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When Chu Yao was woken up by Jiang Beibei, the sky had just begun to lighten. The faint glow seeped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the young woman nestled in his arms.
Ah, she couldn’t really be called a “young woman” anymore—she was his sweet-as-honey lover.
She was so wonderful that her minor habit of hitting him while sleeping could easily be overlooked.
Jiang Beibei also had an odd belief she’d picked up from somewhere. She claimed that when two people who were in love woke up naturally the next morning after a night of passion, they would wake up at the same time.
As soon as Chu Yao opened his eyes, Jiang Beibei was already half-awake. She burrowed deeper into his embrace, her hand sliding over his waist. She smacked her lips a few times and chuckled softly, though her eyes remained closed. Her laughter still carried the heaviness of sleep. Curious whether she was fully awake, Chu Yao gently tickled the tip of her nose. Jiang Beibei burst into laughter, not holding back her radiant smile.
Chu Yao whispered, “Are you awake?”
Jiang Beibei couldn’t keep up the act any longer. She buried her face in the blanket and nodded slightly, then murmured something under her breath.
“...What did you say?” Chu Yao thought he might have misheard. Jiang Beibei had said, “I want to go again…”
Coming back to his senses, Chu Yao laughed out loud.
“You’re serious?”
Jiang Beibei slowly revealed half her face, her bright eyes locking onto his. She nodded firmly.
“Change… change positions,” she suggested shyly.
By noon, the two had ordered takeout. Jiang Beibei was starving and devoured her meal, but she still felt unsatisfied. Chu Yao ended up ordering three more rounds of food, and the two of them polished off enough food for six people.
After finishing, Jiang Beibei commented, “That felt great.”
Chu Yao paused for a moment before asking, “You mean eating or sleeping?”
“How can you even compare the two?” Jiang Beibei replied. “Sleeping is obviously better. Sleeping with someone you love, going at it for hours—it’s like embracing the entire world!”
After the meal, fatigue finally hit Jiang Beibei. She rolled herself up in the blanket and crawled back into bed for a nap.
When Chu Yao lay down beside her, Jiang Beibei immediately pulled off her eye mask and said, “Nope, I can’t sleep if you’re here.”
A blatant hint.
“Not tired?” Chu Yao turned over, smiling at her.
“I’ve regained my strength.” Jiang Beibei blinked, unable to suppress a grin. “It’s just… when you’re around and we’re not doing anything, it makes me restless.”
“Mm.” Chu Yao took off the shirt he had just put on. “Come here.”
Jiang Beibei asked hesitantly, “Do you think we’re being too excessive?”
“It’s normal for newlyweds,” Chu Yao chuckled.
Jiang Beibei blushed. “…But we’re not married.”
“Passion clouds judgment.”
Ha. Smooth comeback.
The consequences of their day of excess were severe.
That evening, when they went downstairs to eat, Jiang Beibei realized she had lost the ability to walk. Hanging onto Chu Yao, she whimpered, “It’s all up to you now. Does carrying me make you tired?”
Chu Yao: “You should trust my stamina.”
“Yeah, I do.” After all, he had demonstrated it to her.
However, nothing could stop Jiang Beibei’s strange train of thought. As Chu Yao helped her into the car, the enclosed space made her feel a little more relaxed, prompting her to ask a shamelessly bold question: “If we keep this up so frequently, will you run out of energy soon?”
Her question successfully distracted Chu Yao, causing him to fumble with the seatbelt three times. After laughing for a moment, he responded, “What do you think emotional intimacy is? Do you think it’s something you use up every time?”
“They say that after couples reach their forties, this kind of emotional connection happens far less often,” Jiang Beibei explained matter-of-factly, lounging in the backseat with her legs propped up against the door handle. “If we calculate it that way, you only have twelve years left.”
“Mm.” Chu Yao nodded. “Keep talking. I’m listening, and when the time comes, I’ll prove it to you.”
Jiang Beibei turned her head and shook it with a sigh. “Chu Yao, you can’t deny aging. When you’re forty, I’ll still be youthful and beautiful.”
Finally managing to fasten the seatbelt, Chu Yao didn’t take her teasing threat seriously. He turned his head and asked, “Beautiful wife, where do you want to eat?”
With their energy replenished once again, Jiang Beibei bounced back to full vitality.
Chu Yao drove her home. The three-hour journey brought them back to the city by 9 PM.
Chu Yao mused aloud, “We’ve spent the whole day indulging.”
Jiang Beibei had been humming songs in the backseat for three hours while Chu Yao stayed quiet, seemingly amused by her self-entertainment. Now that he suddenly mentioned their indulgence, she perked up and flipped over. “Do you feel like we wasted our precious time in bed, and it’s a bit of a pity?”
Her words carried a hidden meaning. This was her setup to suggest going to see a movie or visiting an amusement park later.
But Chu Yao replied, “Not a waste. Approaching thirty, only yesterday and today have truly mattered.”
“Oh, come on!” Jiang Beibei laughed. “If you lived in ancient times, you’d be the type of person criticized for such behavior.”
“Besides you, who else has any say over what happens in my bed?”
“Hey, Yao Ge, you’re quite the scoundrel.” Jiang Beibei realized something. “You’ve always been pretending. Only after last night did your true nature come out. It’s terrifying.”
Like a wolf. Last night, after Jiang Beibei had gotten a taste and asked him to be rougher, Chu Yao’s expression instantly changed. It was terrifying, as if he had shed his disguise and unleashed the beast within.
And so, Jiang Beibei let out an embarrassing cry.
“You liked it,” Chu Yao smiled.
By 9 PM, the weather had warmed up, and the streets were bustling with people.
As they passed through the pedestrian street, Jiang Beibei used voice commands to tell Driver Yao to stop the car.
“Your glasses are broken, right? Let’s get you a new pair.”
Ah, glasses.
Thinking of the heroic sacrifice of his glasses, Chu Yao chuckled.
“No laughing!” Jiang Beibei knew exactly why he was laughing. She glared at him and stamped her foot. “I’ll pay for them. I’ll compensate you.”
Those glasses had been crushed during their first attempt, when Jiang Beibei, in her nervousness, accidentally pressed down on them instead of grabbing the sheets.
At the time, things were chaotic. Neither of them had fully regained their composure. Amidst the haze, Chu Yao managed to check if her hands were injured. When he realized only the glasses had perished heroically, he caught her wrist and kissed it lightly. “Compensate me.”
Jiang Beibei’s voice was soft like melted butter, teasing him. “…How about repaying me with your body… sound good?”
But Chu Yao responded with a unique perspective. “Repay? Clearly, you’re the one making demands, and I’m the one giving.”
It was undeniably logical.
“Agh! You’re so annoying!” Jiang Beibei relented. “Fine, I’ll compensate you. I’ll get you a good one… one worthy of tonight’s efforts, okay?”
With that, they got out of the car. Jiang Beibei clung to Chu Yao’s arm, taking small steps as she whispered, “One shouldn’t be too bad or too greedy in life.”
She had intended to buy him something worthy of his efforts tonight, but Chu Yao seemed to let her take the lead without restraint, as if he were planning to take advantage of the situation and make her buy him the most expensive glasses possible.
Chu Yao: “I’m not greedy, but I didn’t expect you to be so greedy.”
Jiang Beibei was no ordinary woman. Once she tasted something she liked, she wouldn’t stop until she was full. Reluctantly, she’d set it aside, only to plan another round of indulgence later.
One’s habits and tendencies were often consistent. Chu Yao wasn’t particularly surprised since she had always been like this.
One thing he could count on was that Jiang Beibei was a loyal person.
What she loved as a child, she still loved now.
This realization gave him some peace of mind. He didn’t have to worry about her losing interest and walking away.
After walking a few steps, Jiang Beibei said, “…I want you to carry me on your back.”
Without hesitation, Chu Yao hoisted her up along with her bag. Jiang Beibei squealed, “Never mind, never mind! I’ll walk. My legs are sore, and I feel like I’m falling apart…”
Chu Yao froze, remembering the reason, and couldn’t help but laugh.
After putting her down, Jiang Beibei grabbed his arm and said, “Let’s walk slowly.”
Chu Yao slowed his pace, holding her hand as they strolled leisurely.
Jiang Beibei was curious: “Aren’t you tired?”
“Yes,” Chu Yao admitted. “I’m exhausted and sleepy, but my mind is racing.”
“I thought you weren’t tired.”
“How could I not be? I’ve expended a lot of energy for you today.”
Jiang Beibei giggled, then listened as Chu Yao continued: “But it still feels like I haven’t made up for the years we lost.”
“What years?”
“Four years,” Chu Yao lamented. “Ever since I realized I liked you, four years have passed. Those years can never be recovered.”
“…Only four years?” Jiang Beibei was shocked.
“The four years when my feelings became clear and unwavering,” Chu Yao clarified. “Before that, there might have been a blurry transition period. There definitely was, but I can’t pinpoint when it started or ended. During the transition period, it wasn’t so agonizing. But once I was certain of my feelings for you, I thought about you constantly… almost to the point of madness.”
“Since I started college?”
Chu Yao nodded. “Maybe it was because you were far away. Being unable to see you made me realize how much I liked you. Those years felt like I was barely surviving, consumed by a hunger I never want to experience again.”
“That sounds very sensual,” Jiang Beibei cleared her throat and asked, “So, do you know when I started liking you?”
“…Middle school?”
“Eh?” Jiang Beibei was astonished. “If you guessed correctly, why didn’t you tell me when you started liking me?”
Chu Yao: “That was just teenage infatuation. It didn’t count.”
“Teenage infatuation is sincere too! Extremely sincere!” Jiang Beibei playfully hit Chu Yao. “Don’t dismiss it as mere childish feelings! I liked you! I liked you!”
Passersby who overheard their exchange smiled, thinking it was just a playful quarrel between young lovers.
Only Chu Yao understood Jiang Beibei’s emotions.
“I understand now,” he said softly. “That’s why I regret not telling you how I felt the day I fell for you. I always thought emotions shouldn’t be rushed. I wanted to let them develop slowly, to wait and see if you felt the same way… I was afraid you were just mirroring my feelings, offering shallow affection. I was scared that confessing my feelings would frighten you away. And after you started college, I felt you were distancing yourself from me… I thought you were afraid of me.”
Jiang Beibei stomped her foot in frustration.
“That’s because I liked you so much that I was scared!” Her shallow tear ducts betrayed her again; tears welled up in her eyes, and Chu Yao’s face blurred.
“I know, I know…” Chu Yao gently stroked her back, his voice soft. “It’s my fault.”
Jiang Beibei’s emotions came and went quickly. By the time they reached the eyewear store, her earlier tears had completely evaporated, forgotten.
“How much were your old glasses?”
“Around six or seven hundred,” Chu Yao replied. “Just pick whatever you like. I don’t wear them often, only during classes.”
“When did you become nearsighted? How did I not know?”
“During college, probably from overusing my eyes,” Chu Yao explained. “The prescription isn’t high, so it doesn’t affect daily life. You…”
His gaze stopped.
Jiang Beibei followed his line of sight toward the store entrance and saw Qin Yuan, a cigarette dangling unlit from his mouth, entering with his head bowed.
He pulled out his membership card from his wallet, removed his glasses, and handed both to the optician. “Clean the lenses, please.”
Then, squinting, he tentatively called out, “…Beibei?”
Jiang Beibei: “Third Brother, what a coincidence!”
Qin Yuan was a regular customer at this store, coming periodically to maintain his glasses. His visit wasn’t coincidental—it was Jiang Beibei and Chu Yao’s presence that was unexpected.
“Where did you disappear to yesterday? None of you came home,” Qin Yuan scolded as soon as he saw Jiang Beibei. Unable to resist, he ruffled her hair and teased her before speaking normally.
But this time, Qin Yuan went too far.
Out of habit, he grabbed Jiang Beibei by the waist and swung her onto his shoulder. Jiang Beibei’s face turned pale.
“Ah!!! Third Brother!”
Still sensitive from their earlier activities, her waist throbbed with pain at even the slightest touch!
Qin Yuan’s tight grip brought tears to Jiang Beibei’s eyes.
Seeing this, Chu Yao acted swiftly, executing a precise grappling move.
“Do you have ADHD or something?”
“Damn!” Qin Yuan nearly dislocated his shoulder. “Can you take it easy? I wasn’t doing anything! Do you have to be such a jealous brute?!”
Chu Yao ignored him, gently asking Jiang Beibei if she was okay.
Seconds later, Qin Yuan exclaimed, “Holy crap… Don’t tell me…”
He understood.
Qin Yuan: “…I’m mad.”
Jiang Beibei was speechless.
Qin Yuan: “I feel like punching someone.”
“Who does Third Brother want to punch?”
“A wolf!” Qin Yuan immediately sent a voice message to Tang Xizhou. “Second Brother! Got time? Grab your weapons! Our little sister’s been taken by a wolf!”
Jiang Beibei giggled uncontrollably.
Chu Yao: “…He’s beyond help.”
A moment later, Tang Xizhou replied: “You seem to know everything that goes on. If you’re so bored, come over and run an errand for me. Buy me a pack of cigarettes.”
Qin Yuan exploded with rage: “Go to hell!”
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