Jealous

Character name to be changed Su Ting'an thought that his wife loved him. They were childhood sweethearts, and when they were about to reach adulthood, the wife welcomed him to the house. When they were newlyweds in the bridal chamber, his wife, the third princess who was in charge of prisons and had a bad reputation as Shura, pressed her temples with tenderness, entwined her breath with him, and whispered: "Qingqing, my Qingqing..." He declined shyly, suppressed his eagerness, and showed the reserve that a young man from an aristocratic family should have: "Your Highness should not come here before the guests have left." The woman next to him paused, then smiled, praised him for his courtesy, then turned and left. She loved and cared for him, and every man in the world envied him. But the night was as cold as water, and the person beside him always left in the middle of the night, leaving him alone until dawn. On nights when she was not around, he tore up expensive silk scarves one after another, weeping until dawn, and pretending to be ignorant asked her where she had been. She hugged him, her body covered with unfamiliar rouge smell. She smelled his rouge deeply and sighed: "Qingqing, I don't want to hurt you." The rag at the end of the bed was not well hidden, and a corner was exposed. It was filament that was hard to buy. His heart was beating like a drum, and he was sweating stickyly. Before he could quibble with explanation, she laughed and said, "You like it? Let the slave rip it for you. Careful, my hand hurts." Su Ting'an thought that his wife loved him. She must love him... —— Intention: None