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Song Tan pushed the hot tea in front of Shen Yin without changing her expression.

“Come on, snatch it.”

Shen Yin : “…”

Seeing him hesitate, a smile tugged at the corners of Song Tan’s lips.

“Even Teacher Shen gets scared sometimes.”

Shen Yin didn’t argue.

Indeed, he was afraid.

Not of getting burnt, but of spilling the tea.

Song Tan took the cup of tea in front of Shen Yin and placed it in front of herself, gently brushing the tea leaves floating on the surface with the lid. The aroma of tea wafted, and the warm, clear tea entered her mouth.

“Now, we’ve drank from the same cup of tea.”

With just Song Tan’s sentence, the tension in Shen Yin’s brow relaxed.

Yes, they had drank from the same cup of tea.

Even if others wanted to snatch it, they would have to think twice.

But what he feared wasn’t someone else snatching it.

He feared the one who drank tea with him leaving.

However, seeing her trying to comfort him indirectly, he felt quite content.

He stood up, walked to Song Tan’s side, and, under her inquiring gaze, bent down to lift her up horizontally.

Song Tan let out a soft exclamation.

Then her arms hung around his neck, her eyes fixed on Shen Yin.

Her eyes were too bright, and Shen Yin could feel her damp gaze on him even without looking.

“What are you thinking?”

Shen Yin asked Song Tan aloud.

After a moment’s thought, Song Tan replied, “I’m thinking about what Teacher Shen is thinking.”

“Have you figured it out?”

Song Tan shook her head.

“Why do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

A soft sigh filled the air. “Because I haven’t yet adapted to my new husband.”

Song Tan could feel Shen Yin’s arms around her tightening.

“Is it that you’ve not adapted yet, or… are you afraid?”

He hadn’t intended to discuss this issue with her.

But he found that this was unexpectedly the question he cared about the most.

Could Song Tan be afraid?

She was so clever; she must have guessed by now that he didn’t get along with the Huo family.

But what would she think of him?

“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?” Song Tan said, “Have you killed someone, or set fire to something?”

Shen Yin : “…” He did want to kill someone and set fire to something, but the thought of someone at home needing his care changed his mind.

“You protected me,” Song Tan tightened her grip on his neck, “and helped me buy back the house. I’m grateful to you beyond words.”

Song Tan seldom spoke the truth.

But now, speaking a bit of truth, she felt a bit embarrassed.

As she felt embarrassed, she tilted her head and buried it into Shen Yin’s chest.

Shen Yin glanced down at Song Tan buried in his embrace. Though he didn’t quite understand Song Tan’s reaction, this gesture relieved the pent-up frustration in his heart today.

“Song Tan,” he called.

Song Tan, buried in Shen Yin’s embrace, mumbled a “Hmm.”

“Check your homework.”

Song Tan suddenly raised her head from his embrace, looking up at him.

“Forget it, let’s just rearrange the homework.” From this angle, it would still be somewhat difficult for her to complete the task.

So, Shen Yin leaned in, Song Tan looked up, and their lips met.

With each breath, their breaths intertwined, faces flushed with heat, lips warm, thoughts becoming blurry, eyes filled with desire.

Shen Yin tightened his grip around her arms, but didn’t hurt her.

He softly called her name in her ear, “Song Tan.”

Feeling the warm breath brushing against her ear, Song Tan mumbled in a daze, “Huh?”

He asked, “Where’s your watch?”

Song Tan’s consciousness was forcibly brought back.

The watch?

Asking about the watch at this moment?

“I… took it off.”

Shen Yin asked her, “Why?”

“Why else?” Song Tan replied somewhat indignantly, “Can’t even get a kiss without incessant beeping.”

It really was affecting the mood.

Hearing her slightly emotional voice, Shen Yin chuckled softly.

Then, his laughter gradually grew louder.

Song Tan : “…?”

“My wife is really cute.”

Suddenly, he realized he had been in a misconception.

Song Tan was intelligent and decisive in her actions, not someone to be dragged along.

So, what he needed to do wasn’t to tie her tightly to him with a marriage certificate.

That would only push her further away.

What he needed to do was to love her properly.

For the first time, he had such a thought.

Song Tan was somewhat nervous.

[Host, do you want to wear that broken watch to check your current heart rate?]

007 was stimulated, so it turned off and hadn’t dared to look.

Now, after rebooting and seeing its Host sitting on the bed reading, it took a while to realize that not only had she not turned a page of the book, but her heart rate had also gone up.

Her heart wasn’t beating this fast even when she was fighting zombies.

If it kept beating like this, Host would be in trouble.

[Shut up, I’m just nervous.]

007 didn’t understand : [Nervous about what?]

[Adult matters, a child shouldn’t ask.]

007 : […] This system, who was already of retirement age, was not exactly a child.

However, Song Tan paid no attention to it.

Because Shen Yin came in.

The room they were staying in now was arranged by Shen Yin. The bed in the room was twice as big as the one in her boudoir.

It’s unclear whether it was Shen Yin’s order or his subordinates’ questionable taste, but the quilt they bought was a bright red mandarin duck quilt¹.

Song Tan felt that now it was even more like a honeymoon than when they first got married.

Shen Yin had just finished washing up, his hair was half-dried, with some strands falling on his forehead, adding a youthful vibe to him.

He looked like a clean and refreshing young man full of vitality.

“Waiting for me?”

The young man spoke.

Song Tan blinked and nodded.

The young man chuckled lightly, his voice crisp.

It was evident that he was really in a good mood.

The results of her coaxing today were not bad.

“Then wait for me a little longer, my hair is not dry yet.”

“Shall I help you dry it?”

Shen Yin paused, looking at her.

“Come, I can do it.”

Song Tan got out of bed, took the towel from his hand, and began drying his hair.

Song Tan’s movements were gentle, running her fingers through his hair while lightly wiping the strands with the towel.

Shen Yin’s attention was completely not on his hair.

It was on Song Tan’s waist.

He sat while Song Tan stood, his eyes looking downward, fixed on Song Tan’s waist.

Her waist was really too slim, he could circle her entire waist with one arm.

Thinking so, he tried it.

His arm encircled Song Tan’s waist, startling her, causing her body to instinctively shrink.

As her body shrunk, Shen Yin’s arm brushed against her softness.

It stirred something within him.

“Song Tan.” Shen Yin’s voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding dangerous.

He continued, “You’re too tempting.”

Song Tan innocently blinked, “Why did you attack my waist?”

—It tickles so much…

Song Tan’s innocent yet smiling appearance was akin to stirring up fire.

And this fire ignited with just a touch.

From the chair to the bed.

After a deep kiss, Shen Yin held Song Tan tightly, burying his face in her neck, murmuring lowly, “Song Tan, you’re such a tempting little enchantress.”

Song Tan felt ticklish in her neck too.

She wanted to move, but her body was now encircled by Shen Yin, unable to move at all.

Moreover, because the two were so close, she could feel the changes in Shen Yin’s body.

Song Tan’s face had long turned red, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

Shen Yin didn’t continue as she had expected.

Instead, he held her, waiting for the fire to die down.

Song Tan was puzzled.

In the dark night, she whispered softly, “Shen Yin…”

Shen Yin didn’t answer, but his hand scratched her waist in response.

She mumbled, “Actually, gentle touches would work too.”

Although her words were somewhat muffled, Shen Yin heard clearly.

Shen Yin chuckled softly.

“No rush.”

At this moment, he really wasn’t in a hurry to drink the hot tea.

He wanted to slowly lower her temperature and then take her into his embrace.

When tasting tea, the process should be slower to truly appreciate its flavor.

But his tea was a bit impatient.

She turned in his arms and asked, “Really?”

The warmth sprayed onto his neck, igniting the flames that had just calmed down.

Shen Yin : “…”

It seemed he had misunderstood.

All along, Song Tan was braver than him.

Especially when kissing, she could be described as bold.

How could he have thought she…

His misunderstanding was really way off.

While Shen Yin was still reflecting, Song Tan reached out her hand.

Shen Yin’s already tense body stiffened even more.

“Actually, there’s more than one way, right?” Song Tan’s voice came from under the covers, low and mellow.

¹ In Chinese culture, Mandarin ducks are believed to be extremely faithful to their partner, and are symbols of love, devotion, affection and fidelity. It’s the kind of quilt usually prepared for newlyweds’ first night or honeymoon nights. ↩︎