...

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Chuyan's languid voice rang out from inside the boudoir: "I feel like I've been completely fooled by you."

Zuan chuckled: "You don't like it?"

Chu Chuyan buried her head in his chest, too embarrassed to answer.

...

"It's getting late, I'm going back." Zu'an looked at the night outside the window.

Just as he was about to get up, a pair of soft hands pulled him back.

Facing Zu An's somewhat puzzled gaze, Chu Chuyan, still in bed, stammered, "Actually...actually, you didn't have to leave."

"Huh?" Zuan was both surprised and delighted.

Chu Chuyan immediately felt guilty and hurriedly pulled the blanket over her head, saying in a muffled voice, "Don't overthink it, I just saw that the door and window of your room are broken... After your room is fixed, go back to sleep by yourself."

Zuan laughed heartily, then crawled into bed and embraced the beauty's soft body: "Your own wife knows how to take care of you!"

Chu Chuyan's tone suddenly rose: "Do you have something going on with someone else's wife?"

"No, no," Zuan hurriedly explained, "it was just a slip of the tongue."

It's said that men's words are unreliable, and women's words are unreliable too.

Chu Chuyan had clearly promised him that she wouldn't mind him seeing other women, so why is she acting like a jealous person now?

"Really?" Chu Chuyan asked with some suspicion.

Worried that he might say something wrong, Zuan stopped talking and simply flipped over and pressed down on him again.

"Again..." Chu Chuyan's face paled, her tone a mixture of shock and fear, yet also a hint of anticipation.

...

The next morning, while the two were still fast asleep, there was a knock on the door: "Chuyan, open the door quickly, your mother needs to talk to you."