He wouldn't stop even if she begged him to.

  Qiao Yunxue took off at a hundred-meter dash speed and ran ahead by herself. She kept running all the way to the locker room, where Qiao Yunxue quickly changed into her skirt. She also happened to get rid of the new swimsuit she had just bought.

  Out came, seeing the gentle and elegant cloud looking at the sea with a hint of smile in her dark eyes. Qiao Yunxue couldn't help but pout: "Actually taking pleasure in others' misfortune."

  She slightly turned her face away, without explaining.

  She thought she was going back to the villa, but Rong Qian found out that it wasn't the case at all. She kept walking towards the bustling streets, and after crossing two streets, Rong Qian furrowed his brow: "Yunxue..."

  The car they rented is still at Mesa scenic spot.

  "I'm looking for a pharmacy," said Qiao Yunxue.

  What kind of medicine is sold at the pharmacy?

  She finally found a pharmacy and walked in with a big smile, looking around until she saw the electronic scale, then stood up with a curved eyebrow.

  "Forty-six kilograms." She muttered, frowning, "Only gained two kilograms, but the waist will be thicker? Doesn't add up..."

  Doubtful eyes cast towards the faintly smiling Rong Yu, where there were several meanings to what was said.

  He smiled wryly and nodded: "It's probably just a bad design of the swimsuit, an optical illusion."

  Qiao Yunxue was infinitely entangled: "Could it be that these two jin all grew on her waist?"

  Modest and unassuming.

  The two of them ate something casually outside and then got into the Buick, driving back to the villa in a leisurely manner.

  Yu Huan returned to the villa, took a bath, put on beach shorts, went barefoot and wore slippers. He carried his laptop into the study. The door was slightly closed, as if he was very busy and didn't want to be disturbed.

  He also pressed his temples with both hands...

  Staring at his busy figure, Qiao Yunxue let out a listless sigh and muttered to herself: "The long, endless night, how am I supposed to get through it."

  Perhaps it was her sigh that brought him to the doorway, his tall and slender figure appearing a moment later, his voice warm: "Yunxue can do what she likes."

  "What do you like to do?" Muttering, Qiao Yunxue tilted her small head and thought for a moment, stretching out two fingers. "I only have two hobbies, sleeping and painting. But..." But it was only 7 o'clock, and sleeping so early might mean waking up at 3 am. And there were no drawing boards here, not even a single pencil. How could she paint? She looked up, glancing at Rong Qiang's broad shoulders, his well-proportioned physique making her want to take another look. Qiao Yunxue forced herself to look away, refusing to be attracted to his vibrant charm.

  "There is also a computer in the study room." Rong Qian reminded. Then he went back to the study room again.

  "Hmm." She responded weakly, thought for a moment, and then Qiao Yunxue really went to the study. She sat down in front of Rong Qian's computer and opened QQ, but unfortunately, none of the people she usually contacted were online. She randomly browsed through the updates on her space for a while. Suddenly, she lifted her head and stared at Rong Qian blankly.

  Broad forehead and broad chin, long eyes and long eyebrows. His slightly damp hair was thick and jet black, his nose straight, making him look like a scholar at the moment. But because he was shirtless, he looked like a sexy scholar.

  He stared at his laptop, his fingers hovering over the space bar, his thin lips pursed as if stuck on something.

  He was so serious that even when she sat opposite him and stared at him for several minutes, he didn't give her a bit of attention.

  "Be humble." she shouted.

  Rong Qian hadn't come back to himself yet.

  She withdrew her gaze, feeling a bit frustrated and depressed, and hot. Qiao Yunxue suddenly got up, went back to the bedroom to get her pajamas, and took a bath first. When she came out, she found his wallet on the ground. She slightly bent down and picked it up.

  The wallet is very light, as if there's nothing inside. Can't help but wonder how poor this guy is that he needs to work so desperately.

  Taking a glance at the serious man in the study, Qiao Yunxue touched her nose - men are creatures that would rather die with dignity than live with shame. At worst, she could secretly slip two bills into his wallet and let him not be so exhausted every day.

  Qiao Yunxue took out two red bills from her own wallet. She picked up his wallet and unzipped it.

  As expected, there were only a few dozen yuan in it. Plus an ID card and a UnionPay card. She took a glance at the UnionPay card and put it back obediently.

  There's nothing worth seeing, she put her two coins in and carefully zipped it up.

  When I was about to put down my purse, something suddenly fell out of it.

  Qiao Yunxue was stunned. It wasn't until after a while that she bent down, crouched her body and stared at the things that had fallen out of her purse.

  That is a woman's photo.

  A colorful photo, only two inches in size, the photo has been glued but is slightly yellowed. The photo is of a young woman. Her eyes are bright and almond-shaped, her eyebrows are painted like a picture, her black hair cascades down like a waterfall. She's very beautiful, very gentle, with a strong feminine charm that even the toughest man can't resist.

  Qiao Yunxue was stunned. Among the women she had seen, Yanzhi was considered one of the most beautiful, but Yanzhi did not have such elegant and enchanting charm.

  The photo he put in his wallet is of a very important person.

  Was she the most important woman in his life?

  Suddenly, Qiao Yunxue took out the 200 yuan she had just put in and put the photo inside.

  Put his wallet on the ground and restore it to its original state.

  Everyone has their own secrets. She has hers, and he certainly has his. Maybe one day he will take the initiative to tell her...

  "Swallows must not be his beloved." she muttered.

  Covering her mouth with her hand, calming her emotions, Qiao Yunxue slowly walked to the study. At the same time, she was sizing up her new pajamas.

  This is one of his express items, silk, very thin, if it weren't for the red color, it would be completely transparent, fortunately it's pink.

  Created some visual illusions, at first glance it doesn't seem as revealing as Venus.

  In a brand new environment, the past hurts seem distant, and Qiao Yunxue, who is extremely calm, can't find anything to do, she just wants to find someone to walk with in the courtyard below, smell the azalea fragrance, and feel the sea breeze.

  There is only one person who can accompany her.

  "Be gentle." She shouted again. Somewhat puzzled, he didn't seem to have any worries during the day, so why did he always have so many things that required brain power every night?

  Was he using work to forget some past events?

  A sweet body fragrance and the scent of a refreshing shower gel slowly spread out, and Rong Yu, who had fallen into deep thought, finally lifted her head. Her focus gradually concentrated on her thin nightgown, then landed on a certain small point.

  Her dark pupils were deep and quiet, her expression calm and gentle: "Yunxue?"

  She gazed at him intensely: "Your parents don't take care of you, they don't care about you."

  Her long eyelashes fluttered, her slender fingers quietly landed on the keyboard, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Oh?"

  "They've never called you before." Qiao Yunxue analyzed with certainty, "Rongqian, I understand that in this world there is only one swallow who treats you the best."

  "Oh." His voice was flat.

  Take a deep breath, thinking of the beautiful woman in the photo, Qiao Yunxue sniffled: "We're both drifters at the end of the world. But I'm happier than you, I have the entire Oil Painting Street caring for me. You don't."

  "Oh." He didn't express his opinion.

  "Even if we can't be on the same page, I'll try my best to get along with you peacefully." Qiao Yunxue forced a smile and spoke sincerely, "It seems impossible for us to be buddies, so let's just stand on the same boat and help each other out."

  He nodded, with a humble and sincere expression: "Yunxue, no matter how things change, you are my wife. I married you, so naturally I have to take responsibility for our marriage, and be responsible to you."

  She was slightly stunned, and very feminine discerned his meaning. He would be responsible for her, not just pamper her. But wasn't this exactly what she thought now?

  She will treat him well, but compared to her wife's warmth and thoughtfulness, she always falls short by a step.

  "Thank you!" she said, with a serious face.

  She nodded, with a humble and subtle smile, gazing at her. Apparently, she had unknowingly touched his heart, hence the seriousness in their conversation.

  "I want to go for a walk." Qiao Yunxue said softly, with him around, sometimes the space feels smaller.

  "Uh-huh." Rong Qian's long eyelashes fluttered, shining with a light that Jiao Yunxue couldn't understand. "First, get me a glass of water."

  She glanced at his tightly furrowed brows, and Qiao Yunxue puffed out her cheeks as she stood up, wanting to go for a walk alone. Instead, she obediently brought him a glass of water. Alas, who made him so lonely, looking so pitiful, and coincidentally becoming her husband? She had no choice but to help him.

  Rong Qian took the water cup and put it on the computer desk. Her long eyelashes locked onto her, who had just bathed and had an exceptionally clear complexion. The silk nightgown wrapped around her body, mature and beautiful.

  Feeling a sense of danger, Qiao Yunxue took a step back and smiled: "I'm going to sleep."

  "Good." Rong Qian nodded, but suddenly stretched out his arm and hooked her slender waist. He pulled his arm back, and she fell onto his lap. She hurried to find her balance, stretching out both hands, but they were skillfully caught by him.

  He buried his head of thick black hair in her chest.

  "Ah......" Qiao Yunxue's brain lost its thinking function. She vaguely thought, did Rong Qian want her to deliver water or deliver herself to him?

  His lips touched her pounding heartbeat, slowly moved, and gently sucked.

  "...How can he be so close to her heart. She wanted to push him away, but she didn't have the strength. Her mind gradually cleared up a bit - such a gentle and warm Rong Qian should be like her, a victim of love. Perhaps that beautiful woman had found her own Prince Charming and dumped him."

  So he was thirty-two years old and still avoided women, being known throughout the capital as "impotent".

  So she should be nicer to him.

  Allies need to help each other.

  "We are husband and wife. Yunxue will be responsible for me." He seemed to know that she wanted to hide, and he reminded her in her ear.

  "Oh." She didn't object. But she had to find something to say, "Rong Qian, do you want to work 365 days a year? How can people be so tired..."

  Upon hearing her complaints, his lips left her chest, and Rong Qian gazed at her with a faint smile: "Yunxue is right. Then, let's take three days off here and do what we should be doing."

  Do what we should do?

  Blinking her eyes, Qiao Yunxue didn't understand what they should do. Now she just wanted to go downstairs and smell the fragrance of azaleas.

  "I'm going downstairs," she said.

  "I..." murmured humbly and hesitantly.

  Qiao Yun's calm face was tinged with a hint of loneliness, and for a moment, her heart softened: "Alright, I won't go down. I'll just stay here. Hey, what are you doing..."

  "Do what we should do." Rong Qian stood up and naturally took her in his arms.

  The feeling of being suspended is really unbearable, Qiao Yunxue protested: "Put me down."

  "Let you go soon." Rong Qian's black pupils seemed to smile, holding her as if she were a cotton ball, light and gentle. He strode back into the room, gently placing her in bed, his long body lying on top of hers.

  His weight pressed down on her, making her see stars: "Rong Qian, I just wanted to chat with you, not like this..."

  "I think..." The two words blocked all her words. Her flexible fingertips stroked her smooth and tender skin.

  The back, gliding over the slender waist, winding down, slanting into the depths, as if savoring the wonderful fragrance.

  His sharp teeth, however, were biting into her tender flesh. She couldn't feel how hungry he was, but she could deeply sense his audacity. That handsome face, with an expression of desire that had never been seen before, gave her a wanton and abandoned feeling.

  For a moment, she softened and invited the wolf into her home. Qiao Yunxue's face turned red with embarrassment, unable to move forward or backward. She had to force herself to suppress those awkward sounds in front of him.

  And she could clearly feel that he was wantonly entwining her whole body, but what he liked to touch the most were her waist and the fullness in front of a woman.

  She felt him penetrate her lightly, feeling the heat between his abdomen. She suddenly struggled to crawl out from under him: "Wait - Dures."

  "We don't want that." Rong Qian stopped her.

  "I want it," she said, her eyes shining brightly, very seriously.

  He leaned over, pinched her nose: "Husband and wife don't need that. Baby, listen."

  Baby?

  Her heart skipped a beat, something inside her collapsed with a loud crash. Qiao Yunxue was suddenly stunned, staring blankly at him, forgetting the situation, vaguely thinking about when they had become intimate enough for her to be his "darling"...

  What a strange and weird feeling...

  She hasn't even gotten used to calling herself "wife" yet!

  I don't know if it's because I relaxed my "policy" towards him today, or if this unfamiliar place touched a certain corner of his emotions. Rong Qian transformed from a gentleman to a complete man, his large palms supporting her waist, entwining with her in a long and dense embrace.

  He didn't even blink, staring at her blushing face, with a faint sense of satisfaction and a hint of a smile in his eyes.

  Her eyes gradually became moist.

  Maybe one day they will be like what mom said, grinding each other's hearts and minds into a happy couple.

  Everything calmed down, but her slender fingers slowly touched the tears at the corner of her eyes: "Does it hurt?"

  She hastily shook her head, desperately smiling at him, and jokingly said: "Your ex must have been an idiot to leave someone as gentle as you."

  Can't help laughing and crying, Rong Qian tightened his long arms, hugged her into his bosom, calm and composed: "Yun Xue thought too much."

  A casual remark. It kept Qiao Yunxue awake until midnight. Did he really have a past lover...

  Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

  During the day, he strolled around various places and looked at different buildings. At night, he no longer focused on his computer, but occasionally took her downstairs to stroll along the beach together, listening to the sound of the waves and feeling the sea breeze.

  Then, they rolled in the sheets. He was tall and large, while she was petite, his desire often made her ache, and it was impossible to ignore his existence. But she had to admit that his tenderness and strength blended together, making her feel so comfortable that she often forgot to resist.

  Before leaving, Rong Qian took her to the cemetery again and stared at the three words "Xia Si Si" for a long time.

  As she held the return ticket in her hand, Qiao Yunxue let out a soft sigh.

  Heaven knows, after three days, she'd rather he be busy with his computer every day.

  "With a sudden movement in her heart, she raised her head and said: 'Rong Qian, why do I feel like I'm being led by the nose...'"

  "Is there?" Rong Qian was taken aback. "Whatever Yunxue says, I do. I put down my work to accompany Yunxue, all for the sake of satisfying my wife."

  Isn't it obvious that he took the initiative? Isn't it obvious that he came onto her? Isn't it obvious that he wouldn't even use Durex? Isn't it obvious that he didn't stop even when she was in pain?

  Zhang Zhang's mouth was open, but Qiao Yunxue couldn't say a word. She stared at him with her eyes wide, and finally blushed.

  It's okay, anyway they all went back. Back to that home, they will return to their original track.

  She suddenly didn't want to be responsible for him anymore...

  Rong Qian seemed very tired, and closed her eyes to rest. Her head slowly fell onto her shoulder.

  He let out an even breath.

  Looking at his angular face, Qiao Yunxue quietly averted her gaze. Her heart skipped a beat.

  After getting off the plane, Rong Qian was like a different person. His footsteps quickened, his expression turned colder, and even his dark eyes seemed to deepen.

  He was talking on the phone with Qian Tao: "Sue Su Qinglan tomorrow."

  Caw——

  Qiao Yunxue was stunned, and it seemed like they were really going to court?

  "The piece of land taken from Su's family will be used for commercial purposes." Yung Jian's second sentence.

  Qiao Yunxue stared at Rong Qian in shock - why did she feel that something was off?

  As soon as I got home, Swallow rushed over and burst into tears: "I'm so lonely by myself, there's not even any noodles to eat, and I still have to help you deal with Su Qinglan's annoying phone calls..."

  Standing at the door, looking at the touching scene in front of her, Qiao Yunxue wanted to show a sour expression, but for some reason, she couldn't squeeze out any sourness.

  It's too ridiculous! After a trip to Shenzhen, Xia Sisi appeared, and then there was another photo, now she doesn't think there is any ambiguous relationship between Yanzi and Rong Qian.

  Qiao Yunxue gently stood in front of the two: "As I am Mr. Rong's wife, can you two please be more discreet? This is very embarrassing for me..."

  Qiao Yunxue had barely finished speaking when Yanzi burst into loud wailing, grabbing onto Rong Qian's sleeve and wiping away her tears: "Look at her, she doesn't love you one bit. I'm going to be heartbroken to death! Qiao Yunxue, are you or aren't you planning on having a baby to play with?"

  Rong Qian patted Xia Yan's shoulder: "Xia Yan, babies aren't toys..."