Everyday Life After a Whirlwind Marriage to Professor Zheng

The first time Yu Zhiyao met Zheng Wensheng was at a friend's art exhibition.

He was impeccably dressed, and everything about him, from his mannerisms to his gestures, gave off an air of propriety.

The second time was on a blind date.

Yu Zhiyao had just come out of a failed relationship. To keep his family from worrying, he had no choice but to accept the invitation. What he hadn't expected was that his date would be Zheng Wensheng, someone he had met once before.

During their conversation, Yu Zhiyao learned that Zheng Wensheng was also troubled by his family's nagging.

Yu Zhiyao joked, "In that case, why don't we just make do with each other?"

Zheng Wensheng considered it for a few seconds. "All right."

And so they got married. Zheng Wensheng was gentle and considerate, and they treated each other with respect. They got along reasonably well, until Zheng Wensheng accidentally discovered the secret in Yu Zhiyao's bookmarks.

Some rather... thought-provoking works of literature.

Yu Zhiyao was embarrassed. He explained that they were simply a kind of therapy to stimulate his artistic inspiration. Zheng Wensheng said he understood and offered to help.

Yu Zhiyao froze. "How?"

Zheng Wensheng stepped out to make a call. When he came back, he said that a friend who studied psychology had told him Yu Zhiyao needed a deeper level of stimulation, and that experiencing it firsthand would have a much stronger impact than reading about it.

"In other words, role-play."

Yu Zhiyao knew nothing about psychology, but it sounded like it made some sense.

After that, Zheng Wensheng accompanied him as they tried out every role in the more than a hundred books in his bookmarks, spanning all kinds of genres.

The first time, in an overcrowded office elevator, Zheng Wensheng slipped his hand into Yu Zhiyao's shirt, playing the part of one half of a forbidden, secret office romance.

The second time, they were a couple who shared a bed but not a heart, whose sex life was as grim as a funeral, and whose lovemaking was like □□.

The third time, at a charity gala organized by his ex's company, his usually gentle husband pinned him down in a secluded corner behind the spotlight. His teeth scraped Yu Zhiyao's nape, trying to inject pheromones that didn't exist.

Yu Zhiyao trembled against the wall. "Be gentle. Don't actually bite me."

Zheng Wensheng was a good husband, but Yu Zhiyao was starting to find it a little too much to handle.

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