A contract marriage allowed the 25-year-old cute cartoonist Su Wan to move into the top-floor duplex of the 30-year-old director of Bingshan Neurosurgery. He would always read her comics with his eyes downcast, and his fingertips would gently caress the brows and eyes of the "iceberg hero" in her paintings; when she stayed up late to finish the manuscript, the scent of roses he had hidden would always float in the hot milk. Until the red wine in the club box splashed her skirt, and he grabbed her waist and pushed her into his arms, his body heat made her tremble - it turned out that he had torn the disguise of "superficial couple" to pieces, and even breathing was saying "Su Wan, you are mine."
From room separation to bed sharing, from fingertips touching to losing control, he always whispered in her ear: "Madam, it's time to go home." And the girl's thoughts hidden in the comics were finally kissed into reality by him late one night - it turned out that the temperature of the iceberg was the hotness hidden under the suit, and was hidden in the goodnight kiss, a lifelong prison.
