I was born sickly and weak, practically raised on medication. After a few near-death scares, my dad frantically hunted down a husband built like a brick house to offset my bad luck and bring me some vitality. Miraculously, ever since I moved in with Gui Xiao, my health steadily improved.

And once a girl recovers her strength, her mind naturally wanders toward darker, dirtier thoughts. For instance:

Gui Xiao is ridiculously hot: Dark thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a razor-sharp nose bridge.

His body is insane: Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, endless legs, and a ridiculously impressive bulge in his pants. One look and you just know he’s packing heavy.

And those chest muscles… They look like they’d feel unbelievable to touch.

Actually, I didn’t just want to touch them. I wanted to take a bite.

Late at night, while Gui Xiao was fast asleep, I crept over to his side of the bed. He slept stiff as a board, straight as a log. In the stifling summer heat, the thin sheet barely covered his broad, sculpted chest. I took a deep breath and slowly reached out my guilty little hand.

Just a light touch. Just a quick squeeze. Hehe.

Right as my fingers were about to graze his skin—

His eyes snapped open. A large, powerful hand clamped around my wrist. His gaze was icy:

“What are you doing?”

My face instantly fell into a pouting mess. “Gui Xiao… can’t I just touch you a little bit? We’ve been married for three whole years!”

To be fair, aside from keeping his hands off me, Gui Xiao was practically a dream husband:

He learned how to cook rich, nourishing meals to get my strength back, personally prepping all three dishes a day.

He carried me out to sunbathe and baked sweets to coax me whenever I felt lazy.

He hunted down the rarest, hardest-to-grow flowers just to plant them in our garden for me.

Every single night, he patiently soaked my feet and gave me a massage.

Whenever his rough, calloused fingers brushed against my ankles… God, it was a dizzying mix of tingles and sheer electricity.

I nuzzled into his shoulder like a clingy kitten: “Gui Xiao, I can’t sleep…”

His entire body went rigid. I thought I was making progress, but the next second, he pressed a single finger against my forehead and gently pushed me back:

“I’ll go make you a midnight snack.”

I screamed internally: Who wants food?! The only thing I want to eat… is YOU, you absolute wooden block!!!

While biting the blanket in sheer frustration, I posted another dramatic threat online. Right on cue, those weird floating comments flared up again:

I froze. My health came back… because of him?

Well, shit. Now I liked him even more.

A little while later, Gui Xiao walked in carrying a plate of food. I locked my gaze onto him, eyes gleaming like headlights. “Feed me.”

I reached out and held his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, causing a dollop of red ketchup to smear onto his knuckle. Bright red. Irresistibly sexy. I leaned down, bit into the fry… and let my lips purposefully graze his finger.

In an instant, his gaze shifted completely. Dark. Burning hot.

I deliberately licked the ketchup off his finger, then looked up with a bright, innocent smile: “Delicious. You’ve really got great skill with your hands…”

Gui Xiao bolted upright like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt, reeling three steps backward. His ears and neck turned a deep, fiery red, the veins on his neck pulsing visibly. He took a sharp, ragged breath: “Miss… I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

With that, he bolted. But as he sprinted out the door, I caught a quick, unbelievable flash of a fluffy, bushy tail?!

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