I adhere to the principle that if I trouble others, I must make some kind of compensation.

“We have a dishwasher,” Ye Zhou said casually. “You don’t have to do it yourself.”

After the dishwasher started, An Youhe gazed at the distinguished-looking man from afar.

It turns out she has such a powerful relative whose house is so luxurious. She must behave well, otherwise she will be looked down upon by rich people, even though he looks very handsome and is a refined gentleman.

An Youhe's eyes looked down and she inadvertently noticed the man's abs that were faintly visible under his white shirt. Feeling guilty, she quietly left the kitchen and swallowed.

Nighttime, before bed.

Ye Zhou, holding a glass of warm milk, knocked on his wife's bedroom door.

After a while, the door opened a crack.

Ye Zhou noticed that she had changed into her pajamas, but he didn't know if she had become suspicious.

"I'll bring you a glass of warm milk. It'll help you sleep well tonight and is good for your health."

An Youhe opened the door, took the cup, and said, "Thank you."

After closing the door, she finished the glass of warm milk with sugar in it.

At first, Ye Zhou said he was worried that she wouldn't be able to adapt to the new environment and that drinking warm milk could help her sleep, so he would bring her a glass of warm milk every night. Now An Youhe has gotten used to it.

Moreover, the large bed was surprisingly comfortable to sleep in, and she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

She pulled the covers over herself as usual, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest. She had a strange dream, but it wasn't a nightmare. There was a man in the dream, but she couldn't see who he was. She seemed to trust this man a lot, and he was whispering sweet words in her ear.

The two seem to have a very close relationship.

...

"You guys chat, I have to go out for a bit."

Ye Zhou placed two glasses of lemonade on the coffee table in front of the two of them, reached out and ruffled An Youhe's hair, picked up the coat hanging on the coat rack, and was about to walk outside.

"Goodbye," An Youhe said, blushing.

Ye Zhou waved his hand.

Qi Lili didn't dare to utter a sound, because Ye Zhou had already told her the whole story when she arrived; otherwise, she might have thought it was just a romantic moment between the couple.

"Lili, why is your hair so long?"

"It's an extension, a wig," Qi Lili lied.

An Youhe looked at her more closely. "Why do you seem different? You seem more feminine."

Looking at the rosy-cheeked girl, Qi Lili thought to herself: You are clearly the one with the most feminine charm.

Then she thought of Xiao Anfeng, such a tiny baby, who had no milk to drink at the age when he needed it most.

Just like in their student days, An Youhe gently held Qi Lili's hand and said, "Lili, I'll tell you a secret. I think I have some feelings for him."

Qi Lili: "Oh."

"Shouldn't you be surprised? It seems like there's no possibility between us."

"It's no big deal." Qi Lili calmly and elegantly picked up the glass and took a sip of lemonade.

An Youhe's face turned even redder.

"But he has no reason to like me." An Youhe fell into the torment of inferiority again.

Qi Lili smiled wickedly behind her back, "I have a way to let you find out."

"No, no, I'm still a student."

"We didn't say we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We're just testing the waters."

...

Ye Zhou patiently watched the news on TV, his ears filled with the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped, and a girl's soft, sweet voice came from behind.

"Ye Zhou, can you help me...?"

"Okay." Ye Zhouteng stood up abruptly.

He stood outside the bathroom door, holding a bath towel in his hand.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and water droplets from her hair fell onto the girl's porcelain-white skin and rosy cheeks. Her doe-like, wet eyes looked at him.

Ye Zhou swallowed.

Based on years of marital experience, my wife is now...wanting it.

The girl's hands trembled, and the bath towel slipped off.

A figure flashed in, and the bathroom door was slammed shut.

An Youhe nervously protected Feng Guang, her hands still trembling.

"No, it wasn't on purpose." She was just really nervous.

Ye Zhou skillfully wrapped the brand-new bathrobe around the girl, displaying the demeanor of a virtuous gentleman.

Pretend you didn't see anything, but you can see everything clearly.

"Why are you looking for a bath towel when you're already wrapped in one?" Ye Zhou asked with a smile.

"I...I forgot."

Ye Zhou stood up and casually wiped the girl's forehead, but it was actually a light kiss.

It smells so good, so milky.

I accidentally touched your forehead, are you okay?

"No, it's nothing." The girl stared blankly at Ye Zhou's sexy thin lips, forgetting to look away.

"We're all relatives, it's only right to help each other out. You've already seen it, you don't mind, do you? Or should I let you see it back now?"

"No, I don't mind, it's okay, it's okay."

Ye Zhou couldn't help but chuckle softly, looking down at the girl, their noses almost touching.

The girl's wet eyelashes were even thicker, longer, and curlier, and her figure had recovered very well, just like before.

An Youhe didn't dare to look at him at all. Ye Zhou was very confident, so he also looked at the little white rabbit's current appearance with a burning gaze without any attempt to hide it.

An Youhe did indeed keep her head down, but she noticed the red string on her cousin's hand, which had the character "He" on it.

Her heart was pounding. She had noticed the character "舟" (Zhou) on the red string on her wrist while she was taking a shower, and his name was Ye Zhou.

What was going on? She really couldn't figure it out.

She looked up to ask a question, but met Ye Zhou's wolf-like gaze. Their lips met, both of them shocked.

An Youhe jumped back suddenly, her back pressed against the bathroom wall.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I bumped into you by accident."

Ye Zhou chuckled and licked his lips. Now his wife was openly doing this kind of thing.

Approaching the soft, fragrant girl, Ye Zhou leaned down and kissed her soft lips again.

"Oops, sorry."

The girl blushed and didn't react at all.

Ye Zhou licked his cheek and pressed it against her again.

"I slipped and bumped into something again."

An Youhe put her hands behind her back. For some reason, she couldn't get angry at all; instead, she felt comfortable.

What happened next was complicated. For some reason, the two of them kissed, and An Youhe took the initiative to put her hands on Ye Zhou's neck.

They only kissed, and both of them were panting. An You and her legs were sore that she returned to the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched her swollen lips.

She couldn't understand why she had taken the initiative, but she was certain that Ye Zhou liked her too.

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It's 500,000 words long, almost finished! *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* . Hooray!