This step back made Shen Muzhi's hand, frozen in mid-air, look extremely awkward.

Xiang Zhilan lowered her eyes, unsure whether to advance or retreat, and even apologizing seemed inappropriate.

Shen Muzhi stopped, his fist slowly lowered, and he said in a clear voice, "Your buttons are wrong."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhilan looked down and, sure enough, the two buttons on the bottom of her pajamas were fastened incorrectly.

She quickly turned around, unfastened the button, and fastened it again.

Shen Muzhi saw that she even avoided him when buttoning her clothes; they didn't seem like a married couple at all.

After finishing, Xiang Zhilan turned around and felt even more embarrassed; her reaction just now seemed to have been too much.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head; she had nothing more to say.

“Let’s talk.” Shen Muzhi gestured to the sofa for her to sit down, then pushed his wheelchair to face her, his knees almost touching hers.

Xiang Zhilan slightly tilted her knee, lowered her eyes, and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"About the fact that you haven't been sleeping well these past few days." Shen Muzhi keenly noticed that she didn't even want to touch his knees. His lips tightened: "I know you don't want to lie in the same bed with me, but we're newly married and can't sleep in separate rooms for the time being. The people downstairs will speculate."

Xiang Zhilan looked up at him with some surprise; he actually knew that she hadn't been sleeping well lately.

"I..." She wanted to explain, but she couldn't tell him that she wasn't having trouble sleeping because of him.

“Since you hate sharing a bed with me, I’ll sleep on the sofa first,” Shen Muzhi interrupted her, saying directly.

"That won't do." Xiang Zhilan looked at his leg; he needed to rest properly right now. "It's my problem. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Do you think I would let a pregnant woman with her own child sleep on the sofa?" Shen Muzhi said somewhat forcefully.

“I can’t let an injured person sleep on the sofa,” Xiang Zhilan replied.

“I don’t want my wife to have trouble sleeping.” Shen Muzhi stared at her and said, “If you don’t get enough rest, it will also affect the baby.”

“I can’t feel at ease if you sleep on the sofa,” Xiang Zhilan blurted out.

When Shen Muzhi heard these words, it meant that she wouldn't be able to sleep well as long as she was under the same roof as him.

His expression darkened slightly, and he clenched his hands on his knees, then restrained himself.

Xiang Zhilan slowly realized that her words were ambiguous, and quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. I... I just thought you shouldn't sleep on the sofa."

Shen Mu's expression gradually softened.

The room fell silent again. Xiang Zhilan lowered her eyes and noticed that the ring measuring her finger size was still on her hand, causing her heart to tremble slightly.

Regardless of the reason for their marriage, they are now a legally married couple, and it is only natural for them to share a bed.

"Let's all sleep in the bed. I'll try my best to adapt," Xiang Zhilan said earnestly, looking up at Shen Muzhi.

After saying that, she got up and walked to the bedside, took off one of the two blankets on the bed, spread out the other one, lay down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over herself.

Shen Muzhi pushed the wheelchair to the other side, lifted the blanket, propped himself up with his hands, and moved onto the bed.

The two were in the same bed for the first time. Xiang Zhilan tried her best to control her body, which wanted to shrink back, and slowly moved to the middle.

The bed is actually quite wide, so even if two people are under the same blanket, they can avoid touching each other completely.

Shen Muzhi originally wanted to tell her not to force herself, but after the fragrance wafted into his nose, he changed his mind and reached out to pull her into his arms.