A box of steaming spicy roasted leeks, with red oil dripping down the disposable lunch box.

"Lina!"

A furry head popped out from under the quilt.

Lina lay on his chest, her fingertips rubbing circles along the edge of the bandage.

"The doctor said you lost too much blood and need to sweat."

“Click—”

The ward door was pushed open.

Lei Shuangcheng, who had just entered, saw this scene and quickly left the room with a smile on his face.

Renault pinched Lina's chin with enough force to leave bruises on an ordinary person's skin.

But when he saw the chili oil on the corner of her mouth, he suddenly changed his mind.

"You like spicy food so much?"

He ran his thumb over her lower lip, spreading the red oil. "I'll keep you company."

The kiss tasted of blood and the burning sensation of chili peppers.

Lina's eyes turned red from being choked, and her fingers clenched her hospital gown.

But I heard a devilish whisper from above my head:

"This is the real... sweat therapy."

…

At eight o'clock in the morning, Shi Heng drove Gu Youran to the Shi family's old house to celebrate the New Year.

The doorway of the old house was hung with red lanterns, and the newly pasted word "Fu" was shining brightly.

The lively atmosphere of the New Year is everywhere.

Gu Youran was wearing a bright red new cotton-padded jacket today. It was the latest model of the "Nianwan" brand designed by her mother-in-law, which made her skin look particularly white.

Shi Heng also rarely wore a dark red cashmere coat with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, making him look particularly handsome and energetic.

The two went to the study first to prepare to write Spring Festival couplets.

Gu Youran carefully ground the ink, while Shi Heng picked up the brush and wrote on the red paper:

First couplet: Angelica sinensis, Rehmannia glutinosa, and Acacia seeds

Second line: Shi Heng leisurely Heju skin

Just when he was about to write the horizontal banner "A Happy Marriage for a Hundred Years", he suddenly grabbed Gu Youran's hand.