apartment.

Ai Zhiyin woke up in a daze, feeling a little itchy on her neck and a chill on her body. She struggled to open her eyes and saw the man in front of her.

"What are you doing?" She pushed him away and quickly pulled the two lapels of her bathrobe together.

Han Ji knelt in front of her, half-raised his body, and said with a smile: "I miss you again."

He was shirtless and wore light-colored sweatpants.

Ai Zhiyin sat up, pushed him, bent her knees, and tried to pull her legs out from under his crotch.

But the hem of the bathrobe was pressed under his knees and could not be pulled out.

Han Ji pretended not to notice and asked with a smile, "Are you finally awake?"

Ai Zhiyin glared at him, "What time is it now?"

Han Ji: "It's past ten o'clock."

Half a day has passed since I left at noon.

Ai Zhiyin glanced around, her head aching slightly. "Where are my clothes?"

Han Ji: "I took it off. There's no one else here to help you."

Ai Zhiyin glared at him: "I was asking where my clothes went."

Han Ji: "I washed it, but it's not dry yet."

A faint fragrance came from the bathrobe, it was the smell of shower gel.

Ai Zhiyin frowned: "Did you help me take a bath?"

"What else?" Han Ji lifted one leg and got out of bed. "I washed your hair and dried it for you. Oh, and I brushed your teeth for you too."

“…”

Han Ji looked at her frightened and panicked expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "No one else has been here, it's absolutely clean. You shouldn't cry anymore, right?"

Of course Ai Zhiyin knew that he was talking about that time in the small villa. She felt that place was not clean and did not want to be defiled there, so she cried.

Han Ji bent down and gently kissed Ai Zhiyin's cheek.

Ai Zhiyin's heart suddenly jumped, and she dodged, "What are you doing?"

"You are my wife, a kiss to you is not too much, right?"

"I'm not used to it," Ai Zhiyin moved closer, putting some distance between him and her. "In the future... please don't do this."

"What?" Han Ji frowned and asked deliberately.

"So casual."

Han Ji felt a hint of suppressed anger in his heart, "You call it casual with you?"

Ai Zhiyin: "No? I told you not to use the same flirting tactics you use with others against me."

Han Ji was stunned, and a basin of cold water was poured on his head, making his chest feel cold.

"I didn't expect you to deny me so thoroughly." Han Ji even felt that what he did was no different from those hooligans who harassed women on the street in Ai Zhiyin's eyes.

The disgust and wariness in her eyes stung so painfully.

His desire for intimacy with her was simply a natural act between husband and wife, but she completely denied this.

She chalked them up to him flirting with other women.

This means she completely wants to cut ties with him and doesn't want to accept even a little bit of his gentleness.

"Zhiyin, please don't be like this." Han Ji sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab Ai Zhiyin's hand, but he pulled it back ruthlessly.

"I might flirt with someone over a drink, but I won't flirt with anyone in private, let alone... pester you to be intimate like I am now..." Han Ji knew that he was in the wrong, and he also knew that if he pestered her too much, she would get tired of him.

"Don't say that again. I don't want to hear it," Ai Zhiyin said coldly. "I have to go to my parents to wish them a happy new year tomorrow morning. Go to bed early."

As she spoke, she turned around, simply adjusted the pillow, and turned over to lie down with her back to him.

Han Ji looked at her back lying on her side, feeling helpless.

When will she stop showing her indifference and disgust so obviously?

"Can I still sleep in the same bed with you?" he asked.

"If I say no, will you agree?"

"No."

Ai Zhiyin said nothing more and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp on her side.

Obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

Han Ji sighed, walked to the other side and got on the bed.

Before he could lie down properly, Ai Zhiyin turned over again and faced away from him.

Pain, suppressed pain, tormenting pain. This pain accumulates in the chest, unable to go up or down, and it is very uncomfortable.

Originally, he thought that as long as Ai Zhiyin didn't divorce him, it wouldn't matter if she despised him, scolded him, or blamed him for the rest of her life.

Now it seems that he had no idea of ​​his greed at all.

Before a day had passed, he started thinking about wanting more and more.

He wanted her, but he also wanted her to treat him gently as before, and he also wanted her to have another child with him, so that they could stop caring about the past and live a good life in the future.

But thinking back, he was just dreaming after all.

Why did he ask Ai Zhiyin to let bygones be bygones and forget the past?

He has no such qualifications.

Why didn't he realize before that making Ai Zhiyin angry and upset would eventually backfire on him?

"What are your parents missing lately?" Han Ji asked. "If there's anything they need, I'll have someone prepare it tomorrow morning. There's still time."

"What did you buy?"

"My assistant said donkey hide gelatin is popular as a gift this year, so I asked him to buy a few boxes."

“No donkey hide gelatin.”

Han Ji bit his lip slightly and said, "Okay, I'll ask them to retreat."

He didn't ask why he didn't want donkey-hide gelatin.

He knew because of Kan Tong.

"Cigarettes and alcohol are necessary, so these two should be fine, right?" he asked.

"Um."

"Tea and silk scarves are an annual tradition, and I've had them prepared."

"Can."

"I accompany you home every year."

"Are you taking credit for it?" Ai Zhiyin asked back.

Han Ji immediately shut up and said no more.

"You reminded me simply to tell me that you've been fulfilling your responsibilities as a husband and that you don't completely disregard me as your wife," Ai Zhiyin sneered. "You only accompany me home once a year, and I live in your house every day. Have I ever asked you for credit?"

"Don't say anymore," Han Ji interrupted, "I was wrong. I know I didn't do enough. In the future... I will change."

Ai Zhiyin was so good at saying hurtful and harsh words that he had no choice but to bow his head and agree.

"If you said that in the past, I might have been soft-hearted, but now... it just makes me feel like a joke."

"Friend..." Han Ji pleaded, "Can you please not be so harsh? I, I feel very uncomfortable here." He pointed to his heart.

"I'm not upset that you cheated on me?" Ai Zhiyin rolled over. "Do you know what you look like to me? Acting pitiful! And then what? Gaining my sympathy? Turning around and making me continue to accept your hurt and betrayal?"

"I won't, never!" Han Ji said seriously, "I swear, from now on, I will never betray you, Ai Zhiyin."

Ai Zhiyin looked at him, despair in her eyes. She snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe it. You have no credibility with me anymore. There are only zero times and countless times of cheating."

"Friend..." Han Ji pleaded with a hint of resentment, "What can I do to make you regain your confidence in me?"

"I said, unless we can turn back time, it will be impossible."