Early morning.
After washing the stickiness off her body, Lin Zhiyi felt her sore and limp body much more relaxed.
However, every inch of her skin that had been touched by a man was burning hot.
From the candid interaction on their wedding night last night, to the lingering and bathing together this morning.
Lin Zhiyi's impression of her new husband was that he seemed quite cold and indifferent, but was very domineering in bed.
However, when he became gentle, he was very attentive and tender.
In terms of sexual matters, he considered her feelings a lot and wasn't rude, as a result, her first time wasn't particularly painful, it was just a bit lengthy and she felt a bit uncomfortable due to the aching.
Just as she was thinking, the bathroom door was opened and a tall and robust figure walked out.
The man was covered in water droplets, even though he was only wrapped in a bath towel.
There was an unattainable, noble aura about him.
As soon as Lin Zhiyi looked up, she saw his robust and even six-pack abs, and the V-lines leading into the bath towel, which sparked imagination.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Lin Zhiyi immediately averted her eyes, her face was so red that it seemed like it was about to bleed.
After the exclamation, she felt a bit overly shocked.
After all, they had already done all the intimate things, and just took a bath together.
Upon seeing her coy and shy look, Lu Jingchu's thin lips hid a not-so-easy-to-notice curve.
"Does it still hurt there? Do you need me to get some medicine? Hmm?"
The deep and clear voice spoke, causing Lin Zhiyi's heart to pound uncontrollably.
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Zhiyi dared not look at his face.
They had known each other for just a month, and only met twice; theirs was a whirlwind marriage devoid of any emotion.
Suddenly concerned about her private matters, Lin Zhiyi felt extremely shy.
"I'll go make breakfast, you rest for a while and I'll call you when it's ready."
"I'll do it," Lin Zhiyi said, peeling the blanket wrapped around her.
He was a surgeon, skilled in handling a scalpel; how could he be tasked with cooking?
Lin Zhiyi got out of bed, had just put on her shoes and stood up to walk, but her legs gave way and she almost toppled over.
Terrified, she let out a low exclamation, "Ah."
She had been carried in and out all morning, never having set foot on the ground. She had no idea that her legs were so weak they couldn't support her.
Lu Jingchu was quick to react; with a swift stretch of his arm, he held her steady.
Caught off guard, Lin Zhiyi found herself held against him, her face pressed against his bare chest.
Huff...
Her face was quite hot; it felt as if she had a fever that was causing her to overheat.
"I'm sorry..."
She apologized quietly, somewhat annoyed at her own carelessness.
"You should rest. I will go and cook."
"You're a surgeon who holds a scalpel, how can you wield a kitchen knife?" Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes, looking at his heroic brows.
Lu Jingchu narrowed his eyes, his deep, dark eyes staring at her. He spoke, his low and mellow voice saying, "Apart from being a doctor, I am also your man and it's my responsibility to take care of you."
The sound of his voice with its electric-like magnetism was dangerously close, causing Lin Zhiyi's heart to flutter.
For the first time in her life, someone was siding with her this much.
Lu Jingchu gripped her waist with his strong hands, using his absolute strength to place her on the bed.
"If it's really hurting, I'll go get medicine."
Lin Zhiyi was gently placed on the soft bed. She turned her head, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and whispered, "It's not that painful. You...you should go make breakfast."
Lu Jingchu's focused gaze fixed on her embarrassed face, "Alright."
His newlywed wife, now a woman but still acting like a young girl.
"If you feel uncomfortable, call me."
Lu Jingchu said in a deep voice, then turned around and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Only when she heard the noise from the kitchen, did Lin Zhiyi dare to reveal her flushed face.
"Sigh..."
This is mortifying.
About twenty minutes later, Lu Jingchu changed into casual clothes in the cloakroom and then returned to the room to carry Lin Zhiyi to the dining table.
Lin Zhiyi, at first, wanted to reject the offer, but she was rendered helpless by Lu Jingchu's domineering demeanor. His strong arms easily picked her up.
Well okay, having someone carry her to the dining table wasn't so bad after all.
When Lin Zhiyi was placed on her dining chair, she noticed a soft seat cushion.
"Lu Jingchu, you're so considerate," she said.
"As your man, it’s my duty." Lu Jingchu replied with a frosty voice, his handsome and stern eye gaze mixed with his machismo made quite a pair alongside her words.
Coincidentally, Lin Zhiyi’s petite figure added the touch of gentleness and elegance often described in women from the Jiangnan region.
These two were indeed complementary.
Breakfast was simple: egg noodles. Its color was light, making it unassuming, but surprisingly, it was incredibly delicious.
To make something as simple as noodles taste good demonstrated impressive culinary skills.
As Lin Zhiyi met the eyes of the man sitting upright before her, she commented, "These noodles are very good. You know how to cook?"
Lu Jingchu's expression was calm. Without trying to hide anything, he straightforwardly replied, "This is the only dish I know how to make."
Lin Zhiyi was, "..."
"I can cook. I can make lunch for you in the future. Grandma says you always neglect to eat properly when you're busy, which isn't good."
Lin Zhiyi said this without realizing the man had looked up, a deep, ink-like gaze in his eyes.
To her, although it was a shotgun wedding, Lu Jingchu gave her the impression of a man with accountability and responsibility.
Moreover, he was an excellent surgeon, with a somewhat revered job. As his wife, she should take good care of him.
On the newlywed couple's first meal together alone, the atmosphere was bland but there was no specific awkward moment.
After finishing their noodles, Lu Jingchu silently began to clear the table and kitchen.
Lin Zhiyi just sat in her chair, stealing glances at his towering figure from time to time.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A hurried knock interrupted Lin Zhiyi's thoughts.
The person outside seemed ready to break down the door with their force.
"Lin Zhiyi, open the door! Pay back the money. You, a vile woman, even ripped off your own brother!" Outside, the voice of Lin Zhiyi's younger brother, Lin Xiao, rang out aggressively.
The words were very ugly.
On Lin Zhiyi's fair little face, her expression suddenly turned as cold as frost.
Lu Jingchu had just finished washing the dishes and was drying his hands when he heard the roar from outside.
With a stern face, he walked over to open the door.
"Ignore them." Lin Zhiyi tried to stop him.
But the man had already opened the door.
With a stern expression on his face, Lu Jingchu coldly looked at the two people at the door.
Watching his tall and broad back, Lin Zhiyi was startled. This man may be just a regular doctor, but when he was cold, he exuded a powerful aura that made one feel oppressed.
