Above, it reaches the hall; below, it reaches the kitchen.

  If there wasn't a box of Hush Puppies on the headboard, Rong Qian thought his new wife had prepared a special treat for him...

  Qiao Yunxue stopped twenty centimeters away from him, pursing her lips tightly: "Rong Qian, are you a man?"

  The turbulent thoughts and feelings vanished into thin air, Rong Qian's face slightly twitched: "Clouds and snow can verify one's true identity." Calmly lifting the quilt, a shallow wheat-colored skin revealed robust and symmetrical muscles that evoked masculine beauty.

  At the moment when Da Tui's leg entered her line of sight, Qiao Yun Xue quickly turned away and hastily retreated backwards: "Rong Qian, what do you want to do? Ah, my waist..."

  The rope snapped. In the instant she fell onto the floor, Rong Qian flashed out his long arm and pulled her back with force.

  He scooped her up, his hand grasping the hem of her nightgown, almost stripping it off halfway. Half-naked, crystal-like skin, pink inner-wear straps, beautiful roundness, unintentionally flashed before Rong Qian's eyes.

  His eyes fell on her pink bra strap...

  Qiao Yunxue's face turned bright red, she hastily pulled on her pajamas and tried to calm herself down: "Rong Qian, from a man's perspective, can you tell me if there is such thing as platonic friendship between men and women?"

  "There are boys and girls, but no men and women," said Rong Qian.

  "Really?" Qiao Yunxue slightly furrowed her brow. "Rong Qian, would a man ask his ex-girlfriend to be friends without any ulterior motives?"

  This matter is quite serious! Xī Lì Hēi Tóng's eyes narrowed, Róng Qiān's face turned solemn - what did Luó Yún Fān want to do?

  "Rong Qian, don't you understand men's psychology?" Qiao Yunxue was anxious.

  He casually pulled her slightly cool hand and looked at her clear eyes: "A man like this has a thief's heart."

  "Oh..." She fell into deep thought. After a while, she broke into a relaxed smile, "I know now. Thank you, Rong Qian."

  After finishing speaking, she rolled up the thin air-conditioning quilt and wrapped herself in it.

  "Isn't there a way to get rid of women like flies?"

  Hei Tong's eyes flashed, and Rong Qian slightly curled his lips. This fly, without saying, was Su Qinglan.

  "Living more beautifully than her, living happier than her." Rong Qian raised an eyebrow.

  She said it well. She wants to work hard to improve herself and make Su Qinglan feel ashamed of herself.

  Qiao Yun's eyebrows and eyes curved as she patted his chest hard: "Rong Qian is really a good brother! Thank you, I can sleep now."

  "Brother?" Rong Qian's face stiffened, glancing at the white fingertips on her chest - would a brother get a marriage certificate?

  Rong Qian gently grasped her ring finger, and the shiny wedding ring caught their eyes: "Yunxue, we are husband and wife."

  "You're really a good buddy." Qiao Yunxue said with a smile, "But... it's really not enough to be a standard husband."

  "What's with 'standard husband'?" Rong Qian furrowed her brow. What's that supposed to mean?

  Qiao Yunxue struggled free from his grasp, rubbed her nose: "The three major laws of a standard husband - can enter the hall, can enter the kitchen, and..."

  She suddenly blushed and turned sideways: "Rong Qian, I'm sleepy. Good night!"

  "What's Article Three?" Rong Qian asked further.

  "Article three... " Qiao Yunxue hummed her nose, "Article three... rolled up big."

  The voice grew softer and softer until it was replaced by even breathing.

  She fell asleep.

  Rong Qian sat up, leaned forward, and her dark pupils locked onto her beautiful face.

  She slept very soundly.

  But he was more awake now than at any other time, without a hint of sleepiness.

  She gazed at him for a moment, then her slender palm fell, and the tip of her finger gently hooked onto the pink strap that exposed her shoulder...