Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Pei Jinhe's eyes stung and burned, but she held back her tears and said softly, "Shen Huaiyu, thank you."

Shen Huaiyu lowered his gaze and stared at the girl's bright, watery peach blossom eyes.

Her eyes are beautiful, and they look at people with a deep affection, like a jar of fine aged wine, gentle and intoxicating.

Shen Huaiyu's breathing quickened as he suppressed his erratic heartbeat, his voice husky and sexy: "I'm home."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

Pei Jinhe followed in his footsteps and walked beside her.

In the quiet environment, the footsteps were exceptionally clear, landing with a resounding thud on the heart.

……

As soon as the door opened, Number One's lively voice rang out: "Master, welcome home with your husband."

Pei Jinhe: "..."

As soon as I got home, a completely speechless incident happened to her.

Aunt Wang, who was watching TV, smiled so much that her wrinkles gathered together. In order not to disturb the two of them, she stood up and walked towards her room. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to turn off the TV.

Noticing Pei Jinhe's mood, Number One asked, "Master, are you unhappy? Did your husband make you angry?"

Before Pei Jinhe could answer, it approached Shen Huaiyu, its long mechanical arm extending to point at him and demand, "What's wrong with you? What use is a husband who doesn't know how to cherish his wife? Go and appease your master!"

Pei Jinhe glanced at Shen Huaiyu, who asked with interest, "How do you coax him?"

"Let me search." Number One activated the automatic search system, and soon it read out the results.

"You can give your wife gifts, such as flowers, chocolates, diamonds, gold... Take her out to play, but remember, don't say one thing and do another. A good man should give all his money to his wife..."

"You can also drive."

Pei Jinhe is now so sensitive to the word "driving" that many censored images flash through her mind, and a blush creeps onto her fair face.

Surely her mind doesn't become impure after she's tasted meat once?

But that time was truly an accident. She was drunk and didn't remember anything, not even who the other person was.

"But what does making your wife happy have to do with driving? Are you going to do it in the car?"

System Number One cannot understand such a profound question for the time being: "Master, System Number One requests a system update."

Pei Jinhe blushed furiously: "Shut up! I would have been doing something pointless to give you a voice system."

Shen Huaiyu looked at her ears, which were flushed red, and his thin lips curled slightly. He showed a rare bit of patience and asked Number One, "Where did you find all this information?"

"Baidu's Big System".

Number One nudged Shen Huaiyu's leg with his robotic arm: "Second Master, quickly go and coax the Master according to the method I taught you. After you've coaxed the Master, the most important thing is to tell Number One what driving means."

Its voice was very innocent and pure, like a child humbly seeking knowledge.

But Pei Jinhe desperately wanted to disappear into the ground.

They use the same language system, which works fine on other robots, so why does it suddenly change when it comes to Number One?

Shen Huaiyu glanced at the little girl who was bowing her head like a quail, and a smile flashed in his dark phoenix eyes: "I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"Thank you, Second Master," Number One's cheerful voice rang out.

Pei Jinhe looked up and glared at him: "How old are you? What are you doing fooling around with a robot?"

Talking about driving? What's so interesting about that?

"I was just telling it about driving, what were you thinking?" He deliberately emphasized the word "driving," leaving much to the imagination.

Pei Jinhe exploded: "Don't mention those two words!"

This driving is not the same as that driving.

Does he not know what he means?

Can you blame her for overthinking?

Shen Huaiyu couldn't help but chuckle.

Pei Jinhe stormed inside.

Sweet music started playing from the TV, which was still on. Pei Jinhe turned around and looked.

The male and female leads in the TV series kissed so passionately that they couldn't bear to part, and even their lipsticks got smudged.

If she were alone, she would only smile like an aunt seeing this scene, but Shen Huaiyu is here now.

The lingering, poignant music paired with such a stimulating scene creates an incredibly ambiguous atmosphere.

Pei Jinhe turned around and ran into the house, trying to pretend she hadn't seen anything.

However, as soon as she turned around, she met Shen Huaiyu's eyes.

His eyes were very dark, and they seemed to have a huge suction force, pulling her soul downwards. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she actually saw a hint of doting tenderness in Shen Huaiyu's eyes.

Is it just my imagination?

The air flowing in the room carried heat, pressing down on my heart with a burning, scorching heat.

His gaze was so captivating that Pei Jinhe blinked her long eyelashes twice, lowered her eyes, and avoided Shen Huaiyu's gaze.

She stammered, "I...I'm going back to sleep now."

She dared not have any thoughts, fearing that she was just imagining things.

Shen Huaiyu stood there, watching the girl's hurried retreating figure, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to deepen a little.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of cold water.

The cool water went down my throat, barely suppressing the rising heat inside my body.

This feeling of unfamiliarity was something he had never experienced in the previous twenty-six years of his life.

It seemed that something had pried open his cold heart and shattered his previously lifeless existence.

...

After Pei Jinhe finished showering and came out of the bathroom, Shen Huaiyu, wearing pajamas, pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom.

He was slightly damp, his pajamas were not fully buttoned, and the clothes hung loosely on his body, revealing glimpses of his muscles.

Shen Huaiyu sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. He asked Pei Jinhe, "Want to sleep?"

It was a perfectly normal question, but in the current context, it inexplicably took on a somewhat ambiguous tone.

Pei Jinhe clenched her fists: "I'm going out tomorrow."

Shen Huaiyu asked, "Do you need me to arrange a driver for you?"

"No, I'm just going shopping with a friend."

Pei Jinhe paused, then added, "It's just Yingying and me."

Shen Huaiyu nodded: "Go ahead, remember to come back for dinner tonight."

"Okay," Pei Jinhe replied.

Once the lights were turned off, the room was plunged into darkness.

The two had been sharing a bed for about ten days, and Pei Jinhe had almost gotten used to it. She fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Just as Shen Huaiyu was getting sleepy, a soft body rolled into his arms.

His body froze instantly, a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen and quickly spreading throughout his body, making his breathing quicken.

Shen Huaiyu took a deep breath, nudged her shoulder, and said in a low, restrained voice, "Pei Jinhe."