In the year she turned twenty-two, Xi Xi received both her diploma and her marriage certificate.
She was hiding in the school stairwell, speaking with her family on the phone. After hanging up, she stood alone at the corner of the corridor and quietly shed tears.
A deep, steady voice came from above her head: “Don’t cry.”
Xi Xi looked up in a daze and found herself gazing into a pair of profound eyes. Han Qingzhuo handed her a packet of tissues. His fingers were long and beautiful, the most attractive hands she had ever seen.
He said, “If you’re willing, try being with me.”
The head of the Han family, Han Qingzhuo, was 189 centimeters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Noble and aloof, he was famously out of reach in the capital.
No one could have imagined that he would register a marriage with a young woman who seemed to have nothing to do with him.
At the beginning of their marriage, Xi Xi and Han Qingzhuo slept in separate rooms. Xi Xi always remembered their three rules and never dared to overstep by even a fraction.
However, every night, Han Qingzhuo could hear all sorts of strange noises coming from the room next door.
At mealtimes, Xi Xi even accidentally tapped an audio talk in front of him:
“Not enough? Then I’ll satisfy you.”
“You really like it, don’t you?”
The way Han Qingzhuo looked at his wife finally began to change in a subtle way.
And all those scenes Xi Xi had fantasized about became reality under Han Qingzhuo’s personal instruction.
During a business trip, Xi Xi unexpectedly ran into Han Qingzhuo at a cocktail party. She froze for a moment before hurriedly looking away, afraid that her colleagues would notice anything unusual. She conscientiously pretended not to know her secretly married husband and direct supervisor.
After the party ended, he cornered her in a cramped space, his hot breath washing over her face.
Apparently displeased by her avoidance in public, Han Qingzhuo kissed her until she was utterly unable to resist.
His densely scattered kisses landed on her forehead and lips. During the brief moment when she paused to catch her breath, Xi Xi heard him ask in a lowered voice:
“Why aren’t you calling me ‘husband’ anymore, baby?”
“Come to my room when this is over.”
On Xi Xi’s birthday, Han Qingzhuo posted a rare status update:
“What night is this night? It is only you.”
A gentle, sensitive wallflower heroine versus a steady, fatherly nobleman
Strangers to lovers after marriage / six-year age gap / sweet domestic romance after marriage / both sexually inexperienced and each other’s first love.
Please add the next marriage-first, love-later novel, Gentle Morning, to your collections in advance. Thank you~
Xie Zhiyin and Yan Shuhuai had been married for a year. During the day, she worked for Yan Shuhuai at the Yan Group, diligently performing her duties as a junior employee in the president’s office. At night, she returned home and transformed into an online writer, updating the spicy little scenes she loved writing most.
Every time Xie Zhiyin posted an update, the comments section would howl:
[Oh my god, how can this be so good? Give us another hundred chapters!!]
[Help, help, this is way too exciting, author!!]
That night, Xie Zhiyin closed her laptop in satisfaction and left the study, only to run into Yan Shuhuai.
Noticing the uncomfortable flush on her face, he asked, “Are you hot?”
“No, I just exercised for a while.” After greeting him, Xie Zhiyin hurried away.
Yan Shuhuai found it strange. Her personal motto was “If I can lie down, I absolutely will not sit.” What kind of exercise could she possibly have done?
Until one time, while sending a document, Xie Zhiyin accidentally clicked on Yan Shuhuai’s profile picture.
The notification sound for “Transfer successful” rang out. Xie Zhiyin rushed into his study in a panic, where the page open on the man’s computer was precisely the update she had just finished writing.
When he saw her enter, Yan Shuhuai adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at her meaningfully. “Mrs. Yan, is this the exercise you were talking about?”
Xie Zhiyin’s obedient-good-girl image, which she had maintained for a year and a half, completely collapsed at that moment.
That night, Yan Shuhuai personally gave her a lesson.
The content matched the title of her chapter almost perfectly: The Study.
Xie Zhiyin and Yan Shuhuai had married at the orders of their families, so she did not take the incident in the study to heart.
But after that day, Yan Shuhuai seemed to become a different person.
The man rumored to have no interest in women now had to pull her onto his lap every day and kiss her passionately. “Yinyin, don’t push me away.”
“Baby, you did very well.”
“You don’t like me this way, baby?”
Xie Zhiyin: Those lines sound so familiar. I feel like I’ve written them somewhere before.
Theme: May we all have bright futures.