Married to the Protagonist

“…” She really wanted to jump up and bite him to death.

Awkwardness was a catalyst in improving their relationship.

It was because of this catalyst that something between them had vaguely changed. It wasn’t obvious but it was essential.

It added some sort of “flavor” to their indifferent daily lives.

It was quiet and soundless. One couldn’t catch it even if they wanted to.

Chen Jinyao was shy and she still felt awkward. She carried Duni into the bedroom and attempted to relieve the awkwardness she felt while being alone with Yan Cheng using Duni, this lightbulb. However, it didn’t work out. By the time she finished showering and came out, Duni was expressionlessly tossed to the living room by Yan Cheng.

When he saw her shocked gaze, he said properly without even thinking, “Duni will bother me with his snoring.”

Chen Jinyao was even more expressionless than when he tossed the cat. Instead, she applied her facial cream and said strangely calm, “…Oh.”

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The lamps were turned off and the bedroom immediately sunk into darkness.

Except for the silverish moonlight secretly creeping into the window and penetrating through the cracks of the curtains, sprinkling some silver moonlight.

“I think we need some passion in our marriage.”

In the darkness, Yan Cheng slowly said this, his meaning clear.

He didn’t bother to beat around the bush.

It was rare that Chen Jinyao didn’t snuggle in his arms, her back against him. She rolled herself in the blanket and took up a corner of the bed. She just needed to move slightly outside, and she’d probably fall under the bed.

Yan Cheng exclaimed, “Can you not act like a coward whenever we’re done?”

He rolled over and laid still. “It’s not like I’ll do anything to you right now.”

“…” Chen Jinyao spat at him.

“Why are you spitting at me? You need to treat this matter properly. Stop being suspicious of me for no reason. We need to resolve this issue.”

From a certain perspective, she had to admit that Yan Cheng’s words made sense. She stayed under the blanket for a while and thought about it. Chen Jinyao finally let go of her dignity and turned around, rolling herself into the man’s arms as if she had nothing to lose.

She rubbed against him, and then again. Then, she acted like she was being charitable. “Fine.”

Young Master Yan humphed unhappily. “Tch. You’re quite capable, hm?”

Chen Jinyao lifted her head and kissed his chin.

In the middle of the night.

It started raining outside.

It drizzled every now and then. Afterwards, it gradually grew big as if there were small hailstones hitting the window, making loud noises.

There was no light in the room.

It must be because of the mutton soup and its effect.

Yan Cheng suddenly started to feel warm, and there was a sense of internal heat. He flipped back and forth. After he woke up, he couldn’t fall back asleep at all.

Seven or eight minutes later, he sat up.

He turned the warm yellow lamp on by the bed and stared lifelessly not far from him, in a daze. Not long later, he slowly shifted his gaze back. He looked down to see Chen Jinyao by his side. Her shoulders were half-exposed, and the red marks on her shoulders as well as neck were due to their naughty playtime before sleep. Before the critical moment, he let her go.

It was really late at that time.

If he did continue, the bed would probably be creaking and banging even now.

She still needed to wake up early for work tomorrow.

“…” She thought that his conscience must’ve come to play.

But right now, he regretted his decision badly!

It was pouring outside.

After a while, it slightly drizzled.

The drizzling of the rain sounded gentle, and it was easy to recover from his agitated mood. Yan Cheng half narrowed his eyes, grabbing a coat and walking to the living room to smoke.

Duni kneeled by his feet obediently. Yan Cheng almost choked as he took in a deep breath, exhaling smoke rings. His thoughts started to run wild. When they were fooling around before sleep, Chen Jinyao almost cried because of him. He thought that he was in a trance or that he was a madman, thinking that she was cute when she cried. Even more, he wanted her to cry some more.

Only

This contracted marriage was surprisingly good.

After he finished smoking, he returned to the bedroom.

Yan Cheng took a warm shower before getting rid of the restlessness brought by mutton soup. What served more as a tonic were the ingredients inside.

He thought that his parent-in-laws must’ve had some misunderstanding.

…

He didn’t know whether to call it a coincidence or not, but Chen Jinyao’s phone lit up as Yan Cheng walked out of the bedroom, his upper body bare. He only wore briefs. Sparkling and translucent water droplets were all over his shoulders and arms. Because it was a bit dim, the light coming from the phone was extremely bright and glaring. Yan Cheng narrowed his eyes and walked over. He casually gazed at her phone.

It was a notification for WeChat friend confirmation.

—Yaoyao, I am Huo Qidong.