Si Nian was taken aback—she hadn’t expected him to have been a soldier.
She had assumed that someone like Zhou Yueshen, who looked so unapproachable, might have been a troublemaker in his youth, someone who got into fights often.
No wonder that scar looked like a gunshot wound. It must have been from an extremely dangerous mission.
Instantly, Si Nian felt a surge of respect for him.
“Is there still someone you think about?” she asked curiously.
“Why do you ask?” Zhou Yueshen frowned slightly.
“I remember you had an ex-wife…”
At the mention of his ex-wife, his expression darkened.
Si Nian immediately wondered if she’d touched on a sensitive topic. After all, bringing up exes was always a minefield between men and women.
Then Zhou Yueshen spoke again: “We met through a blind date. We didn’t interact much, and there wasn’t any real affection.”
“Other than her, I’ve never been involved with any other woman.”
For some reason, Si Nian felt inexplicably relieved. But then another thought struck her—this man was almost thirty, yet he didn’t seem interested in women?
A man in his thirties, wealthy and handsome, yet indifferent to women—there were only two possibilities. Either he preferred men, or… he just couldn’t perform.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted downward…
The skeptical look in her eyes made Zhou Yueshen’s face darken.
He stood up stiffly. “It’s late. Time to sleep.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, I can take the floor.”
His reaction only deepened her concern.
She was a healthy woman—how was she supposed to endure a life without intimacy?
Truly, you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too.
“It’s fine, we can share the bed.” Since he couldn’t perform anyway, it didn’t matter whether they slept together or not, she thought.
She let out an almost imperceptible sigh—but of course, a man with sharp senses like Zhou Yueshen wouldn’t miss it.
And suddenly, he remembered the doubtful look she’d given him earlier.
His expression grew even stormier.
(Zhou Yueshen: Sometimes, I really want to prove myself… but I’m afraid of scaring her.)
Si Nian pushed the thoughts aside and slipped under the covers. Beside her, the mattress dipped as Zhou Yueshen settled in. The moment he got close, she caught the fresh, crisp scent of mountain streams on him.
She sighed again. A man who was perfect in every way… except for that one crucial flaw.
For now, since they weren’t familiar enough, she’d have to wait. Maybe later, she could find a way to take him to a doctor.
At the sound of her sigh, Zhou Yueshen froze mid-movement as he climbed into bed.
With these thoughts in mind, Si Nian closed her eyes.
Even if Zhou Yueshen had… limitations, she wouldn’t hold it against him. For some reason, she felt a strong connection to him—a sense that being with him would bring her happiness.
Zhou Yueshen reached over to turn off the light and lay down.
The modest-sized bed suddenly felt cramped with his presence. She could feel the warmth of his skin, hear the rhythm of his breathing.
This was Si Nian’s first time sharing a bed with a man, and she wasn’t quite used to it. She quickly turned onto her side, forcing herself to stay still and shut her eyes.
She’d worried she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but her fears were unfounded. Within ten minutes: Zzzzzz…
In the middle of the night, Zhou Yueshen sighed as he tried to push away the woman who had burrowed into his arms.
But the next second, a smooth, slender leg draped over his thigh, rubbing lightly against him.
The woman he’d just pushed away now had one arm draped possessively over his chest, her soft curves pressing against him, making his breath hitch.
She clung to him like a koala, as if he were nothing more than a giant teddy bear.
The dress she wore—borrowed from her mother—was loose on her slender frame. With her restless movements, it had slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale, delicate skin.
Her long legs tangled with his, pressing insistently against him. For the first time, Zhou Yueshen cursed his excellent night vision—he could see every tantalizing inch of those legs.
Stiffly, he sat up and pulled the kicked-off blanket over her, covering the tempting sight.
But the sensation of her soft body against his remained vivid, and the sweet fragrance of her skin filled his senses…
Si Nian had slept surprisingly well and woke up early the next morning.
When she opened her eyes, she found Zhou Yueshen still asleep beside her. The covers had slipped down, revealing his toned waist and the jagged scar running across it.
Though the scar looked fierce, it only added to his rugged appeal.
His physique wasn’t overly muscular, but his sun-kissed skin stretched taut over lean, defined muscles that looked striking even at rest.
When he flexed, the veins and contours became even more pronounced—enough to make anyone’s mouth go dry.
And yet, this man, who exuded raw masculinity… was apparently incapable where it counted.
At this thought, Si Nian’s gaze involuntarily drifted downward again.
She’d heard that healthy men usually woke up with… morning wood.
Gulp.
She swallowed hard.
She didn’t mean to be intrusive—she just wanted to check if he was normal.
Don’t worry, Zhou Yueshen. Even if you’re not normal, I won’t judge. With how advanced medical science is these days, any problem can be fixed.
Hesitantly, she reached out to lift the blanket, but just as she was about to peek, Zhou Yueshen stirred and opened his eyes.
Startled, she yanked her hand back and let out a small yelp.
Zhou Yueshen blinked, momentarily confused, before propping himself up on one elbow. Then, realization dawned, and his expression darkened.
So last night hadn’t been his imagination.
This woman really did suspect he was… inadequate.
But he never expected her to be this bold.
If he hadn’t woken up in time, she might have actually gone through with it.
This woman…
His brows knitted together, but when he saw the guilty look on Si Nian’s face, he sighed. “I’ll get up first. You can sleep a little longer.” With that, he got out of bed.
Si Nian patted her chest, relieved that he hadn’t noticed her shameless act.
But then Zhou Yueshen turned back. He studied her for a long moment before saying in a low voice, “If you have questions, just ask. No need to sneak around.”
Si Nian: “……”
Was that really something she could just ask outright?
By the time Si Nian stepped out, the whole household was already awake. Breakfast was Xu’s mother’s signature pickled vegetable noodles, but everyone ate with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
After tasting Si Nian’s feast the day before, even their usual favorites now seemed bland.
The thought that she would soon be married—and that they might never eat her cooking again—had kept them up all night.
Especially Lin Yu, who had spent half the night reminiscing about the fluffy white pancakes from the day before…
