Outside the window is a picturesque neon night scene of the city, and inside the house is a scene of handsome men exercising. How many people would envy such a day, but Yan Mo does not know how to appreciate it. He is completely immersed in the plot of the novel.

Even though Si Ze called her several times, she didn't hear him. He didn't disturb her and continued to run the unfinished journey.

Time passed, and Si Ze on the treadmill had completed the set six kilometers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck, turned his head to look at the balcony, and saw Yan Mo still fascinated. After pondering for a moment, he did not call her, turned around and went to the bathroom, intending to take a shower first.

Another half a minute passed, and the bathroom door was opened from the inside. Si Ze walked out with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. As expected, Yan Mo was on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the book, and even his posture did not change. The only difference was that the hammock chair was swinging gently.

This time, Si Ze did not hesitate. He strode to the balcony and stood behind her. He grabbed the vine rope of the hanging basket with both hands and bent down to get closer to her. He wanted to find out what kind of good book could be so fascinating that his wife ignored him.

"He hugged her tightly and pushed her against the wall. His hot breath hit her face. He ignored her resistance and bit her lips until the smell of blood filled their bodies..."

“…”

Si Ze read the contents of the book aloud to himself.

Yan Mo was startled and her body froze. Every word he read stimulated every nerve in her body. She was so scared that she suddenly closed the book, but did not dare to look back.

"Hey, why aren't you watching?" Si Ze asked knowingly, his eyes gleaming with a strange light: "I'm watching it with great interest. I also want to see what that overbearing CEO will do next."

Yan Mo's cheeks slowly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the color of liver. It was unknown whether he was angry or embarrassed by his words, but his expression kept changing.

He didn't care what she thought, he started stroking his chin and thinking, and finally came to the conclusion:

"So, Momo, you like this kind of exciting game." After saying that, she nodded, thinking that her guess was right. Si Ze didn't wait for her to answer and started muttering again: "No, I'm still too gentle, not what Momo likes."

When Si Ze thought about not being to her taste and not being able to satisfy her, he began to get anxious. After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and opened it, and began to search through it: "I have to buy something to help with the fun. Anything that can see blood? A whip? A candle?... No, no, I'll be heartbroken if I hurt my wife..."

The more Yan Mo listened, the wider her eyes opened. She didn't like those things, she didn't like excitement. His tricks, his techniques, she could hardly bear it.

Thinking of this, she immediately jumped out of the hanging basket and stood up, shouting to stop it: "Stop."

But when she saw his muscular and well-built figure, her eyelids twitched again, her cheeks turned red again, and she turned away a little embarrassedly. Although she had been with him many times, she had almost never seen him so nakedly.

With her sudden departure, the hanging basket lost its center of balance and Si Ze almost lost his balance. Fortunately, he had been exercising for many years and his waist was strong, so he did not fall.

He slowly stood up straight, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said deliberately:

"Momo, you don't want to watch anymore? How about watching for a while longer?"

"No, it's too late and you have to go to work tomorrow." Without thinking, Yan Mo decisively refused.

"Wife, that's great." Si Ze stepped aside from the hanging basket and walked slowly towards her. He stopped in front of her and turned her body to face him.

"Since my wife loves me so much, I have to love her too." As he said that, he picked up Yan Mo and walked into the room, and started to unbutton her collar as he walked.

Yan Mo had a bad feeling. He freed one of the two hands hanging around his neck and immediately held down his hand, saying seriously, "Si Ze, you need to be rational. Don't you have to get up early for work tomorrow? You can't do this. It's not good for your health."

"It's okay." Si Ze didn't care at all: "Don't worry about my health."

He looked at her with scrutinizing eyes: "Or, you don't like me as a person who can solve problems piece by piece? I do." As he said that, he exerted force with his hands, and a piece of Yan Mo's clothes was torn off. He threw it casually on the ground.

Afterwards, all that was left behind was an unspeakable mess of tattered clothes. In the end, Yan Mo had only two thoughts in his mind: one, it's over, Aunt Li will definitely find out tomorrow morning, and the other, who wrote that romance novel...

A sleepless night.

Yan Mo felt that just as she closed her eyes, Si Ze climbed out of the bed and successfully woke her up again. She looked at the time on the wall and it was just a quarter past five.

"Just leaving? Don't you want to sleep for a while?" Yan Mo said weakly.

"No, I have to go out of town today."

Si Ze shook his head, picked up the clothes on the shelf, put them on one by one, and then took out a dark gray suit jacket from the closet and put it on.

Yan Mo saw his outfit today: a light blue shirt and a grey jacket, which made him look mature and steady. If he wore the black tie in his hand, it would lose emphasis and give people a very depressing feeling.

She sat up from the bed and pointed at the cabinet:

"Si Ze, I remember you have a black and white tie in the third compartment. Try that one instead." He then pointed at the safe and continued, "Switch your watch for the long black leather belt."

"Okay." Si Ze didn't hesitate. He put down the tie in his hand, untied the watch on his wrist, and according to Yan Mo's instructions, took out the tie and put on the watch in the corresponding position.

Normally he was the one giving orders to others, but when he was suddenly given orders by her, instead of being displeased, he felt very happy in his heart, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's much better."

Yan Mo nodded with great satisfaction.

"That's right." Si Ze fastened the last button on his wrist and praised, "My wife has good taste." As he said that, he bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go!" Yan Mo pushed him away and urged.

Seeing that it was very late, Si Ze did not delay any longer and reminded her: "If you want, go out for a run later, and remember to eat breakfast!" Then he stood up and left the room.

Before leaving, he cleaned up the clothes on the floor outside and then left home.

After Si Ze left for a while, Yan Mo came out to clean up. The floor was spotless. If she hadn't been feeling back pain and discomfort all over her body, she would have suspected that last night was just an unrestrained dream.

However, she was a little worried. Could it be that Aunt Li got up early and cleaned up the place?

Yan Mo looked at the time. It was not even half past five. It was impossible for Aunt Li to come so early!

Do you want to knock on the door?

As soon as this idea came to her mind, she rejected it, thinking that it was too impolite and uncultured.

Finally, Yan Mo decided to wait. Even if Aunt Li was late, she should be out by six o'clock! Her Aunt Hong got up at half past six every day.