In Jinan province, the silent night wind was blowing a melody much akin to magic. In a small rented room, under the dim light, Huang Yuan was gently caressing Zhao Xiaoran's skin—inches at a time, his heart full of expectation.
To be exact, it's been quite some time since he tasted the proverbial 'forbidden fruit'. As a newlywed couple, they should be young and full of energy—intimacy is a both natural and righteous act for them. Most new grooms would be exerting themselves to the very limit in the name of love, even willingly taking a sore back and cricket waist. With the cost of living and getting married soaring, there's also the burden of producing and raising the next generation. Anyone would be working their utmost, heartily. If not, how could you justify the high investment made before the marriage and the parents eagerly awaiting to hold their grandchildren?
Huang Yuan’s wife, Zhao Xiaoran, has a captivating beauty and physique that commands attention—Huang Yuan takes pride in this. Huang Yuan cherishes her a great deal. As someone who comes from a poor background, he always seeks to afford his wife the good life she deserves without worries of food and clothing. He's given up so much, for this. Working as a security guard at a medium-level city prosecutor's office, he has become somewhat of a legend. Receiving the favor of his superior, office director Huang Jinjiang, he was promoted to Captain of the Guard in a little over six months. Only Huang Yuan knows the truth behind such a quick rise—the sacrifices made, the responsibilities it entailed and the promises made to his family and wife.
Today is the day he is officially promoted after his probation period.
When Huang Yuan informed Zhao Xiaoran of his promotion, he expected her to be happy. But her reaction was as mundane as drinking water. Huang Yuan leaned his face against hers, only for her to turn her face away and wrap herself up tightly in the blanket. Although disappointed, his joy from the promotion and the restraint he held onto for many days submerged his substantial pride. He proactively hugged his wife's hot-blooded body, hoping his passion could melt the seemingly icy heart of hers.
With his relentless efforts, Zhao Xiaoran finally turned around. His heart leapt with joy—his wife’s beautiful face looked luxurious under the shine of the light, her body was a picture of elegance. A glance at his wife's pink lips filled Huang Yuan with a heroic pride, he felt joy, love, and gratitude. He wanted to hold his wife tight and lose himself in the sea of the night, intoxicated forever.
Perhaps, his admiration for his wife was not entirely out of boastfulness for securing such a beauty, but more out of genuine love for her. He considered himself fortunate to have such a gorgeous wife despite his humble background. His wife worked in a large state-owned enterprise's trading company, and even though she was just an ordinary worker, her salary was twice that of Huang Yuan’s. This alone brewed a sense of inferiority within him. But he never lost hope, believing that one day, he would live a glorious life.
However, when Zhao Xiaoran turned around, it was not to fulfill Huang Yuan's expectations, rather to say in an impatient way: "I'm on my period!"
Those words instantly deflated him like a blown-up balloon. His chest filled with frustration. It wasn’t that Huang Yuan wasn’t considerate of his wife—he knew better than to bother her during her menstrual cycle. The issue was, Zhao Xiaoran's period had visited four times within a month! Everyone knows that a woman’s period typically comes once a month. But Zhao Xiaoran's seemed exceptionally persistent, visiting four times in less than a month!
Having been treated like a fool by his wife, Huang Yuan was none the wiser. Having her menstruation or not wasn’t the issue—the issue was Zhao Xiaoran's psychological barriers. Huang Yuan felt that his wife had changed since their marriage, not just physically, but her attitude towards him had also turned as cold as ice.
Huang Yuan felt helpless and bitter about Zhao Xiaoran's evasive behavior. But as a physiologically normal man, he had been holding it in for too long—he needed to release. His beautiful and sexy wife slept beside him every day; while she was technically his wife, her heart didn’t belong to him. He felt estranged from her smooth skin and his 'ticket', it’s been a long while since it boarded his very own Titanic.
Huang Yuan quickly discarded all his clothes, holding onto his wife even tighter: "Honey, don’t play with me. I just got promoted today, and I'm so happy…"
Zhao Xiaoran's lips quivered slightly in response, her head nodding gently.
A wave of surprise swept over Huang Yuan! He kept cheering himself up in his mind: Cherish this gracious act of my wife, don't let her down!
"Take a shower," said Zhao Xiaoran softly.
Huang Yuan felt like he was dreaming. It had been a long time since he had tasted the forbidden fruit, and he excitedly held his wife tight. However, she turned her head aside like a puppet, seemingly without a hint of satisfaction, it almost seemed like she was fulfilling a duty.
Huang Yuan, whose back was drenched in sweat, still felt a chill in his heart.
Zhao Xiaoran urged impatiently, "Hurry up!"
Suddenly, Huang Yuan felt that his wife wasn't engaging in intimacy, but rather like she was doing homework. Like a task assigned by a teacher, whether you like it or not, all is well as long as you've correctly completed it. His wife's indifference felt like an insult to him. As he was stuck over her beautiful body, he suddenly understood the complex sentiments when Cao Cao uttered the phrase 'It's tasteless to let go, and it's without meat when you eat it.'
When Zhao Xiaoran saw Huang Yuan had almost stopped moving, she urged again, "Did you not hear me? Hurry up! This is... this is my last time fulfilling my duty as a wife..."
Huang Yuan was suddenly startled, "What, what does that mean?"