Chapter 66 The first night after the wedding seemed like... hot water met solid ice. ...

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling night view of the capital city, a vibrant and bustling cityscape.

The interior is decorated in a minimalist modern style, brand new and occupying a large area... so large that it looks monotonous, like a pure gray expanse.

A desolate atmosphere devoid of any sense of life.

"When did you buy this house?" As far as Yan Quan knew, Yan Ceyan had been in the Northwest Military Region for the past few years, not in the capital.

Recently, housing prices in the capital have fallen sharply, making them hardly a good investment product.

“I bought it a long time ago.” Yan Ceyan got up and took out the access card and spare key from the cabinet drawer in the entryway: “I bought it on a whim during my first year in the army.”

It was right at the peak of the real estate speculation frenzy when Yan Ceyan heard the advertising slogan: "Move into a warm home with your beloved."

At that time, Yan Quan Gang left without saying goodbye and disappeared without a trace.

It's strange, even though Yan Ceyan was still harboring resentment and hating Yan Quan to the death at that time...

When Yan Ceyan heard that advertising slogan, the first person he thought of was Yan Quan.

"It's not a lot of money anyway." Yan Ceyan convinced himself of this as he bought the house.

"Well... that's good." Yan Quan, having discerned the hidden meaning behind it, uttered these three words dryly and then fell silent.

The clock on the wall chimed; it was already evening.

A subtle silence and awkwardness hung in the air. The show was filmed, the procedural procedures were completed, the legal marital relationship was established, and then what?

On the first day of our marriage, do we have to... sleep in separate rooms?

The thought flashed through Yan Quan's mind, and he immediately bit his lip... At this moment, Yan Quan finally realized that although he was a "playboy" when he was young, his contact was actually limited to superficial contact such as "hugging and cuddling".

While in Federation A, he spent all his time in the lab working on papers and analyzing impact factors... living a life of asceticism, much like a monk.

Yan Ceyan... was her last boyfriend.

The deepest AO-sexual contact dates back seven years.

Thinking of this, Yan Quan turned around and looked at Yan Ceyan.

Yan Ceyan's deep gaze also fell on Yan Quan, carrying a hint of tension and probing.

Their gazes met briefly in the air before quickly looking away in unison.

"Ahem," Yan Quan cleared his throat, deciding to take the initiative. So he said to Yan Ceyan, "You must be a little tired after driving for so long, why don't you go take a shower?"

Yan Ceyan gave Yan Quan a deep look, his eyes seemingly hooked, and then turned and walked towards the master bedroom's bathroom.

Soon, the faint sound of water could be heard, and a hazy light shone through the frosted glass door.

The sound of the water seemed to strike Yan Quan's heart. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. No, he couldn't remain passive. He needed to be prepared for some things.

So Yan Quan took out his phone and his fingers flew across the screen. Delivery → Convenience Store → Distance Priority → Search…

Upon seeing a certain word, Yan Quan's forehead felt hot, and her heart began to race slightly. She quickly selected the items, placed the order, and paid, all in one smooth motion.

After doing all this, Yan Quan felt as if he had accomplished something earth-shattering. He let out a long sigh, slumped onto the soft sofa, stared blankly out the window, and his mind was a jumbled mess.

Just over a month ago, I was still in Federal Lab A. Now... I'm actually married.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

A little while later, the frosted door was opened.

The first wisps of steam rose out, followed by Yan Ceyan. He was only wearing a white towel around his lower body, and the water droplets that hadn't dried slowly rolled down his broad chest, the lines of his firm abs and V-line, disappearing into the edge of the towel.

His dark hair, damp and hanging over his forehead, softened his usual fierceness, giving him a more untamed and wild air. The heat tinged Yan Ceyan's dark skin with a faint red, and the entire space seemed to be filled with the strong fragrance of datura flowers emanating from him.

Yan Ceyan dried his hair with a towel as he walked towards Yan Quan, his voice relaxed and magnetic after his shower: "All done..."

Yan Quan, who was lost in thought, suddenly sprang up from the sofa like a startled cat.

The phone, held in my palm, slipped and fell onto the clean floor with a "thud".

The screen was facing upwards and lit. It landed right at Yan Ceyan's feet.

Yan Ceyan bent down and picked it up. It was the delivery page of the food delivery service, clearly displaying the order information:

[Order Items] XX brand emergency contraceptive pills x1, XX ultra-thin invisible condoms x1 box

[Deliveryman] Mr. Wang (on his way, 1.2km away)

The air froze instantly.

Yan Ceyan paused in drying his hair, his gaze falling on the screen, his eyes suddenly darkening.

Yan Ceyan swiped his finger across the screen, confirming the order information again. Then he looked up, his gaze complex as he locked onto Yan Quan. "You bought this..."

Yan Ceyan's voice was frighteningly low and hoarse.

"I...I'm going to take a shower first!" Before Yan Ceyan could finish speaking, Yan Quan rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Yan Ceyan looked at the closed bathroom door, then glanced down at the takeout message on his phone. He rubbed his temples helplessly, but couldn't help but smile with a bittersweet, indulgent curve to his lips.

Yan Quan splashed cold water on his face in the bathroom, trying to cool it down, but his cheeks felt hotter and hotter, and his head felt slightly dizzy.

What goes around comes around; even the mighty Yan Quan was once nervous about something like this…

The sound of water trickling down the floor, hot water flowing down her hair, Yan Quan felt that her dizziness had not lessened but had worsened, and she also felt a little cold.

After putting on her pajamas, Yan Quan walked out of the bathroom with her wet hair draped over her shoulders.

In the living room, Yan Ceyan had changed into gray pajamas and was sitting on the sofa, seemingly much calmer.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Yan Ceyan walked to the entrance and took the small, lightweight plastic bag from the deliveryman.

After closing the door and turning around, Yan Ceyan's gaze slowly fell on the bag. He raised his arm and shook the plastic bag, then looked up and stared at Yan Quan.

Yan Quan felt his forehead throbbing, his cheeks burning, and his vision even starting to blur—Yan Ceyan was carrying that bag and walking towards him step by step.

"Yan Ceyan, you're the one who told me to keep my hair long." Yan Quan felt her throat tighten. "Why don't you help me dry my hair first?"

With wet hair, well... it's inconvenient to do things. Yan Quan felt that her request was reasonable.

Absolutely not... stalling for time.

"Okay," Yan Ceyan replied, and naturally walked to the bathroom to take out a hair dryer.

"Come here." Yan Ceyan patted the sofa, gesturing for Yan Quan to sit on his left front side.

Yan Quanxin moved her feet and obediently sat down, turning her head away from Yan Ceyan.

The hairdryer hummed, and a gentle breeze caressed Yan Quan's scalp. Yan Ceyan's fingers moved softly and carefully through her hair.

Occasionally, a fingertip brushing against Yan Quan's earlobe or the back of his neck would send a slight shiver down his spine.

Yan Quan could sense that Yan Ceyan was very close, and the scent of datura flowers was getting stronger and stronger, mixed with the fresh smell of shower gel, enveloping and tightening like vines.

The whooshing sound of the hairdryer, at that moment, seemed like the only white noise in Yan Quan's ears, slowly relaxing her tense nerves.

Gradually, Yan Quan felt that the voice was becoming more and more distant and indistinct... A strange sense of weariness and dizziness slowly crept over her.

Yan Ceyan meticulously groomed Yan Quan's long hair, feeling the soft strands become dry and smooth under his fingertips. Looking at Yan Quan's slightly lowered, fair and delicate neck, his heart melted completely.

The hair dryer suddenly stopped, and the world instantly became quiet.

Yan Quan subconsciously turned his head. Because of the comfort he had just felt and the slight dizziness, he tilted his head back, his eyes still a little misty, and unconsciously began to scrutinize Yan Ceyan.

Yan Ceyan felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at Yan Quan's focused and unguarded gaze. He leaned down, cupped Yan Quan's face in his hands, and gently placed his thumbs on either side of Yan Quan's delicate cheeks.

Yan Quan's face looked tiny in the palm of my hand. Her freshly dried hair was fluffy and soft, carrying a refreshing orange scent…

Yan Quan felt her vision blurring, and a dark shadow appeared before her eyes—Yan Ceyan's kiss landed.

It began as a gentle, tentative touch, like a feather brushing against you, carrying a sense of preciousness.

But soon, the kiss became deep and urgent. He held Yan Quan's lips in his mouth, sucking and licking them gently, then skillfully pried open his teeth and entwined his tongue with Yan Quan's.

Yan Quan responded subconsciously, her breathing completely disordered, and her hands involuntarily climbed onto his shoulders, grabbing the fabric of his pajamas.

"Hmm..." Yan Quan's fluttering eyelashes slid lightly across the scar under Yan Ceyan's eye.

Yan Ceyan's breath hitched instantly, and his arms around Yan Quan's waist tightened, almost as if he wanted to meld him into his own body.

The two embraced and fell onto the soft sofa. Yan Ceyan's body pressed against Yan Quan's, against the back of Yan Quan's head, and their kiss became increasingly deep and passionate.

"Ugh... Huff..." Only the disordered breathing of the two people and the faint sound of water splashing were left in the living room, and the air temperature rose sharply.

Later, Yan Quan felt his back being lifted up by a pair of strong arms.

His body felt weak and his mind was dizzy, as if he were floating on a cloud. Yan Quan's pheromones instinctively urged him to cling to Yan Ceyan and feel Yan Ceyan's rising body temperature.

It seems like... hot water has encountered solid ice.

As soon as it gets hot, it releases billowing steam.

"Thump—" Yan Quan's body landed on the soft mattress, sinking in slightly—making a soft rubbing sound.

This sounds like some kind of urging signal.

Just as Yan Ceyan's palm, burning hot, was about to go further, and he kissed Yan Quan's prominent, beautiful collarbone again with his scalding lips, then slowly moved downwards...

But then he suddenly stopped—

Yan Ceyan struggled to sit up, creating some distance between himself and Yan Quan.

Then, Yan Ceyan placed his hand on Yan Quan's forehead. After feeling it for nearly a minute...

Yan Ceyan frowned, his expression a mixture of worry and concern, yet also a barely suppressed urge to grind his teeth: "He has a fever again..."

"Yan Quan, I'm starting to suspect you did this on purpose."

"...Huh?" Yan Quan was clearly confused, her messy hair scattered on the sheets, her eyes revealing a clear innocence.

"Thump—" Yan Quan heard Yan Ceyan turn over and get out of bed, and bring an emergency medicine kit from the living room (a professional habit that made Yan Ceyan always keep such items in his residence).

In a daze, Yan Quan's arm was raised high and held tightly to one end of the thermometer.

A moment later, the smart electronic notification sounded: "39.1℃".

"High fever, needs to be brought down quickly."

Yan Quan clearly heard Yan Ce gasp and clench his teeth: "Originally, a low-grade fever of 38°C would have been fine..."

Based on the context, Yan Quan guessed that the original sentence should have been completed as follows: "If it's a low to moderate fever, there's no rush to treat it, continue... damn it."

"Phew—" Yan Ceyan frowned and sighed helplessly, "I'll go make you some medicine."

"Lie quietly in bed."

Yan Quan's head was spinning. He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and nodded blankly.

After watching Yan Quan finish taking his medicine...

Yan Quan watched helplessly as someone went into the bathroom again, the sound of water pattering on for a long time.

Overwhelmed by fatigue and drowsiness, Yan Quan listened to the sound of water, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably, and he fell into a deep sleep.