"You... you can't possibly be thinking about... that with me, right?"
Cold Xiaoyao had only agreed to be his fake wife for a year, but that didn't mean she was willing to sell her body!
"No way! You can't sleep in the bed; you have to take the sofa or the living room!"
Cold Xiaoyao jumped up and chased into the bathroom, determined to claim ownership of the big bed and defend it fiercely.
"Why? Since when do married couples sleep apart?"
The translucent glass door revealed Han Chenyu's tall figure, making Cold Xiaoyao drool; his body was just that good!
Stop! Cold Xiaoyao, have some self-respect! Right now, you're negotiating territorial sovereignty. How can you be tempted by the enemy's handsome face?
Shaking off her daydreams, Cold Xiaoyao said firmly, "We're a fake couple."
"A fake couple is still a couple. If we're a couple, we should sleep together."
"I don't care! You're not allowed to sleep here! If you dare climb into bed, I'll kick you out." She demonstrated a kicking motion, which unfortunately was witnessed by Han Chenyu as he opened the bathroom door.
"How much strength do you think you have without drinking? You're going to kick me? By the way, you're not..."
"What?"
"You're not afraid I'll touch you, are you?"
"So what if I am? I'm a delicate beauty; who knows if you might pounce on me!"
Han Chenyu looked at her as if she were a strange creature. "Delicate? You? Don't worry, as long as you don't force me, I won't make a move on you."
Actually, Han Chenyu wasn't being entirely truthful; he still remembered the wonderful feelings she had given him that night. Stop, Han Chenyu, what are you thinking? She's just a means to deal with your mom. Didn't you say you weren't interested in any woman anymore? Have you forgotten so soon?
Clearing his mind of those unwelcome thoughts, he returned to his usual cold demeanor.
"Hmph, that's good to know."
Cold Xiaoyao was unaware of Han Chenyu's inner turmoil and felt like punching herself. That pitiful, heart-wrenching expression he had shown at the registration office was definitely an act! How could she have been fooled by his deceptive exterior? Look at him now, showing his true colors!
She decided to ignore Han Chenyu and prepared to meet Mr. Sleep in her wedding dress. However, Han Chenyu, who had a cleanliness obsession, couldn't tolerate it. He kicked Cold Xiaoyao and complained, "Woman, you're not planning to sleep like this, are you?"
"What's wrong with this?"
"Go take a shower and change your clothes!"
"I don't want to!"
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Seeing her eyes begin to droop, Han Chenyu swiftly picked her up and headed for the bathroom.
"Ah! What are you doing? Put me down!"
"You don't want to wash? I'll help you!"
He tossed her into the tub and prepared to change her soaking wet wedding dress.
"Stop, stop, stop! I'll wash myself, alright? Just go outside!"
"That's more like it."
Cold Xiaoyao shot him a killing glare as he left, feeling certain she must have owed this insufferable man something in her past life!
After a reluctant shower, Cold Xiaoyao sadly realized she hadn't brought her pajamas in.
"Han Chenyu, could you hand me my pajamas?"
"Where are they?"
"They're in the second wardrobe."
Han Chenyu found the pajamas, the same pink pig onesie she had worn when he 'proposed' to her. How childish.
"Woman, how old are you? Still wearing pajamas like this?"
"Mind your own business, just give them to me."
Cold Xiaoyao cracked open the bathroom door and stretched out her pale arm to catch the pajamas.
As Han Chenyu looked at her delicate, fair arm, he couldn't help but think back to that night.
"Han Chenyu? What are you doing? Hand me my pajamas!"
"Oh."
Han Chenyu shook his head self-deprecatingly. What was wrong with him? When did he become so weak-willed?
Once she finished showering, Cold Xiaoyao quickly dove into bed, glancing at the man already lying there. "Hey, I think I forgot something! Han Chenyu, get up!"
"You're not thinking about our wedding night, are you?"
"What are you talking about! I think we need to establish a prenuptial agreement."
Han Chenyu climbed out of bed, looking at Cold Xiaoyao with a smirk, curious about what strange ideas she might come up with.
"Go on."
"For the next year, we'll live our own lives without interfering with each other."
"Fine."
"You can't restrict my personal freedom."
"No problem."
He didn't hesitate at all, but then added, "I have conditions too."
"Why do you need conditions? In some ways, this marriage is a favor to you; what right do you have to set conditions?"
"Just because I have you by the tail."
Cold Xiaoyao cursed him for being shameless. So, whatever you do, don't let anyone grab your weak point! Alright, she would endure; one year would be over before she knew it.
"Fine."
"In this year, you need to play the role of a good wife and follow the Han family rules."
"Sure."
"Great, we're in agreement. Time for bed."
And so, the precious newlywed night was spent sleeping through without further ado.