Why do you look so guilty?

Claire stomped her feet in frustration and even bumped into the wall while showering.

She really couldn't face Ethan.

And later... they were going to sleep together.

What should she do?

Just thinking about it made her nervous.

Claire stayed in the bathroom for a long time before Ethan finally knocked on the door.

“Claire, are you alright?"

Feeling guilty, Claire immediately replied loudly, “I'm fine! I'Il be right out!"

After dawdling for a bit longer, she finally came out. Her face was flushed pink from the steam.

Ethan stared at her, seemingly unable to come back to his senses.

Claire knew exactly what that look meant. Tonight is going to be difficult, isn't it?

Fine. 

She might as well mentally prepare herself and try to get used to it.

Seeing that Ethan was still staring at her, Claire glared at him.

“it's your turn to shower."

Ethan snapped back to his senses and coughed awkwardly.

He walked into the bathroom, but a moment later he came back out with a hairdryer and handed it to Claire.

Then he grabbed his clothes and returned to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of cherry blossom shower gel. It was the one Claire used.

Ethan had brought their belongings back from the shared apartment earlier and had placed her toiletries inside.

Standing under the shower, Ethan removed his clothes. 

A strange tightness rose in his throat as heat surged through his body.

He silently lowered the water temperature.

Outside, Claire dried her hair and then hung up the underwear she had just hand-washed.

She definitely couldn't let Ethan handle those things again. It was March, and City A was still quite cold.

The wind stung her face.

After quickly hanging the clothes up, Claire hurriedly closed the sliding door.

The small apartment didn't even have a proper bedroom.

The bed was placed in the living room, beside a small sofa. 

A small dining table sat a short distance away. The whole place felt cramped.

Fortunately, the air conditioner was on, so it wasn't cold.

Claire crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over her head, nervously opening her phone to search for... instructional videos.

Suddenly-

"Ahhh-!”

A loud sound burst from her phone.

Startled, Claire hurriedly turned the volume down. Her heart pounded wildly.

After muting the sound, she stared at the screen with wide eyes.

She nearly bit her nails raw.

Is this even allowed?

Wow...there are actions like that?

The woman in the video seemed to be in so much pain...And it was going on for such a long time!

She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even notice Ethan walking out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the light above her disappeared.

Claire panicked and quickly hid her phone under her bottom.

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

“What are you looking at? Why do you look so guilty?"

“Nothing! I wasn't looking at anything!”

“Really? Let me see."

“No way!"

Claire clutched her phone tightly.

Ethan had only been teasing her. Seeing her reaction, he

simply smiled, dried his hair, and turned away.

Claire let out a long breath. That scared me to death!

She pulled the phone out from under her and quickly closed the video. Luckily it had been on silent.

Otherwise, she would've wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

After some intense mental preparation, Claire finally came to a conclusion.

Since she had never experienced this before, trying it with Ethan, her legally married husband, didn't seem like a bad idea.

Besides, Ethan was handsome. She wouldn't lose out.

And Ethan looked clean and proper. Definitely a first-hand product, not someone with messy diseases.

While Claire's thoughts wandered wildly, she suddenly felt the bed sink beside her.

She didn't dare turn her head.

Ethan spoke, “Want to sleep now?”

Claire answered nervously, “Sleep... let's sleep!"

“Turn off the light."

Ethan reached over and switched off the light before lying down.

In the darkness, their breathing mingled together.

The atmosphere grew strangely ambiguous.

Claire's heart pounded wildly.

Like a drum.

She pressed a hand over her chest. 

Please stop beating so loudly!

Ethan could probably hear it.

Unable to endure the tension any longer, Claire thought it would be better to just get it over with quickly.

So she suddenly rolled over and sat on Ethan.

Ethan froze.

His eyes darkened, and his hands clenched against the mattress.“Claire…”

He had just spoken her name when a soft fragrance drifted toward him.

Her lips suddenly pressed against his, and her long hair fell across his face.

Claire simply pressed her lips against his.

She couldn't bring herself to stick out her tongue.

What comes next...?

Just as she tried to recall what she had seen earlier, her head suddenly spun.

Before she could react, her mouth was sealed again. This time it wasn't just lips touching.

It was a real kiss

Hot, intense, domineering, and lingering.

Claire was stunned.

Ethan clearly had little experience as well. He bumped into her lips several times, making her gasp in pain.

Finally, she pushed against the weight above her.

“Ethan, stop kissing, Let's start."

Ethan paused.

In the darkness, his eyes glowed brightly, almost like a wolf's. 

“We don't have any condoms at home…"

Claire :"..."

Then what exactly were they doing?

She felt both frustrated and relieved.

After all that tension, nothing was going to happen tonight.

And honestly, she didn't want to get pregnant.

Her relationship with Ethan was temporary. She absolutely

couldn't have a child.

Ethan quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

Inside, he turned on the cold water and tried to calm the heat surging through his body.

That afternoon, he had rushed out from the company, bought groceries at the market, and hurried home to cook.

He hadn't even thought about preparing that kind of thing.

A serious miscalculation.

He already felt guilty for hastily marrying Claire. 

He couldn't let her get pregnant under these circumstances.

That would be irresponsible.

Knowing that nothing would happen tonight, Claire relaxed.

By the time Ethan came out, she was already asleep.

Listening to the steady breathing beside him, Ethan found

himself unable to fall asleep.

Claire woke up to the sound of her alarm. She turned it off, sat up, and rubbed her eyes.

Ethan came out of the bathroom, having just washed up. He looked clean and sharp in a black shirt and black pants.

Claire stared at him in a daze.

A young heartthrob.

So young.

Come to think of it, Ethan was only twenty-two years old. 

Very young.

Ethan spoke. “It's Saturday today. You can sleep a little longer:"

Claire was surprised,"What about you? Are you going out?"

Ethan picked up his black down jacket and put it on.“I'm going to the company" 

“Breakfast is in the rice cooker. Eat it before going back to sleep."

“And take the money." 

Claire shook her head. “No need.I still have money”

It wasn't that she was being polite.

Mainly because she knew Ethan was currently broke and very traditional in his thinking.

When he was eventually recognized by the top-tier wealthy family later, she could just give him a huge sum of money then.

Ethan stood at the door, his gaze deep and steady, “Since I married you, I can afford to support you.”

Claire was stunned.

“If you don't accept it, I'll withdraw cash later.!"

“Il accept it."

Claire quickly picked up her phone and accepted the transfer.

Only then did Ethan leave.

As an entrepreneur, Ethan had no weekends or holidays. He had to work extremely hard to succeed.

In the original story, Ethan had already built a successful company before being acknowledged by his wealthy family.

He was a capable man.

After washing up, Claire went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

Ethan had made a ham sandwich, and it tasted surprisingly good. 

There was also a glass of milk.

Before transmigrating into the novel, Claire had lived alone.

When she was hungry, she ordered takeout. 

When she felt like it, she cooked for herself.

No one had ever cooked breakfast for her before.

She grew up in a single-parent household. 

Her father had died in a car accident when she was very young, leaving behind only a large sum of compensation.