Gu Shaocheng went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he returned, he found that even when his wife was asleep, she tempted his heart. Unable to resist, he lay back in bed, pulling the calmly breathing woman into his arms.

What to do, still addicted!

Whenever he’s with his wife, he can’t help but feel passionate; it’s completely uncontrollable.

Don’t people say that you’ll get tired of being with a woman for too long? And what’s that about the seven-year itch?

Gu Shaocheng lowered his head, sketching her facial contours with interest. His fingers twirled her long hair, wrapping it around his fingertips circle by circle. In his heart, he thought, don’t talk about seven years, even seven times seven years wouldn’t make him bored of her.

That feeling had long transformed from love to affection, merging deep into his marrow.

This lifetime, wouldn’t be enough to savor her, right?

Gu Shaocheng’s lips curled into a warm smile, hugging his wife, he peacefully fell asleep.

The next morning, when Chenxing woke up, she felt like her entire body was falling apart. Seeing Gu Shaocheng’s lips slightly curved as he looked at her, "Awake, Mrs. Gu?"

Chenxing closed her eyes again, snuggling playfully into his chest to find a more comfortable position, lazily staying in bed for another half an hour. Then she pecked his chest softly. "Good morning, hubby."

Gu Shaocheng returned the passionate morning kiss, ruffling her face, "It’s still early, look what time it is."

"I should say good morning when I wake up. Do you want me to say good afternoon?" Chenxing shamelessly found a poor excuse, still unwilling to get out of his embrace, wishing she could stay in bed for another half hour.

Suddenly, she smelled a faint scent of flowers.

Chenxing sniffed around like a puppy, "What’s that smell? It’s so fragrant."

Gu Shaocheng squeezed his fingers, and a pink rose appeared in his palm like a magic trick. He chuckled, "For you."

"Giving me flowers so early in the morning?" Chenxing’s eyes lit up like lanterns. "Giving me flowers for no reason, either a scoundrel or a thief."

Gu Shaocheng playfully tapped her head, "Want it or not?"

"Of course I want it, even if it’s just one," Chenxing held it like a treasure, then suddenly thought of something and anxiously asked, "You didn’t pick this while running in the yard, did you?"

"Hmm?"

"You flower thief!" Chenxing made a neck-choking gesture. "You know those two rose bushes were planted by me personally, yet you picked one?"

Gu Shaocheng: "..."

He held her face and planted a strong kiss, "I am indeed a flower thief, or how else could I have gotten you?"

Chenxing hummed, using her little foot to kick his calf lightly, lifted the quilt to find her slippers, only to be dazzled instantly, as the entire white comforter was covered with red petals, layered and sprinkled carelessly.

Chenxing turned back, surprised, and used her eyes to ask, while Gu Shaocheng propped his head on one arm, lying sideways smiling at her, responding with his eyes to her previous accusation of being a flower thief.

Chenxing swallowed hard; this man lying sideways like this was irresistibly sexy, carrying a trace of scratch marks on his exposed chest, hinting at the intense battle last night. Chenxing forced herself not to keep swooning over him, lest she trigger his desire and spend the entire day in bed. Rapidly putting on her shoes, she headed into the dressing room, moments later returning with a handful of petals, shocked as she looked at the man still in bed, "The dressing room has them too?"

Gu Shaocheng whistled, beckoning her with his finger.