In front of the vanity, everything was hazy in the steaming mist. He gripped the showerhead, lifted her onto the counter, and squeezed in between.
Warm, warm, warm.
She couldn't escape, couldn't push him away, and gradually fell into his rhythm.
Curves, intertwining, scratching…
Chang Xuyu bit his shoulder, her nails digging in, and muttered indistinctly that he was a pervert.
Yi Zhuo hissed, frowned, gently patted her, kissed the tip of her nose with his thin lips, then licked the droplets on her nose bridge, indicating she was right.
She would never be able to look at this showerhead the same way again…
Then came the endless night, waves surging, layer upon layer, crashing onto the shore in the early hours, pausing briefly, then regaining strength as the seawater on the shore dried, the rocks rubbing until they succumbed one after another.
Later, they returned to bed. In the darkness, his hand fumbled in the bedside drawer.
The small boxes in the drawer were all empty.
He took them all out—not a single one left.
They stared at each other. Chang Xuyu was mortified, on the verge of tears.
He pursed his lips, quickly ran downstairs, and pulled out a box from the storage cabinet.
Seeing the logo on the box, Chang Xuyu was speechless.
Her face flushed so red it nearly dripped blood, like a little rabbit cornered and about to bite. Holding her breath, she uttered the first curse word of her life: "Are you a pervert?"
Who buys this stuff by the case?! She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Later, her words were drowned in the passion he gave her, fragmented and chaotic.
He whispered in her ear slowly: "I didn't think that far ahead before. I felt like I used too many, so I just bought more. And it actually came in handy."
He was probably referring to the divorce.
Her heart suddenly clenched, aching a little. Only by holding him tightly could she ease it.
Seeing her response, he became even more unrestrained.
"I have to work tomorrow… Yi Zhuo…" After who knows how long, she called his full name in a soft voice, grabbed his hair, and tried to pull this dog off her.
Marks everywhere—how was she supposed to go to work! She really hated him.
Yi Zhuo kissed her eyes and grunted softly.
"That brand you like released a new collection. I bought you all the turtleneck sweaters in the series. They're in the walk-in closet. You can wear them tomorrow."
Her eyes widened as she looked at him.
Each piece from that brand cost at least four thousand yuan. Her monthly salary was only eight thousand. She had always wanted to buy one but couldn't bear to. After receiving a bonus, she only bought her mother a cashmere scarf from that brand for seven thousand yuan, leaving her almost broke. She gritted her teeth and didn't buy anything for herself.
She had planned to buy one next month after getting paid; she had been eyeing it for a long time but never had the chance.
She didn't expect him to know all that.
"Don't think you can do whatever you want just by coaxing me like this."
She bit her lip, refusing to accept his goodwill so easily. Although she was happy to hear him say that, why did he only buy turtlenecks? Clearly, he had ulterior motives—an excuse for his mischief, not genuine comfort.
Yi Zhuo frowned, then laughed: "Then what should I do?"
She was stubborn and awkward, unable to act cute or comfort others—a bit like him. Chang Xuyu bit her lip, not looking at him, not speaking.
"I get it," he nodded to himself. "Last time."
"What?"
What did he get?
She was a bit dazed. She hadn't said anything yet, and he already knew?
Before she could react, Yi Zhuo pressed her down and flipped her over—
…
Finally, both panting, Chang Xuyu hit him. So "last time" meant this last time. He was a pervert, never asking her, always scaring her. She hated him the most.
"You're thirty now. Doesn't Dr. Song usually remind you to be careful?" she murmured quietly.
Yi Zhuo stopped, pulled her closer, touched a certain spot, his face expressionless, his eyes narrowing: "Looks like you're not satisfied with me yet. I should work harder."
Chang Xuyu blushed at his teasing, didn't dare to say anything more, and nestled obediently in his arms. She admired how he could always act serious while being a pervert.
Yi Zhuo looked at her and curled his lips.
She was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting, and she couldn't think about anything else. It seemed she could fall asleep any second.
And in the next second, his low voice slowly rose in her ear: "Xuyu, take some leave next week. Let's go on a trip?"
Her job was too exhausting. Although she liked it, considering her health, he still felt sorry for her.
Actually, he originally wanted her to quit after they got married. After all, the money he earned was certainly enough for her.
But the premise was that he loved her, so he respected her career. He would discuss things with her and not interfere with her work on his own.
Chang Xuyu couldn't think anymore. She just replied instinctively, with a helpless smile: "Do you think I'm a freelancer? My students are about to take the college entrance exam. How can I just take leave whenever I want?"