Truce

Her bare shoulders revealed flawless curves, pale as snow, impossible to ignore.

Even after years of marriage, Shen Yi found himself momentarily stunned, his gaze lingering.

Fu Nanzhi’s cheeks flushed crimson as she subtly adjusted her nightgown to cover the exposed skin.

"That’s not the point..." she said. "Look at the changes in my skin—see how white it is?"

She hadn’t slipped out of her nightwear to seduce him. Instead, she wanted to show him the strange transformation.

This wasn’t just her arms—during her bath, her entire body had shed its outer layer, leaving her skin glowing, almost luminous.

Shen Yi studied the delicate curve of her neck down to her spine.

Her swan-like neck and the skin along her back were as smooth as a newborn’s, so tender it might bruise at the slightest touch.

Even in the dim light, her skin had an almost translucent radiance—something unheard of for a woman nearing thirty.

This serum… is incredible. Just one day, and the changes are this dramatic.

Forget rebirth—just the whitening and rejuvenation alone would drive ninety-nine percent of women wild with envy.

His thoughts raced. He didn’t doubt Fu Nanzhi, but he needed a way to reassure her.

Putting on an expression of wonder, he set the tone:

"If you’re not feeling any discomfort, then this is a good thing, isn’t it?"

Fu Nanzhi sat hesitantly on the edge of the bed.

"No pain or anything… I’m just worried there might be side effects."

This was entirely new to her, and unease was natural.

Even if the changes seemed harmless now, who knew what might happen later?

The air had cooled, and though the villa was temperature-controlled, Shen Yi tugged her nightgown back up, concerned she might catch a chill.

"I’ve heard experts say that with modern nutrition, people can sometimes go through a second growth phase," he said, improvising.

"Maybe this is yours."

Fu Nanzhi eyed him skeptically.

"Experts? Since when do you believe that?"

"Which expert said this?"

Shen Yi scratched his chin.

"Can’t remember—probably read it somewhere."

"Not all experts are frauds. Some actually know what they’re talking about. Might as well trust them."

He added, "If you’re really worried, I’ll take you for a full-body checkup tomorrow."

"We’ll see if anything’s off. If there is, we’ll deal with it. If not, then great—you can relax."

Fu Nanzhi considered it, then nodded.

"I guess that’s the only option for now..."

Truthfully, Shen Yi also wanted to see if the serum’s effects matched its claims—whether her body had truly reached its peak condition.

Still, he regretted frightening her. Pulling her close, he teased:

"Relax, you’re not turning into a snake spirit."

"And even if you did, I’d keep Fahai away—no way I’d let him seal you under a pagoda."

She burst into laughter.

By the end of it, Shen Yi couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter on his own.

Fu Nanzhi reached out and pinched the tender flesh at his waist, pouting in annoyance:

“I’m being serious here.”

Shen Yi leaned back to dodge her attack, feigning mischief as he replied,

“And so am I.”

Failing in her assault, Fu Nanzhi grew secretly frustrated. Suddenly, she flipped over and straddled his chest, pressing her delicate little hands against his face and kneading it.

With a mock-ferocious tone, she muttered,

“You’re so annoying, I’ll pinch... I’ll squeeze...”

Shen Yi put up half-hearted resistance as they playfully tussled, his words alternating between fanning the flames and pleading for mercy, tugging at Fu Nanzhi’s emotions until she was both exasperated and amused.

Before long, Fu Nanzhi laughed herself breathless and collapsed onto Shen Yi’s body, too exhausted to move.

“No more, truce, truce...”

Her face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, she gradually settled into calm.

A long while passed, and Fu Nanzhi remained so still that Shen Yi almost thought she’d fallen asleep.

Then, out of nowhere, she lifted her head and inched forward like a caterpillar, stopping at his ear to whisper:

“Husband... my period’s over~”

“I... I want you.”

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fu Nanzhi had been on her period, and afterward, the series of unexpected events had left her pent-up for days.

Tonight, the changes in her body gave her the perfect excuse. Cheng Jun and Shu Yunyi had both tactfully stayed away, so she seized the chance to sneak over.

How could she let such a heaven-sent opportunity slip? She leaned in, seeking a kiss.

Fresh from the shower, Fu Nanzhi carried a delicate fragrance. Shen Yi wrapped his arms around her soft, pliant body, feeling as if he’d sunk into a pile of cotton candy—sweet and supple.

“I...”

Equally heated, Shen Yi barely got a word out before Fu Nanzhi silenced him with her lips.

The towel slipped to the floor, and soon, their murmurs faded into silence.

The night air was cool, but the bed was warm, their passion priceless.

Tonight, Fu Nanzhi’s stamina was unusually strong. Normally, she would’ve surrendered long ago, but this time, she showed no signs of begging for mercy—if anything, she seemed to be gaining momentum...

But in this arena, how could an ordinary person compare to Shen Yi? He was gifted by nature.

Let’s just say, it was a bit of a challenge—but not much.

Time flew past midnight. Fu Nanzhi lay on her side by the headboard, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead despite the cool weather.

Her gaze was distant, her thoughts scattered, still lost in the lingering euphoria.

Shen Yi’s face appeared behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Still recovering, Fu Nanzhi thought he wanted another round and hastily steadied her breathing, pleading in a shaky voice:

“No more, truce, truce...”

When he opened his eyes again, daylight flooded the room.

Shen Yi groped for his phone on the nightstand and squinted at the time—nearly 8 a.m.

Last night’s escapades with Fu Nanzhi had gone on far too late, and her unusual energy had tested even his endurance.

‘Crap...’

He cursed inwardly. He still had to make breakfast for the girls—he’d almost overslept.

With that thought, he resolved to get up immediately. But Fu Nanzhi clung to him like an octopus, her limbs wrapped tightly around him. Carefully prying her arms loose, Shen Yi finally managed to slip out of bed.

After freshening up in the bathroom, Shen Yi came out and slipped into his clothes.

He walked to the bedside to check on Fu Nanzhi and, seeing her sound asleep, decided not to wake her just yet—after all, it was still early before she had to leave for work.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead before pushing the door open and heading downstairs.

The living room was quiet, and Shen Yi guessed Shu Yunyi and Cheng Jun hadn’t woken up yet, so he made his way to the kitchen.

He planned to call them down once breakfast was nearly ready.

He didn’t intend to make anything too elaborate—just a balanced, modestly portioned meal.

Pulling bread rolls and other ingredients from the fridge, he poured several glasses of milk to heat up.

He hadn’t been working at the counter for long when he heard movement by the door. Peering out, he was surprised to see Shu Yunyi.

She had already gotten up early, dressed in lightweight workout gear with a sweat-absorbing headband across her forehead, her cheeks slightly flushed and her whole demeanor radiating energy.

Strolling leisurely to the entrance, she bent down to change out of her sneakers.