If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

The man hugged the woman and buried his head in her neck. The woman immediately felt a warm current flowing across her neck and into her heart.

Holding his slightly trembling body, the woman's heart softened as she heard his low sobs in her ears, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for so long had finally found an outlet.

"Okay, okay, take a shower first, so you don't catch a cold. Besides, you're about to wake up the neighbors, and I don't want to be treated like a monkey." The woman wiped her tears on his clothes quietly and spoke softly. She had vaguely heard the neighbor's door opening.

The man stiffened when he heard that, then he turned around and closed the door behind him, blocking out any prying eyes from outsiders.

When the man finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom, he saw the woman bending over and spreading the bedding on the small sofa in the living room. The thin silk pajamas made the woman's graceful figure look even more charming, and the bending action made the scenery under her skirt even more vaguely visible.

The man felt that his hand, which was wiping his hair, stopped there and could no longer move. He couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva with a "gulp" sound, and his mouth became drier and drier.

"What are you doing standing there?" The woman's action of making the bedding was interrupted. She straightened up and turned around. Seeing the man staring at her motionlessly, she could not help but ask.

"It looks good." The man stared at the woman and blurted out without thinking.

"Huh? What's good-looking?" the woman asked stupidly. She just asked this question instinctively following the man's words without thinking about what it meant.

The man came back to his senses at this time, chuckled twice, and continued to wipe his hair with the towel in his hand. He stared into the woman's eyes and said seriously: "You are beautiful, no, I should say my Xiang'er is the most beautiful."

Hearing this, the woman's face instantly turned red, and she looked even more beautiful under the light. The man was stunned again like a young boy, and his heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.

"Why have you become so slick? This is not the first time I've seen you. You're almost 50, how can you still be considered good-looking? Come here, let me help you blow dry your hair." The woman came to her senses and took out a hair dryer, just like she did every day five years ago, and naturally asked the man to come over and help him blow dry his hair.

The woman held the hair dryer in one hand and gently inserted the other hand into the man's hair to ensure that every hair was blown properly. Listening to the buzzing sound of the hair dryer above his head and feeling the woman's slender fingers running through his hair, the man couldn't help but feel excited. What's even more terrible is that the woman's body occasionally approaches him from behind, which is a fatal temptation for him.

"Hmph," the man couldn't help but hum softly, which seemed particularly abrupt and clear except for the sound of the hair dryer in the silent night.

"What's wrong? Did the hair dryer burn you?" The woman heard the man's low groan and couldn't help but ask anxiously while throwing away the hair dryer in her hand and carefully checking the man's hair.

The man finally couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and grabbed the soft hand that was making trouble on top of his head. With a little force, he dragged the woman into his arms. Without giving the woman any time to react, he lowered his head and kissed the red lips that he had been thinking about for five years.

He didn't let go of the woman until she was almost out of breath. He picked her up with both hands and put her on the bed in the bedroom, and the man's body followed closely.

Looking at the flushed face and confused eyes of the woman under him, the man resisted the urge of his body, kissed her and whispered in her ear: "Xiang'er, can I?"

The woman turned her head to look at the man who was leaning on her left shoulder, panting and trying to restrain himself, and laughed softly, "What if I say it's okay? What if it's not okay?"

"Ah, today I can accept the word 'okay', but you will know what will happen soon." The man was stunned for a moment when he heard the woman's words. After realizing that the woman was teasing him intentionally, he replied along with her words.

That night, the noises in the house gradually stopped until midnight, and Meixiang was so embarrassed that she huddled in a corner of the living room farthest from the bedroom.

The next morning, the woman woke up in the man's warm arms. When she opened her eyes, she saw the man with a satisfied smile on his face, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Seeing the woman open her eyes, he lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly, then smiled and greeted her, "Good morning."

As a doctor, the woman's instinctive hygiene habits made her dodge hastily. The pain from somewhere in her body made her groan softly. Then she realized that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. She glared at the man angrily and said coquettishly: "You, you..."

The man also realized that he was indeed a bit reckless last night, and hurriedly gave the woman a gentle massage while coaxing her softly: "I haven't been single for too long, I just couldn't help it. You should also understand my feelings, right?"

"Why should I be considerate of you? Hey, where are you touching? Get away, get away quickly..." The woman's voice disappeared in the man's kiss.

Meixiang, who was hiding in the corner of the living room, couldn't help but look at the roof and sigh, who said that middle-aged people have low desires? The two of them in front of her were simply unbearable to look at. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but think of Situ Yidong. Meixiang's face couldn't help but blush. She herself didn't understand why she thought of him at this time, and when did she let him live in her heart.

The woman woke up again at two in the afternoon, and she was awakened by hunger. Seeing that she was the only one in the empty bed, she couldn't help but be surprised. Where did the man go? She hurriedly turned over and tried to sit up, but unfortunately her body failed and she fell back on the bed. "Yo!"

The man who heard the sound hurried to the bedroom and saw that it was indeed the woman who had woken up. "Xiang'er, are you awake? Get up quickly. I made your favorite lean meat porridge."

"Hmph, I have to be able to get up!" The woman glared at the man and shouted angrily. The man said it so lightly, but did she forget how he had tortured her for half a day and a whole night?

Hearing the accusation, the man, who knew he was in the wrong, touched his nose, knelt down beside the bed, gently helped the woman up, and then helped her put on her nightgown. Seeing the woman's delicate and weak appearance, he couldn't help but blame himself. Why did his self-control become so bad when he met Xiang'er?

I had to carry her to the bathroom myself, put her on the toilet first, then let her lean on my arms. I watched her brush her teeth, wash her face, and do some simple skin care before I carried her to the dining table to eat.