Qiu Hu was bored and turned on the TV to wait for him. Ning Yizhan got ready and went over to sit next to her. She naturally lay down on his feet, which was quite comfortable.

"Is it comfortable?" Ning Yizhan looked down at the woman beneath him. She was still focused on the plot and didn't notice the man's change.

"Um".

"Is there anything even more comfortable? Want some?" the man tempted her, whispering in her ear.

"What is it?" Qiu Hu asked without paying any attention.

Ning Yizhan grabbed Qiu Hu's waist and pulled her close to him.

Qiu Hu was startled by his sudden action and grabbed his hand off her body. "What are you doing?"

Ning Yizhan rested his head on her shoulder, loosening his grip slightly, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. "What do you think?"

Upon realizing what was happening, Qiu Hu's ears immediately burned. Turning back to look at the man with a slight smile on his lips, he thought, "He's here again. He's only been quiet for a few days!" The events of the past few days were still vivid in her mind.

Before she could think further, the man turned off the TV, picked her up, carried her towards the master bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.

Qiu Hu reacted quickly this time. Having learned from her previous experience, she immediately sat up, not wanting him to succeed so easily. She just wanted to tease him, "What? Why do you always hit me so hard? Do you think I'm very durable?"

"...No, didn't I protect you?" He always protected him with his hand.

"I don't care, get away!" Qiu Hu was standing right in front of the man's abdomen. She pushed him away forcefully and walked towards the bathroom, complaining, "You think about this kind of thing every day. You're hopeless. I'm going to take a shower."

The woman stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Ning Yizhan was left brooding by the bed. What had he done wrong today? Oh well, he went to the bathroom in the second bedroom to take a shower, saving time.

When he came out and returned to the master bedroom, the sound of water in the bathroom was still going on. Showering was so slow. He leaned against the bed and replied to messages.

Three-person group (3), ...

Shao Jin: @Ning Yizhan, why haven't we seen you guys for days? @Shao Ling, have you not been home for days?

Ning Yizhan: I'm very busy every day!

Shao Jin: What are you busy with? You used to be so busy every day that you still had time to go out for drinks, but now?

Ning Yizhan: I stay with Qiu Hu every night. She can't sleep without me holding her.

Shao Jin: Do you think I believe that?

Ning Yizhan: Believe it or not.

...

Shao Ling: I've been busy lately with studying Shuzi and the violin.

Shao Jin: Okay, okay, you're all busy dating, right?

Ning Yizhan: People who don't need the warmth of a family and are against marriage like you wouldn't understand.

Just as Ning Yizhan was about to continue their conversation, Qiu Hu's voice came from the bathroom, "Ning Yizhan, get me my clothes."

He immediately put down his phone, took out pajamas for her from the closet, carefully selected one he liked, and finally found a nightgown with the least amount of fabric. He then knocked on the bathroom door, "Ah Hu, pajamas."

The person inside opened a small crack and stretched out a hand that was still dripping wet. Looking at that slender and delicate hand, with its neatly trimmed pink and white thumb nails, he stared intently, feeling an urge to pull her out. He bit his lower lip, barely managing to restrain himself, before placing the pajamas on that hand.

Qiu Hu took the pajamas inside, glanced at them, and thought, "Great, he's brought out the pajamas I've never worn before, which were at the bottom of my closet." This pajamas was bought for her by A Yi. A Yi also had one; it was bought for her during her last relationship. She thought it was pretty and bought one for her too. When she moved in, she packed too many and put it at the bottom of her closet. This man brought it out, huh?

She deliberately didn't bring her pajamas and made Ning Yizhan bring them, which was indeed unexpected. They brought her these pajamas, is this how they always play games?

She put on her nightgown, which was far too short and a bit see-through, barely covering her buttocks. She stretched out her hand and... a plan formed in her mind. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought, "How could I be so wicked!"

So, she walked out of the bathroom with her hair still dripping wet, holding a hairdryer, and called out to Ning Yizhan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a soft and sweet voice, "Come here for a moment."

Ning Yizhan's attention was entirely on her at that moment. He hadn't expected that this nightgown would have such a strong visual impact. He stumbled over to her, asking, "What's wrong?"

The woman stared at his face, wrapped one arm around his neck, tilted her head back and kissed his lips. The man felt his lips touch something softer than jelly, his favorite. The woman even subtly traced the shape of his lips, but he could clearly feel it.

He reached out and put his arm around the woman's waist, feeling a surge of energy gathering in his lower abdomen, causing him immense discomfort. He could only find some relief by taking something from the woman.

Sensing that the woman wanted to let go of him, he chased after her, seized the initiative, and their lips met again. But the feeling was completely different from before; the gentle tenderness was gone, replaced by a fierce possessiveness.

After a long while, the man finally released her. She leaned against his chest to calm down, but felt the hand on her waist tightening. When she had calmed down, she finally pushed him away and put the hairdryer in his hand, saying, "Help me dry my hair."

"..." Asking him to blow-dry his hair now would be like asking him to die. "Can I not help you?"

"Please help me!" Qiu Hu grabbed his sleeve and snuggled into his arms, pleading sweetly.

"Fine," he simply couldn't refuse Qiu Hu.

The two went to the mirror, plugged in the power cord, turned on the power switch, tested the temperature on the back of his hand, and then blew up Qiu Hu's hair.

During this time, he noticed that Qiu Hu's nightgown barely covered her snow-white back—not even half of it. The two thin straps added to the visual conflict. His eyes darkened with lust. Had he chosen the wrong clothes?

Fifteen minutes later, this "hard work" finally ended. He put down the hairdryer, walked out without even glancing at it, hid back in bed, covered himself with the blanket, and stood there blankly, trying to calm himself down.

No one knew how much he wanted to have sex with Qiu Hu in the bathroom. Qiu Hu hadn't let him touch her earlier, and if he had, Qiu Hu would definitely be angry. He had been restraining himself, feeling so wronged!

Qiu Hu: There's nothing I can do. You started it first, and you chose the clothes yourself.

Qiu Hu meticulously styled her hair inside before coming out. She then sat down at her vanity and applied a face mask. Ning Yizhan didn't say a word during this time. Normally, he would urge her to finish her skincare routine quickly, but he was unusually quiet today. Was he really upset? No, she couldn't be soft-hearted.

After dawdling for another half hour, it was almost midnight before she finally climbed into bed. By then, Ning Yizhan was already lying down, eyes closed, asleep.

He calmed down for more than half an hour and did fall asleep, but he woke up as soon as Qiu Hu got into bed.

If you say "Hey" and there's no response, then they're asleep.

She started by wrapping her arms around the man's waist and tapping his abs with three fingers like she was playing the piano. After a few moments, the man turned his back to her, and she lost interest in him. But she didn't stop. She put her hand inside his clothes and blatantly touched him, even putting her feet on his legs.

The next second, the man grabbed her hand, stepped over her, brought her in front of him, and pinned her down...