The new year is the beginning of happiness.
Shen Shuangjian never encountered any harassment or disputes again, whether at home or out. Because he had someone with him, he no longer felt uneasy or surrounded by strangers or fans who recognized him.
Shen Shuangjian continued this lifestyle, staying at the Shen Residence three days a week and her own home four days a week.
Shen Shuangjian's life would be even more peaceful if Xie Jinghui didn't bully him occasionally. He could read books and watch movies every day in a quiet and undisturbed environment.
Winter has passed and spring has arrived; this spring has been easy to endure.
Shen Shuangjian no longer fell ill due to the large temperature difference between day and night, and no longer suffered from headaches due to anxiety and worry.
I no longer suffer from the discomfort of cold hands and feet at night, curling up in pain and unable to sleep all night.
Because Xie Jinghui's body was very warm, and when he was around, the soft blankets smelled reassuringly of intertwined breaths.
Nestled in the corner of the pillow and his embrace, the whole night was warm and cozy.
Aside from occasionally pressing on Shen Shuangjian's hair and upsetting her, Xie Jinghui rarely made Shen Shuangjian angry.
Today, Shen Shuangjian, unusually, agreed to Xie Jinghui's request to go on a date with him once again.
But Shen Shuangjian woke up rather late today.
The night before, Xie Jinghui was pleased by the date, so he spent some time with Shen Shuangjian.
She didn't go to "hug" him, but Shen Shuangjian still too tired to get out of bed, and even ate breakfast in the bedroom.
Before going out to see a movie, Shen Shuangjian Xie Jinghui had prepared all the clothes for her trip.
The two people's walk-in closets are filled with carefully coordinated outfits, each one meticulously chosen before being placed together.
"How about wearing this outfit today?"
Shen Shuangjian sat bare-legged on the sofa in the dressing room, leaning wearily against the cushions. This was the scene Xie Jinghui saw when he turned around.
On Shen Shuangjian's smooth, snow-white thighs, there were still faint pink marks from her fooling around a few days ago. Her loose-fitting pajamas revealed a delicate, porcelain-white neck area due to Shen Shuangjian movements.
Shen Shuangjian her knees curled up, was completely unaware of Xie Jinghui's slightly darkening gaze.
He simply reached out and pressed his shoulders and neck, which were a little sore from lying down for so long. He wanted to move, but he was also too lazy to move.
" Zhizhi."
Xie Jinghui's sudden voice made Shen Shuangjian look up at him somewhat blankly. Shen Shuangjian looked up, she saw Xie Jinghui's hand slowly fall onto her shoulder.
As they lived together for a longer period of time, Xie Jinghui became more and more familiar with Shen Shuangjian's habits.
Sometimes, Shen Shuangjian could also perceive the meaning behind Xie Jinghui's changes in expression or subtle movements.
For example, at this very moment, Xie Jinghui's sudden approach and the way her arm loosely encircled his waist indicated that Xie Jinghui wanted to kiss him, and might even "tease" him.
Shen Shuangjian frowned slightly and whispered her opinion, "No, my mouth hurts..."
Xie Jinghui genuinely enjoyed kissing Shen Shuangjian.
Besides the delicate kiss that lands on his hair every morning, Xie Jinghui also receives countless goodnight kisses, good afternoon kisses, and kisses that are given when he stops briefly as he walks by.
And these are just minor incidents in everyday life.
When Xie Jinghui truly kissed Shen Shuangjian, it was mostly long and passionate. The kiss was not fierce, but gently swept over Shen Shuangjian, plunging her into a hazy, dreamlike state.
But sometimes, after kissing for a long time, Shen Shuangjian, who was precious in every way, would get angry, cover her stinging and numb lips, and cry as she tried to get away.
Just like yesterday.
"It won't hurt, it will be gentle."
Xie Jinghui cupped Shen Shuangjian's face in his hands, his eyes filled with deep emotion as he assured her, "Just a kiss, I won't do anything else."
Xie Jinghui's guarantee is highly credible.
Shen Shuangjian hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse again. Seeing this, Xie Jinghui picked up Shen Shuangjian and made him sit on a low cabinet about half a person's height in the dressing room.
There was a soft, fuzzy cushion embedded in it, which wouldn't make Shen Shuangjian cold.
Xie Jinghui is a man of his word; if he says they're family, then they really are just family.
He never indulged himself, not even when Shen Shuangjian was overwhelmed by her senses and allowed Xie Jinghui to take whatever he wanted.
Even during the most intense period of their love, even when he so desperately craved to Shen Shuangjian, Xie Jinghui was able to control himself very well.
(Edited)
Shen Shuangjian's reaction progressed from initial confusion and helplessness, to losing her senses, then to weak sobs, until she finally snapped out of her daze and collapsed, clutching at him.
But Xie Jinghui did not appreciate Shen Shuangjian's peculiar habit of catching him again after he ran away.
He followed her, lifted Shen Shuangjian up, and kissed the skin Shen Shuangjian her neck, squeezing out her tears.
Then the next night, Shen Shuangjian woke up and was afraid of Xie Jinghui.
It's not that I'm afraid of him as a person, but seeing him reminds me of how I felt back then.
After a brief phone call lasting only a few seconds, Shen Sixian arrived again and brought Shen Shuangjian home once more.
Unlike that time, this time Shen Shuangjian ignored him, and Xie Jinghui to coax her for a long time before he finally calmed her down.
But after that, Shen Sixian glared at him and cursed him for a long time. She would even make sarcastic remarks whenever she saw Xie Jinghui.
After listening to it, the general idea is: Xie Jinghui is worse than a beast.
They practically kept calling him a heartless beast.
But Xie Jinghui never once cried out that he was wronged.
Whether Shen Shuangjian as delicate or innocent, whatever the reason, it was only natural that Bai Mudan, who had never experienced hardship, would always crave more gentle words and affection.
As for the hardships of raising them, Xie Jinghui joy in it.