"Starting today, we will no longer sleep in separate rooms."
After saying that, Nanxing tiptoed over and leaned closer, but Duan Ye dodged her.
Nanxing's expression immediately turned cold, and she stared intently at Duan Ye: "Did you always know this?"
Duan Ye looked at her with a puzzled expression: "What do you know?"
Nanxing hesitated for a moment, then tried to approach again, only to be pushed away once more.
Nanxing has a great figure, with curves in all the right places. Because she has maintained a regular exercise routine, her lines are smooth and beautiful. But Duan Ye's gaze towards her didn't convey the feeling she wanted at all.
She was already quite developed by the time they were in high school.
She sprained her ankle during PE class, and when Duan Ye carried her to the infirmary, his face and neck were bright red, unlike now, when nothing was wrong.
Nanxing wondered if Duan Ye wasn't actually hypnotized, but just pretending.
Just as Nanxing was investigating, Duan Ye looked at his own hand, then at Nanxing, and asked, "Why did I push you away?"
This question completely baffled Nanxing.
How did she know? Didn't you do this yourself?
Duan Ye looked at her with sharp eyes: "Are you really my wife?"
He looked her up and down: "Why don't I remember this dress being worn by you?"
Duan Ye's words immediately extinguished Nan Xing's enthusiasm.
Nanxing was very angry, but she still had to keep smiling: "Because this is a brand new one I bought. I'm sorry, honey, I didn't consider your health..."
She reached out and gently tugged at his clothes.
This time, Duan Ye didn't dodge, but smiled and said, "You usually call me A-Ye."
Nanxing's lips twitched.
Why is Duan Yefei so stubborn?
But she was no pushover either.
So she gently leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and closed her eyes: "Yes."
"But the past is the past, and the present is the present."
"Now that I'm your wife, you have to get used to me calling you that, understand?"
Nanxing smiled and looked up, trying to see if there was anything wrong in Duan Ye's eyes.
But Duan Ye looked down at her, his eyes not showing the emotion she had imagined, but rather a hint of doting: "Okay."
Nanxing was finally happy and reached out to hug him.
So she missed the impatience in Duan Ye's eyes.
Back in the master bedroom, Duan Ye personally brought her a cup of hot water: "Drink some hot water before you sleep."
Nanxing had witnessed him collapse, so she smiled and nodded, asking calmly, "Do you still remember our past?"
Duan Ye patted her head: "I remember, what's wrong? Don't you always drink a cup of hot water or hot milk before bed? You always make excuses if you don't drink it, saying you can't sleep."
Nanxing felt a slight pang in her heart. Was this Luo Qingyuan's habit before going to sleep?
"Anything else?" Nanxing took a sip of water.
Duan Ye smiled and said, "What? You want to test me again tonight like you always do?"
Nanxing nodded, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red: "Just tell me, I want to hear it."
So, Duan Ye finished her water glass, put it on the table, and got into bed. Nanxing lay down next to him.
Duan Ye said, "How come you're so old, yet you're still like a little kid? You won't sleep unless I coax you, and you won't eat fruit unless I peel it for you. Sometimes you're even more unreasonable, insisting that I go with you to ride the carousel. Aren't we two adults standing among a group of kids? Aren't we ashamed?"
Nanxing's eyes were red, and although she was holding his hand, she didn't have the courage to look up.
"Anything else...?"
"And you always forget things when you take a shower, always making me bring you this and that. Please, without me, are you unable to take care of yourself?"
"The worst part is that even though you're so busy with work, you still always think about cooking delicious food for me. It's a luxury to have a housekeeper at home. However, my wife's cooking skills have become quite good over the years. You've spoiled my palate. I was just too hungry today. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to eat anything that wasn't cooked by you."
Nanxing has no cooking skills at all. Her parents cooked for her at home since she was a child. In high school, Duan Ye often brought her meals. In college, she was very busy. At first, Duan Ye would take care of her, but later it was just takeout and the cafeteria.
After she started working, someone even took care of her three meals a day. Duan Ye's cooking skills were much better than hers.
So, upon hearing him say that, Nanxing simply took a deep breath and smiled, "Yes, you love my cooking the most. I'll cook for you myself tomorrow."
Duan Ye: "Yes, that would be best."
For some reason, Nanxing felt very sleepy. She glanced at the time; it was two in the morning, and she really should be sleepy.
But she also deeply resented Luo Qingyuan, hating her for stealing so many years of her life, even though...
This life should have been hers.
But she couldn't resist wanting to hear more, so she pestered Duan Ye: "What else? What else will we do?"
Duan Ye said, "We can do so many things. You always want to cling to me for kisses. There are always so many people at home, don't you know how to be more discreet? You're so successful in your career, yet sometimes you're so lazy you don't even want to go to work..."
The more Nanxing listened, the more her heart ached. She wanted to get up and question Duan Ye, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she eventually fell into a deep sleep.
Duan Ye called her several times, but when she didn't respond, his expression turned cold. He then pushed her away and got off the bed.
Once inside the bathroom, Duan Ye flushed the remaining powder packet from his pocket down the toilet, then took another shower. He didn't go near the bed again, but instead got dressed and left the bedroom.
As soon as Duan Ye stepped out of the bedroom, he was startled by a figure in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, it was Qi Yue.
Qi Yue smiled and said, "Hello, sir."
Duan Ye stared blankly at Qi Yue's mechanical smile: "Why are you here?"
Qi Yue calmly replied, "Night patrol."
Night patrol?
Is it sick at 3 a.m.?
Oh, he's definitely sick; he's probably been hypnotized again.
That evil capitalist Nanxing won't even let people rest after they've been hypnotized.
Duan Ye: "Who am I?"
Qi Yue: "Mr. Duan, Madam said that you are the master of this house."
Duan Ye slowly coaxed, "Then will you listen to the male head of the household?"
Qi Yue: "Yes, Madam said that I should listen to Madam and Master from now on."
Duan Ye: "Then you don't need to patrol anymore, go back to your room and sleep."
Qi Yue: "Okay."
Qi Yue quickly went downstairs. Duan Ye watched her go downstairs, then went back to his room and stood in front of the master bedroom window.
The night vision cameras in the corridor were eerily red, like ghosts.
Duan Ze glanced at the wandering spirit and rubbed his arms: "It's like a ghost story..."
While complaining, he still cut off the power supply within a ten-kilometer radius.
All the surveillance cameras in the house went down at that moment.
Duan Ye walked to the bedside again, picked up the pillow and hit Nanxing twice, but Nanxing still didn't wake up.
Duan Ye then left the bedroom with peace of mind.
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