Wen Zhaoye took Wen Jiaojiao to the hospital. After checking her injuries, they found that she was fine. Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to stay in the hospital, so the two of them ate dinner and went home.

Seeing Wen Zhaoye enter the bathroom, Wen Jiaojiao walked exhausted towards the room and said:

Do you want to take a shower first?

bath?

Wen Zhaoye's gaze unconsciously fell on the pile of toiletries, and then a smile appeared on his lips:

"You go first."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't take it seriously. Looking at the pile of nightgowns, she still chose the most conservative pure cotton pajamas.

She walked into the bathroom, closed her eyes, and felt the water cascading over her head, bringing a wave of relaxation to her body.

Wen Zhaoye sat on the sofa and waited, glancing at the bathroom every now and then.

Wen Jiaojiao, her hair still wet, reached for the toiletries shelf, but found nothing.

She paused, glanced around the bathroom, and asked:

"Brother, have you seen the shampoo?"

Wen Zhaoye's lips curled slightly, his voice laced with amusement as he said:

"Would you like me to go in and look for it for you?"

Wen Jiaojiao paused, looked around the bathroom again, and said:

"No need for that, but I remember I recently bought some new shampoo and body wash and put them in the storage cabinet. Could you get them for me?"

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, his mind filled with her unpredictable behavior, but he still took out two items and headed towards the bathroom:

"It's here, open the door."

Wen Jiaojiao opened the door, and a slender, wet hand reached out:

"Give it to me."

Wen Zhaoye's eyes were filled with lust. He hesitated for a moment, then grasped her wrist, his fingertips gently caressing her delicate skin.

Separated by a door, Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, her expression seemingly caught in a dilemma.

For a moment, the two fell silent, with only the sound of the shower water filling their ears.

Wen Zhaoye's breathing was labored and agitated, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Jiaojiao, can I come in?"

Although Wen Jiaojiao was extremely exhausted and had no appetite whatsoever, she considered that Wen Zhaoye had risked his life to save her.

Her thoughts were caught in a tug-of-war, and she didn't know how to start the conversation.

Wen Zhaoye was always one to push his luck. He tried to push the door open, but didn't notice that she was trying to stop him. He simply stepped inside and pulled her into his arms.

Her back pressed stiffly against his chest, her slender hands clenched tightly, she raised them several times, but ultimately they fell limply to her sides.

Well, it's already happened, so if this is what he wanted, then consider it repayment.

Wen Zhaoye's eyes were filled with intense desire. He placed the toiletries on the sink, wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, and held the back of her head with the other, before lowering his head for a deep kiss.

The shower sprayed on the two of them, soaking half of his shoulder.

Wen Jiaojiao was dazed and confused by the kiss, and her hands were wrapped around his strong waist.

Then, Wen Zhaoye took off his clothes, put a strong arm around her waist, and pinned her against the tiles.

Her back felt the cool touch of the tiles, while her front was warm against a hot chest.

The intense scent of hormones swept through the entire bathroom.

His nerves were enveloped in a fine electric current. Wen Zhaoye looked at the girl in his arms, who was lost in her desire, with hazy eyes, and a roguish smile appeared on his lips:

"Honey, are you feeling any better this time?"

Wen Jiaojiao lay on his chest, her face flushed, her red lips slightly parted, panting softly, without saying a word.

The two moved to the large bed, and the sun outside the window gradually set in the west, plunging the world into darkness.

Looking at the girl beneath him who kept begging for mercy, Wen Zhaoye coaxed her:

What should you call me?

"elder brother."

Wen Zhaoye did not let it go:

"Change to another one."

Exhausted, Wen Jiaojiao floated on the waves of desire, her voice weak and pitiful as she said:

"husband."

The next second, Wen Zhaoye gently bit her neck, which was covered in hickeys, and his hands tightened around her waist. After a few breaths, he lay motionless on top of her, his voice deep and husky with satisfaction:

"That's what we'll call you from now on."

Wen Jiaojiao's watery eyes were unfocused, and as her nerves calmed down, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Wen Zhaoye put on his bathrobe and went out. He saw Ah Long carrying a lunchbox, which he took and said meaningfully:

"For the next three days, don't knock on the door. Just leave the food at the door."

Ah Long seemed to have realized something; a crack appeared on his usually expressionless face, and he nodded with difficulty:

"yes."

The door was closed.

Wen Zhaoye sat on the living room sofa. The lunchbox was opened, containing fried fish, spicy pork ribs, steamed eggs, and several kinds of fresh seasonal vegetables.

He only ate half of each dish before wolfing down his food and lying back down on the bed.

With the soft jade in his arms, the two slept exceptionally well for the first half of the night.

In the latter half of the night, Wen Jiaojiao was woken up by the man pressing down on her. Looking at the man on top of her again, she said in a hoarse voice:

That's enough.

Wen Zhaoye didn't let her go, burying his handsome face in her ear, his breath heavy and slurred:

"Not enough. Call me 'husband,' and maybe I'll let you go sooner."

Wen Jiaojiao knew his character; once he started last night, there was no way he could refuse in the days to come.

She couldn't escape it, and had no choice but to indulge him again, her voice trembling with a coquettish "husband" as she called out to him.

The sky gradually brightened.

Wen Zhaoye let her go. He lay on his side on the bed, holding the drowsy girl in his arms, and after a while said:

"Jiaojiao, get up and eat breakfast before you go back to sleep."

Wen Jiaojiao lazily raised her eyelids, and the man beside her, with his keen eye, pulled out a nightgown and put it on her.

The two sat at the dining table.

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