during that kiss.

Zhou Yinghuai reluctantly let go of her, yet he was also unwilling to completely let go.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Zhu Xi's red lips were glistening, her eyes were bright and slightly red, and her breathing was light and shallow.

The flowery, pretentious words couldn't capture the mood of the moment, nor could they fill the void in her body; Zhou Yinghuai had lost his composure again.

"Wife," Zhou Yinghuai said coquettishly, pressing his forehead against hers, "You're being so unreasonable."

Zhu Xi's chest was still heaving, and she replied weakly, "Mmm."

"Zhou Yinghuai." She called his name coaxingly, her tone softening, her demeanor even more tender, "I shouldn't have done that."

"Why."

Zhou Yinghuai sighed helplessly, then moved his large hand down a little to his lower back and easily lifted the person up.

He tilted his head back and kissed Zhu Xi's lips again, saying, "Mom won't cause any trouble."

Zhu Xi was taller than him when he held her like that.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looking up at him.

"Ms. Guan believes in a laissez-faire parenting policy; she basically doesn't interfere in her children's upbringing unless it involves principles." Zhou Yinghuai still apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll check. Was that phone call made by your mother?"

Zhu Xi bent down and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her waist and hips were soft and heavy, and her chin rested on Zhou Yinghuai's shoulder.

"No need to ask," Zhu Xi added firmly, "You don't need to ask."

-

An unexpected argument, or perhaps it wasn't even an argument.

It did not affect Zhu Xi's appetite.

Her eyes are a little swollen, as is the tip of her nose.

Zhou Yinghuai took a bottle of lime juice from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a thin towel.

"Let it cool for a while."

Zhu Xi sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, the ergonomic chair fitting snugly against her lower back.

"I was wrong."

She apologized again.

This comfort and ease are all thanks to Zhou Yinghuai.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled and used his free hand to ruffle her hair. "You really know you were wrong?"

Zhu Xi nodded and took the cool bottle.

Zhou Yinghuai sat down next to her. "Now that you know you were wrong, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"You say it," Zhu Xi said, covering the bottle with her eyes and refusing to look at him.

Or rather, she didn't dare look at him.

Her mother-in-law, Ms. Guan.

Such a magnanimous person, even if she did call Director Hao and asked for his help, it should have been for her own good.

After calming down for a while, Zhu Xi understood.

It's likely that Zhou Lingyi went back yesterday and said some words of sympathy to Ms. Guan.

That's why her mother-in-law made an exception and overstepped her bounds, which led to this phone call.

Zhou Yinghuai rarely saw her looking guilty, so he deliberately wanted to tease her.

"Since you know you're wrong, I'm punishing you by not letting you eat dinner."

Zhu Xi's wrist, which was holding the bottle, went limp, and the 550ml bottle of liquid, with a towel hanging from it, landed squarely on Zhou Yinghuai's foot.

He winced in pain, his features contorting. "Wow, young lady, are you trying to murder your husband?!"