Night falls, the noise fades, and silence descends.

Wen Jiaojiao pretended to have her period as a cover, and since he was only staying for one night, she didn't bother to ask him to book another room.

Wen Zhaoye lay on his side on the bed, looking at the girl whose back was to him, and broke the silence:

"Jiaojiao, are you curled up like this because your stomach is upset? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

Wen Jiaojiao rolled her eyes: "..."

Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Zhaoye reached out and put his arm around her slender waist. He noticed her body tremble slightly.

He paused, then decisively withdrew his hand, moved aside, and created some distance, saying:

"You're on your period now, so even if you're having a reaction, I can't give it to you. I still have my rationality."

Wen Jiaojiao felt ashamed again. Her face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth, saying:

"I'm not that lewd. I was just startled by your sudden movement. Besides, my stomach doesn't hurt. I just wanted this sleeping position to be comfortable. Don't overthink it."

"Don't be modest, you're my wife, how could I not know you?"

When Wen Zhaoye discussed these topics again, he no longer felt the shame he had at the beginning.

He treated her as his wife wholeheartedly, and didn't feel there was anything wrong with discussing intimate matters in bed.

I really have no way to say it. Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed a deep purple, and she took a deep breath, deciding to first shed the label of "lewdness" from her body:

"I really don't need it, I'm not as greedy as you think, and I've never taken care of it myself. Please stop your wild guesses."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's all my fault, I won't say it again."

When Wen Zhaoye saw that she was angry and embarrassed by being exposed about this matter, he simply went along with her and compromised.

Wen Jiaojiao felt like she had punched cotton. She wanted to talk about this, but he was just being perfunctory, so she simply ignored him and didn't say anything more.

Remembering what had happened before, Wen Zhaoye moved closer to her again, raising his large hand to place on her lower abdomen:

"If your stomach hurts, just say so. Back home, your mom... no, our mom, would always be rubbing your stomach. I was so envious of her back then..."

"Envious of menstruation?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but speak up.

Wen Zhaoye: "No, I just envy how your family loves you so much. No matter what you do, even if you're wrong, they'll always side with you."

If you ever have a headache, fever, or feel unwell, your whole family will fuss over you. So, if you ever have a stomachache, I'll massage it for you. After all, you'll be my wife, so I'll definitely treat you even better than they do.

Wen Jiaojiao didn't know whether to praise his deep affection or scold him for being foolish, but regarding the last two forms of address...

She was quite annoyed, and afraid that if she spoke directly she would displease him and he would break her legs, so she could only say in a muffled and weak voice:

"Since she'll be your wife from now on, you can call her whatever you want from now on."

Wen Zhaoye thought she was shy, so after thinking for a moment, he changed his address and said, "Then call me 'darling,' I think that's what everyone calls me here in Yuncheng."

Wen Jiaojiao's body was numb on one side. She raised her hand to her forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "Just call me Jiaojiao, isn't that enough?"

Wen Zhaoye's large hand gently massaged her lower abdomen through her thin nightgown, and he said childishly:

“That won’t do; it would make me seem no different from everyone else.”

Then I'll call you Dog Egg from now on, which will make it seem like our relationship is special.

Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. Despite her many grievances, she dared not utter a word. She sighed.

"Let's just call her Jiao Mei." So be it, it's a bit rustic.

Wen Zhaoye remained silent, mainly because he thought the nickname sounded quite nice. He happily buried his face in the soft crook of her neck.

"I'm going away for two days tomorrow. If you have anything to tell me, don't keep it to yourself."

You're so annoying, staying up so late and chatting with me.

Wen Jiaojiao replied perfunctorily:

"Remember to come back early and get things back on track at the factory as soon as possible."

Wen Zhaoye turned her body around, his handsome eyes smiling as he looked into her bright, beautiful eyes, and sincerely remarked:

"My dear sister is very considerate; while hoping I would come back soon, she also reminded me about things at the factory."

How did I find such a wonderful and supportive wife? You're so caring and helpful in my career; our future together is bound to be incredibly prosperous.

Three black lines slid down Wen Jiaojiao's forehead: "..."

Wen Zhaoye, unaware of her thoughts, was still immersed in his own beautiful vision of the future. When she sighed again, he gently comforted her:

"Don't worry, I'll be back to be with you in two or three days. What's there to be reluctant about?"

Wen Jiaojiao began to question his identity; after all, when she read the novel, she had never seen a villain so thoughtful.

She couldn't help but sigh again: "I'm clearly worried about your illness."

The room remained silent for a long time, and the two people's breathing could be clearly heard.

Wen Zhaoye smiled, contentedly holding the girl in his arms. His chest felt as if it were filled with something warm, making it feel warm and full. He sighed softly:

"I have a home now."

Wen Jiaojiao, half-asleep, heard his words and abruptly opened her eyes, her heart skipping a beat: "..."

This is a typical case of being starved for love. He's treating me like his savior. If I really leave him, won't he become even more ruthless?

Seeing that she was still awake, Wen Zhaoye couldn't help but try to comfort her again:

"I told you, don't worry. Even if you're reluctant to part with me, you can't stay up all night. I've never seen you so clingy."

Wen Jiaojiao's heart, which had just begun to soften, suddenly hardened and became ruthless:

Damn it, you better turn really bad, or you'll force me to turn bad too.

Wen Zhaoye's clingy nature kicked in again; he pressed his face against her cheek and said in a gentle voice:

"How about this, I'll kiss you, and you just go to sleep, okay?"

"No..." Before Wen Jiaojiao could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye, shy and hesitant, couldn't wait to kiss her.

When Wen Jiaojiao felt the touch on her cheek, her dark eyes flickered slightly:

Isn't this a classic case of repressed lust?

He clearly wanted to kiss me, but he pressed it onto my head.

However, if that's the case, then when he says I have a big addiction, could it be... that he himself has a big addiction?

A shy smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's burning hot face as he said:

"Alright, go to sleep now. If you want more, I can't give you any more."

"Cough cough~" Wen Jiaojiao coughed out in surprise, and waved her hand in a flustered manner:

"I don't want it, I don't want it, you must keep it safe."

Afraid of upsetting her, Wen Zhaoye spoke his true thoughts in an almost inaudible voice: "You're always being modest with me."