Best friend turned enemy? Marrying the villain, if she runs, I'll run too.

As they drew closer, Song Guanting finally heard the words she murmured.

"Becoming love-obsessed..."

Love brain?

What's that new word?

Mr. Song, who was completely unfamiliar with the new slang used by young people, sat back down.

He let Meng Tang hold his tie and took out his phone to check.

Although he and his young wife were only three years apart, there couldn't be too much of a gap between them.

Baidu Baike defines "love brain" as a condition where a person, when in love, develops extreme attachment and anxiety towards their partner, fears being abandoned, and sometimes tries to please them while at other times being hostile and devaluing them.

The further Song Guanting looked down, the deeper his cold brows furrowed.

Will he become that kind of dopamine-fueled idiot?

It's really ridiculous.

Do you really think this is some kind of silly, sweet TV drama? Have you wasted over twenty years of elite education?

Being insecure and losing your rationality in love is not being love-struck; it's being a fool.

Song Guanting seemed to be still angry, and pinched the soft flesh on his wife's face.

"When you're getting the benefits, you call me 'husband' all the time, more affectionately than anyone else. You don't understand me at all. Wait until you wake up, and I'll settle this score with you."

Although Song Guanting made such a threat, he was still worried that if he soaked in the bathtub for too long, the water would get cold and he would catch a cold, so he reached out and picked up a bath towel from the side.

Just as his large hand landed on his young wife's slender waist and he was about to pull her up, Meng Tang suddenly leaned forward.

After soaking for a while, her mind cleared up a bit. Meng Tang opened her almond-shaped eyes, which were misty and watery in the fog, and blinked twice.

It even licked its lips like a greedy cat.

Then, he released the hand that was holding Song Guanting's tie and instead used both hands to cup Song Guanting's face.

This posture makes it look like a spoiled brat harassing a respectable woman.

"Such a beautiful face, even in a dream it's beautiful, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, beautiful nose, beautiful mouth... so beautiful too."

"Isn't he a million times better than that gigolo surnamed Cheng? What kind of taste did the original owner have? No wonder he was so stupid. I'm not stupid."

Meng Tang, who kept saying he wasn't stupid, chuckled foolishly, like an old man in the village who had been single for many years and had finally found a wife, about to take liberties with his new bride.

"I just love how beautiful it is. It's mine, and no one is allowed to take it away!"

After saying that, Meng Tang opened her mouth and bit down on Song Guanting's lips.

She was completely clueless when it came to kissing; it was less like a kiss and more like a dog nibbling at food haphazardly.

She ignited a burning desire within Song Guanting, practically dancing a rave on his nerves.

What gigolo? And what original owner of this body?

Song Guanting thought that his wife must have been watching too many mindless soap operas.

In addition, as a director herself, she inevitably has a richer emotional world than the average person and often confuses reality with illusion.

Song Guanting's breathing became erratic, heavy and labored.

The force holding her slender waist suddenly tightened, as if trying to embed her into his very bones.

"You provoked me first, so don't beg for mercy later."

After taking a bite, Meng Tang found it wasn't as sweet as she had imagined, so she wanted to pull away.

But how could Song Guanting allow her to escape unscathed after setting the fire?

Perfect timing! He was thoroughly humiliated by her today and was covered in sweat.

There's always a chance to get some interest back.

The water in the bathtub kept sloshing around, splashing water that wet the tiled floor.

Chen Ma brought the hangover tea upstairs at exactly half an hour.

Knock on the master bedroom door, "Sir, the hangover tea is ready."

After waiting for a while, there was still no response. Could it be that it has fallen asleep?

However, my wife seems quite drunk. If she doesn't drink some hangover tea tonight, she'll probably have a headache tomorrow morning.

"Sir, may I come in?"

After saying a few words, Chen Ma carefully pushed the door open and came in.

Once the door was no longer in the way, a small animal-like whimper could be heard coming from the direction of the bathroom.

She looked like she had been tortured terribly; her delicate voice carried an extremely hoarse plea for mercy.

A splashing sound.

It sounded like water, followed by a rustling noise.

A short while later, Song Guanting came out of the bathroom.

However, he was holding someone in his arms, completely wrapped in a large bathrobe, with only his long, black hair slipping out, revealing that the person he was holding was a woman.

At Genting Highlands, besides his wife, there would naturally be no other woman who could be held by her husband.

"Put down the hangover tea. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

Chen Ma immediately realized that the young man had probably been making quite a fuss in the bathroom.

As expected of newlyweds, they have so many creative ideas for each other.

The husband is young and vigorous with a fiery temper, while the wife is petite and frail; it's uncertain whether she can withstand it.

"Ok sir."

Song Guanting put Meng Tang back on the bed. Meng Tang, who was weak and sore all over, was in a daze and just felt instinctively angry.

Tilting its head, it let out a loud yelp and bit Song Guanting's index finger.

The force wasn't strong; Song Guanting could even pull it back in one go.

But at this moment, President Song, whose dark eyes revealed a satisfied look after eating and drinking to his heart's content, showed rare patience. He not only didn't move, but also let her bite him.

With her free hand, she picked up the hangover tea from the bedside table.

"Drink the hangover tea, or you'll have a headache tomorrow morning. Be good."

He stretched out his long arm and pulled the person into his arms.

After securing the food in place, I scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then fed it to Meng Tang.

But after savoring the taste, Meng Tang wrinkled her pretty face and turned her head away in dissatisfaction.

"I want something sweet, not bitter."

Hangover tea is slightly bitter, but not as bitter as medicine.

How squeamish.

Although Song Guanting thought this way, his tone remained patient, even like he was coaxing a child.

"After you finish drinking, I'll give you some to eat, sweetie."

But is Meng Tang easily fooled?

Of course not, don't think she's easy to fool just because she's drunk.

She gritted her teeth and said, "No, no, I don't want to."

Song Guanting even suspected that she was faking being drunk.

But she had her own way of getting across the clouds, and he had his own clever plan to deal with her.

Song Guanting's thin lips stopped at her ear, no more than half an inch away, his breath hot and dangerous.

"If we don't drink the hangover tea, let's just continue what we were doing in the bathroom. It'll help us sober up anyway, okay?"

Meng Tang eventually obediently drank it.

He drank while cursing.

"Song Guanting is a beast."

"Song Guanting is not human."

A sip of tea and a curse word.

When the hangover tea was finished, Meng Tang had also cursed until her mouth was dry.

She licked her lips. "I'm thirsty. I need some water."

She then added in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Honey water."

It's normal to feel thirsty when you're drunk, but usually it happens after you sober up. In her case, it was clearly because she talked too much.

While Chen Ma was tidying up downstairs, she heard footsteps coming from the spiral staircase.

Seeing Song Guanting come downstairs and head towards the kitchen.

Where did you put the honey?