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the next morning.

He Yan was sleeping soundly when she heard her phone ringing.

She groggily pulled out her phone and saw that it was a call from Lu Yanzhe. It was a little after six in the morning, and she felt a strange sense of irritability rising within her.

I feel like I'm not getting enough sleep lately. Is it because I'm too busy and tired?

However, He Yan thought about it and decided not to dwell on it, so she answered the phone.

"what happened?"

"Xiaoyan, are you awake? Xiaoze isn't doing well, can you come and check on him right away?"

On the phone, Madam Lu's voice carried a hint of anxiety.

He Yan sat up immediately upon hearing her voice.

"I'm an old man, what happened to Lu Yanzhe? Wasn't he perfectly fine yesterday?"

At this moment, Bo Siheng's hand was still on her waist.

He woke up when he noticed her movement.

He was a little annoyed to hear that Lu Yanzhe's affairs had woken He Yan up so early in the morning.

"He was fine yesterday. I don't know what happened. The doctor here said his wound isn't healing well and has become infected. Xiaoze also has a fever now. Please come and see him!"

Mrs. Lu's voice was choked with sobs on the phone.

He Yan and Bo Siheng exchanged a glance, their expressions both becoming solemn.

"Madam, please don't worry, I'm coming right away."

She promised to take care of Lu Yanze, and that he was injured because of her.

After hanging up the phone, He Yan hurriedly got up.

Bo Siheng was not sleepy either, and moved in sync with her.

Their long-standing close relationship has led them to understand each other's meaning without needing to say anything.

It felt as if they were already an old married couple.

"Xiaoyan, which tie do you think would go well with my outfit today?"

Bo Siheng's back injury looks big, but it only hurts the skin and flesh. So he still has to work hard at the company to handle those things, and he also has to guard against Bo Yuanzhou's underhanded tricks.

He Yan was changing clothes on the other side when she heard the noise and turned her head to look.

Bo Siheng is now holding two ties.

He wore a dark gray suit today, which suited Beijing well since it's autumn now.

Moreover, he had always worn very thick clothes because of the cold poison.

"The one on the left, the one with the silver plaid pattern, is better."

"Alright, I'll do as you say, Madam."

Bo Siheng enjoys these interactions with He Yan in their daily lives.

That would make him feel like they are a real couple.

Not because of a contractual relationship.

After he finished tying his tie, he saw that He Yan had also changed her clothes, so he went over to help her match her jewelry.

"You seem to always like simple and elegant clothes like this."

She mostly wears hoodies and jeans.

Even with such a simple outfit, she couldn't hide her brilliance standing among a group of socialites from Beijing's elite circles.

"Because it makes things easier! If I had been wearing a skirt and high heels to climb the mountain and fight that night, I probably would have fallen several times before I even hit anyone."

He Yan's style of dressing has never been fixed.

She needs clothes to complement her outfits and know what to wear for what occasion.

"Then you should wear a pearl necklace today."

Bo Siheng bought a lot of clothes and jewelry with his grandmother last time in order to coax He Yan.

Love is hidden in the little details of daily life.

"You seem to have gained a little weight since the first time we met. You were too thin when we first met you."

When he hugs her, he can encircle her with one hand.

Looking at He Yan's slightly round face, Bo Siheng felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

"Really? I didn't feel it myself."

As He Yan finished applying her lipstick and was about to leave, she didn't forget to pat him on the shoulder.

"Be careful with your injury and avoid strenuous exercise. Also, your second uncle is a shrewd person, so don't let him find out."

She then gave him a handmade sachet.

"Used to mask the smell of medicine."

"Thank you ma'am."

Bo Siheng smiled and happily put it into his coat pocket.

He knew He Yan was going to take care of Lu Yanzhe, but he still couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"But the thought of you going to see other men makes me jealous, so..."

Bo Siheng put his arm around He Yan's shoulder and lowered his head to kiss her.

He Yan subconsciously looked up, already used to kissing him.

But Bo Siheng's intentions went beyond that. He maliciously bit her collarbone lightly to leave his mark as He Yan's husband, to demonstrate his possessiveness.

"Hiss... Bo Siheng, what are you doing?"

He Yan didn't expect him to do something bad, and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

It didn't hurt, but it had a tingling sensation.

Her surprise was so obvious that Bo Siheng couldn't resist kissing her lips again.

"I just want others to see that you are mine."

He Yan realized what was happening and was both amused and exasperated.

She turned her head and saw in the mirror that there was a faint mark on her collarbone.

"That's not how you leave a hickey! You're doing it wrong!"

"Madam seems to know a lot?"

Bo Siheng raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing surprise mixed with cunning.

He Yan turned to look at him, her gaze instantly becoming serious and earnest.

"You want to know?"

She turned around and loosened the tie that Bo Siheng had just tied, then unbuttoned his shirt.

Then, he pulled on his tie and hooked it around his neck.

As if sensing her intention, Bo Siheng smiled and bent down in cooperation with her, pursing his lips.

He Yan tiptoed and left a mark on Bo Siheng's collarbone.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

How come he's so tall?

Bo Siheng felt He Yan's movements, his eyes widened, and almost instantly pulled her into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Her flirting was fatally attractive.

"Xiaoyan...how did you know to leave a hickey like this?"

Bo Siheng's voice was hoarse, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

He wouldn't have endured this much pain if he hadn't been afraid of scaring her by expressing too much emotion at once.

He Yan saw the masterpiece she had left on Bo Siheng's neck.

She didn't forget to explain to him.

"A hickey, also known as a mechanical purpura, is medically explained as a rupture of subcutaneous capillaries caused by forceful sucking and suction in a closed mouth."

Bo Siheng pursed his lips and almost burst out laughing when he saw He Yan's serious expression.

How could his wife be so innocent and lovely?

How could a normal adult not understand?

After all, Jiang Lu had acted so outrageously in front of him many times, always bringing different women to any gathering.

"Since you're so knowledgeable, Madam, could you teach me a thing or two?"

Bo Siheng held her waist tightly.

His lips moved closer again, lightly touching hers with a seductive touch.

He was just testing the waters because he was afraid she would be upset.

Unexpectedly, He Yan gave him such a big surprise.

"Then do what I just said, don't let go when you kiss, and just keep it going for a while."

He Yan looked up and cooperated with him, and it really was like they were sharing medical knowledge.

Until she felt a slight stinging sensation.

Bo Siheng was surprised that He Yan was so obedient, and he felt a strange sense of guilt.

But at the same time, I felt a great sense of satisfaction.

"Are you done? I should go out now."

He Yan belatedly realized that their interaction and kissing were far too ambiguous.

She couldn't help but push him away, and then saw the red marks on his collarbone in the mirror.

This seems a bit too crazy.

But I didn't feel disgusted; on the contrary, I found it a little sweet.