The man inside raised his hand and directly pulled up the waterproof curtain in the shower room. Zhuang Yichen: ૮₍ꐦ˶-᷅ᯅ-᷄₎ა. ’Hmph, it’s just a man’s naked body. I’ve seen plenty in fashion magazines, not interested at all.’ Grabbing the box of face masks, Zhuang Yichen opened the bathroom door and quickly walked out. Three minutes later, with a click, the bathroom door reopened, and Zhuang Yichen was back, arms crossed, standing angrily at the door. Zhuang Yichen: ୒꒰ྀི⸝⸝≖⃙⃚⤙≖⃙⃚⸝⸝꒱ྀི১. ’We’ve already got the marriage certificate, what’s wrong with looking at my own husband more? It’s not illegal or costly.’ ’Not only do I want to look, but I also want to go in and feel it!’ ’I’m going in to feel it now.’ Thinking this, Zhuang Yichen lifted her foot and walked towards the shower cubicle door. Just two steps in, the sound of the shower suddenly stopped. Without the cover of the pitter-patter of water, Zhuang Yichen’s footsteps were clearly audible, causing a strange feeling of guilty courage to wash over her. Her body froze, and she didn’t dare to go forward. "Chenchen?" The man’s voice came from across the glass door and the waterproof curtain in the shower, "Did you forget something again?" "Ah, I," Zhuang Yichen withdrew her foot, "I forgot to take the toner." ’It’s still not right, forget it, this seems like I’m a pervert.’ Turning around, she ran to the sink, grabbed a glass bottle, and quickly left the bathroom. A minute later, with a clatter, Zhuang Yichen opened the bathroom door again, "I... forgot the serum." Another minute later, she opened the door for the fourth time, "I, took a black band." Yet another minute later, for the fifth time, "Took the eye cream." Sixth time, "Body lotion." When Zhuang Yichen opened the bathroom door for the seventh time, her eyes fell upon a firm and full chest. "No, why did you come out directly, darling?" Wen Nan simply had a towel wrapped around his waist, leaning against the tile wall, which was misting with water vapor and rapidly becoming cold. With his head slightly tilted, a smile hung on his face as he looked at Zhuang Yichen, "If I didn’t come out, should I continue staying inside cosplaying Meng Huo, waiting for you to catch me?" Zhuang Yichen diverted her gaze, "What are you talking about..." Wen Nan shook his head, casually picked up the pajamas on the side, and headed out, "I’ll leave the bathroom for you, I’ll find somewhere else to handle things outside." Zhuang Yichen was dumbfounded, "No, wait a minute!" He didn’t stop and kept walking out. Zhuang Yichen looked at his well-defined scapula line and perfect inverted triangle body, seeing the fresh meat slip away, she panicked, reaching out to grab the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist. Wen Nan finally stopped, turned around, gazed at the few chilly fingers plunged between his skin and the towel, then slowly lifted his gaze to her face, "What are you doing?" Originally, Zhuang Yichen just wanted to persuade him not to leave, instinctively reaching out to pull him back, but since he only had a towel on, she had no other place to grab, finally having to settle on such an awkward spot. Seeing him look back, at first, she was shy and wanted to withdraw her hand, but then she thought, they are lawful spouses, living under the same roof, having already faced each other honestly the previous night, so what’s there to be embarrassed about now? ’Seeking marital benefits for oneself is perfectly justified! Hmph!’ Thinking of this, Zhuang Yichen tightly pinched the edge of the towel, her wrist shaking as she pulled it in, yanking the towel off, "Oops, I didn’t mean to—" ’What’s the problem! Wearing pants yet still wrapping a towel! Who are you fooling?!’ Staring at his bizarre gold underwear with a silver halo, she widened her eyes in frustration, "You! Your taste is awful, darling." With that, she obstinately took a step forward, reaching to pull the silver halo around his waist, "Such an ugly thing, don’t wear it, take it off." As her fingers reached for the edge of the halo, her wrist was tightly grabbed from the other side. Zhuang Yichen raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and in an instant, she felt an unusual aura emanating from him. Before she could react, he stepped forward, trapping her against the wall. Watching his handsome face enlarge in front of her, her heart raced, and her breath hitched. Wen Nan leaned down and whispered beside her ear, "Chenchen, what are you doing now?" Pretending not to understand, she said, "What am I doing..." Wen Nan bluntly put it, "Are you seducing me?" Zhuang Yichen was a little annoyed, "You clearly seduced me first!" "You were the one who insisted I stay home, said I had a smell on me, and told me to take a shower. It was also you who kept coming in and out while I was showering, and now you’re accusing me of seducing you?" Left speechless, Zhuang Yichen pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and as the dignified Third Miss Zhuang, even if caught red-handed, she couldn’t allow herself to back down in aura. So she straightened her chest, lifted her eyes, and boldly stared at Wen Nan, insisting, "Yes, I seduced, so what, want to do it again?" Wen Nan looked at her for a moment, then chuckled lightly, shaking his head, "Yesterday we used the excuse of celebrating our certificate, what excuse to use today?" "Celebrate cohabitation." "Who said we’re cohabitating?" "You’ve moved in, even brought your sister over, and still say we’re not cohabitating?" "It’s just a temporary stay due to some family matters. Once the blockade is lifted tomorrow, I’ll be leaving." This strike of thunder over her head left her pale and in shock for quite some time, "You-you really didn’t plan to stay long-term?" "We signed an agreement," Wen Nan continued smiling, yet his smile left Zhuang Yichen feeling icy cold inside, "Didn’t it clearly state in the agreement that we cannot interfere in each other’s private lives? Just two days have passed, Third Miss Zhuang, and you’ve forgotten?" Zhuang Yichen’s hands clenched into fists, her chest filled with a blocked breath with nowhere to release. She wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t admit that little bit of feeling in her heart, and finally said through gritted teeth, "Of course not, I was just joking with you, Mr. Ye, you didn’t take it seriously, did you?" Wen Nan laughed, said nothing more, retreated from her, picked up the pajamas, casually put them on, and turned to walk out. Zhuang Yichen stood at the bathroom door, watching his silhouette slowly disappear, her teeth grinding in anger. As Wen Nan stepped out of the main bedroom, a system prompt sounded— 9527: [Congratulations contestant, "Contractual Marriage Wife" key item exploration level increased to 81%.] Seeing the exploration level nearly reaching 90, the corner of Wen Nan’s mouth lifted slightly, a hint of relief filling his heart. Fortunately, just in the nick of time inside the main bedroom, he used the Mind Reading Technique skill, combined with a system exploration level reminder, making Wen Nan realize that in order to acquire Zhuang Yichen’s key item, he couldn’t immediately accept her invitation, nor could he outright refuse— He had to play hard to get. Right when Wen Nan entered this instance, Zhuang Yichen had clearly extended an invitation to cohabit. Yet until now, the exploration level of her item never breached the threshold. Wen Nan speculated that mere cohabitation wasn’t enough to trigger his new bride’s yandere attribute. Perhaps he needed to fuel the flames, elevating her sentiment towards Wen Nan until it reached a certain unhealthy stage to accomplish his goal. Now, after some tug-of-war, Wen Nan felt just one final push was needed—that is, to stay as far away from her as possible, allowing her to stew in her emotions alone, fermenting them to a climax during solitude. With the whole villa belonging to Zhuang Yichen, where could Wen Nan find to distance himself? Five minutes later, Wen Nan stood outside Yu Shujun’s bedroom door and sent a message— [Master-9: Borrowing the bathroom]