I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

He Lanchen was leaning against the bathtub. The water level was just enough to cover his looming mermaid line. As long as he moved his body slightly, the sensitive parts would be exposed.

"Young Master He, if you move around again, I'm afraid I'll scratch your back." Wen Wan's nails grew longer for fear of accidentally scratching his skin.

He Lanchen didn't move any more, sitting in the bathtub and continuing to let Wen Wan rub his back.

"What do you think of Dogwood's appearance?" His perfectly contoured arms rested on the edge of the bathtub, and he slightly raised his head to look at Wen Wan behind him.

His hair was now wet, and the bathroom was filled with mist. Wen Wan, who was wiping his back, stopped what she was doing, and her eyes were beautified.

On the contrary, it made He Lanchen extremely sexy. She tightened her throat and licked her lips lightly.

This is probably what it means to be beautiful and delicious, right?

Wen Wan did not dare to act rashly and followed He Lanchen's topic and replied, "Cornus is brightly colored and has certain medicinal value, so it is a good thing."

"I didn't expect you to know so much." He Lanchen unconsciously moved his body towards her direction, half-squinting his eyes as if he was pointing something, "It is exactly the same color as the red bean in Wang Wei's poem."

"Oh."

Wen Wan, who was wiping He Lanchen's back, showed little interest and chatted with him in a daze.

He Lanchen felt that the force of Wen Wan's rubbing on his back gradually weakened, and with a "crash" sound, he stood up from the bathtub.

When she looked up, she encountered a very unfriendly scene.

"Ah..." Wen Wan screamed, covering her eyes with wet hands, "He Lanchen, you are bullying me."

The scheming man smiled sinisterly. He walked to the shower room and closed the glass door.

When the sound of water sounded, Wen Wan turned her back to He Lanchen, put down her hands covering her eyes and walked out of the bathroom.

Her little face was as red as an attractive red apple, and there was a light blush on the tips of her ears. She walked to the sofa and sat down, placing her little hands against her chest. Her racing heart made her feel complicated.

He Lanchen definitely did it on purpose. It was the first time in three years of marriage that he teased himself like this.

Sitting on the sofa, after Wen Wan calmed down, she held her hot cheeks with her hands. Their relationship today made her very uncomfortable.

This was a trivial thing that a normal couple would do, but He Lanchen had no affection for her after three years of marriage.

Thinking of this, Wen Wan put down her hands holding her cheeks. At this moment, the bathroom door was opened, and He Lanchen walked up to her with a towel around his waist.

With every step he took, her face grew a little hotter.

"Does it look good?" He Lanchen asked.

Wen Wan almost couldn't help but nod, but finally she restrained her impulse.

"Young Master He, you'd better put on your clothes! If the heating is on indoors, you will catch a cold if you don't wear it for a long time." She stretched out her hand to scratch her cheek unnaturally, not daring to look at He Lanchen.

He Lanchen pinched a corner of the bath towel with his slender fingers. This action made Wen Wan's breath hitch.

"I am deeply touched that you care so much about my health." He twitched the corners of his lips and stared at Wen Wan's soft and red lips with his dark eyes, "How should I repay you?"

Wen Wan trembled. Could it be that he was so unusual today because of "gifts?"

"There is no need to repay. We are under the same roof. If you get sick, I will also be infected." Her words were like a basin of cold water pouring on He Lanchen's head.

The passion he finally ignited was completely destroyed by Wen Wan.

"Wen Wan, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak." He Lanchen gritted his teeth and glared at her fiercely.

Hate her incomprehensible style, hate her wooden lumps.

Of course Wen Wan understood the desire in He Lanchen's deep eyes, and the reason why she didn't want to accept it was simple.

He hasn't figured out what his feelings for her are yet, and it won't be too late to respond when he does.

"Then Mr. He, please rest first. After the back rub, I will go back to the room to rest."

Wen Wan put down his rolled-up sleeves and walked to the door to open it.

With a wall of warm flesh behind her, still carrying the moisture from the shower, Wen Wan's body gradually became hot, and her standing legs became weak and weak.

"Don't go, stay."

He Lanchen's warm breath sprayed on Wen Wan's delicate skin on the back of her neck, and she trembled all over. The amplitude was very small and he could see it clearly.

He Lanchen was very satisfied with Wen Wan's performance.

"Master He, I don't feel well today." Her soft voice sounded in the quiet bedroom.

He Lanchen pressed his whole body against Wen Wan, and the distance between them was as tight as a pair of conjoined twins.

"We won't do anything tonight, just sleep next to me." His slender fingers pushed aside the long hair that covered her snow-white nape, and small kisses fell densely on her skin.

Wen Wan felt as if she had been electrocuted, her body arched slightly, and a sound of shame was about to escape from her throat. She bit her lip with her teeth in time.

"Let me go first, as long as I don't leave."

Her fingers on the doorknob were shaking violently.

He Lanchen was very satisfied with Wen Wan's performance and carried her away.

She lay on the big bed, and He Lanchen left her and went to the cloakroom.

When he came out again, he had changed into a set of silk pajamas. The dark satin pajamas on him showed his nobility and unruliness.

Some people are born as God's darlings. They have such a bad character, but they can have a perfect appearance that overwhelms all sentient beings. It's unfair to God.

Wen Wan, who was lying on the bed, moved her body, hugged the quilt and watched He Lanchen lie down.

He lay on his side, pulled her into his arms with his long arms.

He Lanchen's cool fingers carefully kneaded Wen Wan's arm, with moderate pressure on his fingertips. Only then did she notice that he was massaging her bruises.

"I pinched you last night because I lost control."

He raised her wrist and kissed the warm skin of her wrist with his thin lips.

Wen Wan thought of Qin Zhen helping her apply medicine in the morning, and quickly pulled her hand back, "Young Master He, the bruise will disappear soon, but should you see a psychiatrist?"

He Lanchen tensed his face and said nothing, while she continued speaking.

"Losing control of your emotions is not a big problem. If your mood is relieved in a timely manner, you will become depressed due to excessive psychological pressure."

She thought that He Lanchen might have a mental illness caused by too much depression.

He Lanchen took Wen Wan's hand and massaged her again. He didn't want to say anything about her proposal.

There is indeed something about mental illness… and it’s not a minor one.

"Do you know why I hit that wild man?" When He Lanchen talked about Qin Zhen, there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

Wen Wan was frightened by his cold gaze, and she found that her hands and feet were all imprisoned by He Lanchen.

"Mr. He, it's okay. If you are under too much pressure at work, I can accompany you to see a psychiatrist." She comforted He Lanchen who was about to collapse.

After three years of marriage to He Lanchen, Wen Wan finally learned that he had a mental illness.