She hurriedly picked up her clothes, walked quickly into the bathroom, and pulled the curtain tightly. Behind the curtain came the rustling sound of someone taking off their clothes, followed by the sound of splashing water.

“Ah~~”

Chen Xiaoru sighed with satisfaction, "It's so comfortable!" She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water wrapping around her body. All her worries seemed to be washed away.

The sound of running water, like the paws of a kitten, tickled Song Zhe's heart. Uncontrollably, he pictured Chen Xiaoru bathing, the water dripping down her fair skin... Song Zhe felt a surge of heat rushing into his nose. He quickly reached out and touched it, his fingertips piercing red.

Song Zhe cursed himself for being useless. He raised his head and tried hard to turn back the blood from his nose. The look of regret on his face became more and more intense. He whispered to himself:

"What's wrong with me... I just can't stand it anymore. All the sage books I've read over the years have been like dog stomachs."

Chen Xiaoru came out of the shower, with a faint scent of soap. She saw Song Zhe's face full of regret, with blood on his nose. She understood what was going on, but she deliberately moved closer to him with a hint of joking:

"Husband, what's wrong with you? Why is your nose bleeding again?"

It would have been fine if Chen Xiaoru hadn't asked. But when she did, Song Zhe's face flushed all the way to his neck. He avoided her gaze and stammered, "I...I...I'm fine. You're done washing."

"Well, I'm done washing. Is my husband reading a book?"

Chen Xiaoru asked knowingly and sat down next to him.

The faint fragrance on her body made Song Zhe's heart beat faster. He remembered that Chen Xiaoru said that she was illiterate in the afternoon, so he said:

"Xiao Ru, can I teach you how to read?"

Chen Xiaoru's eyes flashed with surprise. She stared at Song Zhe closely, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice: "Really? Is it really possible?"

"Yes, sure." Song Zhe looked at her sparkling eyes, his tone gentle and full of doting.

Chen Xiaoru hugged Song Zhe's arm and leaned her head on his hand and said coquettishly, "Husband, you are so kind."

"There's something better. Xiaoru, do you want to try it?" Song Zhe said.

Chen Xiaoru hugged Song Zhe's arm and gently leaned her head on his shoulder. She blinked her bright eyes, with a sweet smile on her lips, and said in a sweet voice, "Husband, you are so kind."

Song Zhe's heart moved when he heard this. He turned his head, looked directly into Chen Xiaoru's eyes with a deep gaze, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "There is something better, Xiaoru, do you want to try it?"

Chen Xiaoru suspected he was driving but had no evidence. She could only say innocently, "What?"

Seeing her reaction like this, Song Zhe could no longer suppress his inner throbbing. He slowly lowered his head and gently cupped Chen Xiaoru's face with both hands. At the moment when their breaths intertwined, Song Zhe kissed her gently but firmly.

Chen Xiaoru was slightly startled at first, then immersed in this passionate kiss. She closed her eyes, her hands unconsciously wrapped around Song Zhe's neck, and she immersed herself in the sweetness of this moment. Their lips were tightly pressed together, as if time had stopped at this moment, and the whole world was only them.