Fu Chenyuan chuckled softly, lowered his head, and gently touched Jiang Wanning's lips: "I'm sorry, I'll be gentler next time."

Fu Chenyuan's words only made Jiang Wanning's face turn even redder.

Fu Chenyuan picked up Jiang Wanning and carried her to the bathroom.

At this moment, Jiang Wanning no longer cared about being shy and let Fu Chenyuan clean her.

This process is very grueling.

Jiang Wanning found it tedious, and Fu Chenyuan's back was also soaked with sweat.

He took a thick towel and wrapped it around Jiang Wanning, then wiped the moisture off her body.

"Do you still have the strength? Can you still stand? I'll go change the sheets. If you can't, sit on the sofa and I'll carry you to change your clothes when I'm ready."

Jiang Wanning felt that her physical condition was already quite good, but today she felt unusually weak.

She had no idea there were other ways to do it; she was utterly exhausted.

Hearing Fu Chenyuan say that, Jiang Wanning was naturally not to be outdone.

She has always been self-reliant and strong-willed, so she only shows a little weakness in front of Fu Chenyuan.

Jiang Wanning spoke, her voice a little hoarse: "A Yuan, don't underestimate me. I exercise regularly, okay?"

After saying that, Jiang Wanning tried to break free from Fu Chenyuan's embrace.

Fu Chenyuan carefully put Jiang Wanning down, as if she were a rare treasure, as if she were something fragile.

When Jiang Wanning's feet touched solid ground, her legs immediately went weak.

Seeing that her legs were about to give way and she was about to sit on the ground, Fu Chenyuan reacted quickly, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back into his arms.

Hearing low laughter behind her, Jiang Wanning became furious and embarrassed.

"It's all your fault."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. So, how about I carry my Wanwan to the sofa as punishment?"

Fu Chenyuan is too easy to talk to; he seems to have no temper in front of Jiang Wanning.

At this moment, his mind and eyes were filled with Jiang Wanning.

After Fu Chenyuan finished speaking, he picked up Jiang Wanning and put her down on the sofa.

Jiang Wanning was still wrapped in a bath towel and not wearing pajamas. Her limbs were long and slender, and her long legs were exposed.

Because of this sitting posture, she felt uncomfortable in every way.

Fu Chenyuan lowered his head and gently kissed Jiang Wanning's shoulder. Jiang Wanning felt a tingling sensation in her shoulder, and even her heart seemed to tremble.

After kissing Jiang Wanning, Fu Chenyuan went to change the bed sheets.

Jiang Wanning looked at him. The man was wearing a simple, loose-fitting T-shirt made of soft and thin material.

As he moved, his clothes clearly outlined the contours of his waist and back.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, the curve from shoulder to waist is simply amazing.

Jiang Wanning couldn't help but stare at Fu Chenyuan's back with fascination.

She recalled the intimate moments when her hands wrapped around his waist and then slid across his back, leaving marks.

If Fu Chenyuan were shirtless at this moment, the red marks from her scratches would definitely be visible.

Besides the red mark, there were also scars on Fu Chenyuan's body.

But Fu Chenyuan had the lights off at the time, so she couldn't see.

Even when he took her to the bathroom, he didn't take off his shirt.

There were only the two of them on the island, and they did all the chores themselves.

Jiang Wanning was surprised that Fu Chenyuan was so skilled at even things like making the bed.

What is there that Fu Chenyuan is incapable of doing?

As Fu Chenyuan finished making the bed and was about to sit up, Jiang Wanning hugged him from behind, her fingers gently stroking his back.

Fu Chenyuan felt that the area where Jiang Wanning touched the scar seemed to be burning hot.

Fu Chenyuan turned around and grabbed Jiang Wanning's two hands.

Jiang Wanning's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved: "You saw everything about me, but you turned off the lights. I couldn't see your back clearly. Ayuan, your waistline is very beautiful; I wanted to take a good look at it under the lights."

Fu Chenyuan stiffened: "You, you shouldn't look, okay? It's not pretty. I'll scare you."

In fact, Jiang Wanning had also shed tears in the darkness. When her hand touched those scars, tears dripped down and hit his heart, making him feel as if those tears were hot, as if they were burning his heart.

"You won't let me see it, but I keep thinking about it. Honey, aren't we husband and wife?"

Sure enough, Jiang Wanning knew how to act coquettishly.

The moment she called out "husband," Fu Chenyuan's eyes lit up.

Even when they were being intimate before, she would bite her lip so tightly whenever he tried to get her to call him "husband."

Upon hearing that "husband," Fu Chenyuan felt that familiar feeling return.

He's not enough yet.

If he really had enough, Jiang Wanning estimated that he wouldn't have the energy to talk to him anymore and would probably have already fallen into a deep sleep.

She was the person he had longed for, searched for, and kept hidden in his heart for so long; how could he bear to torment her?

He wanted to cherish her, to truly cherish her.

Everything is based on her feelings.

Even the slightest frown from her makes him wonder if she's uncomfortable, if she's in pain, or if he's hurting her.

"Honey, I'll keep thinking about how scary it is if I don't watch it. I'm not scared. Can you show it to me?"

She called him "husband" again and again, and there was no disgust in her eyes, but rather heartache.

If he refuses again, then he's just being dramatic.

"Promise me you won't cry. I can't bear to see you cry," Fu Chenyuan demanded of her promise.

Jiang Wanning nodded vigorously, muttering, "I'm not a crybaby."

This sentence carries a hint of coquetry.

Fu Chenyuan lowered his head and gently touched Jiang Wanning's lips.

After touching him, he nervously apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot your lips still hurt."

Jiang Wanning hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Silly girl, it doesn't hurt anymore after a shower. You've recovered."

Jiang Wanning took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, so Fu Chenyuan had no reason to be reserved.

Upon hearing Jiang Wanning say that it didn't hurt anymore, Fu Chenyuan immediately became aggressive and kissed her, following his instincts.

He kissed me too forcefully at first, but then he seemed to remember something, and the kiss became gentle and tender.

After their lips finally parted, Jiang Wanning still hadn't forgotten her purpose.

Her voice was soft and sweet. She touched the hem of Fu Chenyuan's clothes with her fingertips and said a single word: "Take it off."

Fu Chenyuan almost couldn't hold back again.

With a nervous heart, Fu Chenyuan took off his shirt.

Jiang Wanning instinctively tried to cover her eyes.

She suddenly felt incredibly shameless for letting her newlywed husband soberly take off his clothes right in front of her.

She is conscious now.

The alcohol I drank two hours ago has already been eliminated through the sweat from my exercise.

She is now perfectly lucid.

Jiang Wanning forced herself to look directly at Fu Chenyuan, not allowing herself to escape.

Being too shy isn't good either. She needs to try to adapt, to adapt to the presence of this person in her life, to adapt to his clinginess, and to adapt to intimate contact with him.