The early summer wind, with a hint of coolness, blew through the half-open window and into the room on the second floor.

Tulle fluttered gently in the breeze, but made no sound at all.

The lines in the room were a bit hazy, the chandelier wasn't turned on, and the wall lamps had been fitted with pale lampshades, making the whole bedroom shrouded in a dreamy, indescribable ambiance.

Click.

A barely audible sound suddenly rang out in the room, accompanied by something falling to the ground.

Her beautiful figure was even more striking under the soft glow of the lamp.

Just across from him, the man sat on the sofa. The coldness in his eyes gradually deepened, and his sharp eyebrows were also slightly furrowed with displeasure.

As the last piece of cloth fell away, a faint flush appeared on his originally pale face, caused by both nervousness and anticipation.

Her chest rose and fell dramatically, her full breasts heaving gently with each breath.

The man's eyes only flickered upward for a moment before shifting away. "Put on your clothes," he said.

A flat voice, devoid of any emotion except for a chill. Beyond that, there was only the man's slightly rapid breathing, as if he were holding something back.

A person clenched their fists uneasily, but still stubbornly took a long step forward. "Why?"

This problem, I've wanted to ask for four years.

Four years.

This man before me is no stranger.

They lived together for four years.

From the day they got married, men have never had

Even in his everyday life, he always manages to fulfill all his needs.

It's unbelievable, but after four years of marriage, we're still... a virgin.

Su Ye couldn't understand, where had she wronged Fu Mo Heng? Why was he tormenting her like this.

Mu's icy gaze fell upon Su Ye. Fu Mo Heng’s resolute jaw tightened into a straight line, and after an eternity, he spoke in a low voice, “Put on your clothes. And from now on, don’t do such things again.”

Having finished speaking, the man who had been sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up straight. He didn't even give Su Ye another glance before striding towards the door.

This is the most blatant disregard.

Su Ye only felt a shiver run through her, unable to tell if it was shame or heartache. It felt like the warmth in her body had vanished instantly.

"Fu Mo Heng! Don't you have a shred of conscience? What have I ever done to wrong you? Why are you treating me this way? Four years! I married you, yet it feels like I married air. You never eat with me, go shopping with me, or even give me a sliver of your attention! I stay in this empty house like I'm guarding a tomb. If you don't love me, if you never truly cared about our marriage, then why won't you just divorce me and set me free?"

Just as Fu Mo Heng was about to let her go, Su Ye finally couldn't help herself and reached out, grabbing the man's hand.

His hands were thick and warm, yet he could feel the coolness of Su Ye's fingertips against his own. Almost without hesitation, he violently shook away her hand, his eyes turning fierce and angry as they fell upon her face.

Su Ye sat down on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled. She stubbornly refused to let her tears fall, only lifting her pale face and biting her lower lip, staring at him, waiting for his answer.

Looking into those clear and stubborn eyes, Fu Mo Heng inexplicably felt a surge of irritability in his heart.