My husband, who has been sleeping in the guest room for six months, stood at the top of the stairs, hugging his pillow, blocked by me. "Our combined age isn't even fifty. We're in the prime of our lives. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?" He frowned at me, his gaze making my back sweat. Finally, he nodded. "Yeah, not very normal." Taking a bold step, I snatched the pillow from his arms, complaining, "You weren't like this before." "What was I like before?" "You used to hug me to sleep every night, and call me 'little darling' before bed." "...Is that so?" "Yes!" Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar? 1 On the day of our divorce, my husband got amnesia. The bad news is we didn't have much affection to begin with, and now divorce is off the table. The good news is he forgot the past, making it easier for me to make a move. After all, I've been lusting after him for a long time. Ethan, 6'1", 163 lbs. This man graduated from an Ivy League school, and all his ex-girlfriends were ABCs (American-born Chinese). If it weren't for my grandfather leveraging a favor owed by his grandfather, this man would be completely out of my league (literally, I'm only 5'4"). I still remember our blind date. He stood on the flower bed, looking down at me, frowning slightly. "Why are you squatting?" I was bent over, looking for a four-leaf clover in a patch of clovers, and felt very annoyed. "...I'm not squatting." His face looked even worse. "From up here, you look incredibly short." "Then come down and look." He did come down, standing on the same level, but still looking at me with those two handsome nostrils. "And?" "You'll realize I really am short." Him: ... 2 The Sterling family looked down on me, but they held their noses and let him marry me. Back in the day, his grandfather was sent to the countryside for re-education. Because he was close with my grandfather, he often mooched meals at my house. Food was scarce then, making our tight rations even tighter. My dad was growing at the time and ended up with stomach problems from hunger that haven't been cured for decades. His grandfather accidentally learned the truth and insisted on getting us together. Because Ethan was unwilling, the old man cried miserably on his deathbed for half a month, only passing away after seeing our marriage certificate. To show his firm disdain for me, this man slept in the guest room for three months after the wedding, keeping a meter distance when speaking to me. Talk about chastity. If you ask if I felt wronged, not really. After all, as long as I lived in the house for a day, he paid me my usual salary. We also agreed that if either of us found someone we truly liked in the future, we would bless each other and part amicably. If not, we'd just be housemates. See, except for not loving me, this man had no faults. So upon learning he had amnesia, the first thing I did was move our toothbrushes from two bathrooms into the same cup. If we can brush teeth together, can sleeping together be far behind? 3 To be honest, although I'm short, I'm decent looking. I wasn't the school beauty, but I was always considered the class beauty. I refuse to believe that with God giving me a second chance, I can't take down Ethan?! Joke. Night fell. A Mercedes van slowly pulled into the garage. I quickly refreshed my perfume and ran downstairs to hand him his slippers. "Hubby, you're back?" Ethan opened the door and was stunned to see me. He must have eaten by now, but to show attentiveness, I still went up to greet him: "Hard day, hubby? I made dinner, let's eat together?" "...Mm." Of course, it was impossible for me to cook for him. Ethan sat opposite me, his brow relaxing as he looked at the table full of takeout. "Thanks for your hard work, making so many dishes." "You worked hard too, tired all day." Hypocritical couple, daily fake smiles. After dinner, he went to shower. I specially turned on the ambient lighting, letting a thin strap slip off my pale collarbone intentionally, not pulling it up until he appeared at the door surrounded by steam. At this moment, he gave me a deep look, a hint of ambiguity quietly passing. "Sleep early." Suddenly, darkness fell before my eyes. He had turned off the light. I jumped out of bed in anger: "Where are you going to sleep?" Hearing my voice change, he stood at the door asking, "What's wrong?" I went up and dragged him inside. "You're almost twenty-eight, seen any couple sleeping in separate rooms?" He froze. The curtains weren't drawn. Moonlight spilled through the French windows, laying a long, frosty path on the bed. The object of my desire for so long fell onto the bed, his silk robe pulled into disarray by me, a flawless face under messy hair looking quite bewildered. "You really want to sleep with me?" Have to say, this scene was a bit overwhelming. I swallowed, fished up one of my legs, and hooked it firmly around his waist. "Of course." He was silent for a while. "Sleeping like this... is it comfortable?" "Comfortable." "...Alright." After a long time with no follow-up, I forced one eye open to look at him, only to find he had closed his eyes, breathing evenly. Hey, if you're uncomfortable, don't you know to take some initiative? I closed my eyes and continued to fan the flames. "Hubby, don't you think it's a bit too quiet?" "Sleeping should be quiet." "That's a lack of imagination. Although we are statically sleeping, it doesn't mean it can't become dynamic." "Why should it become dynamic?" Go away. I pulled my leg off his waist, turned over, and huffed: "Men, get into a little car accident and become like this. You used to call me 'sweetheart,' now you're cold!" After a moment of silence, an arm wrapped around my waist, gently encircling me. "Alright, sleep early, sweetheart." I was delighted and immediately pressed on: "Usually, besides sweetheart, you also called me little darling." "Goodnight, little darling." "Okay, big darling." Hooked his waist, got called little darling. I hugged Ethan's arm and fell asleep contentedly. 4 The next day I woke up groggy, shuffled to the bathroom in slippers to brush my teeth. As soon as I entered, I covered my eyes. "Oops, sorry!" After quickly closing the door, I felt something was weird... Wait, why am I guilty? Our relationship is protected by law. That bouncy man with broad shoulders and long legs inside, it's my right to look at him! Thinking wildly, the door opened. Ethan, with a small new towel around his waist, stood inside looking at me, wet hair hanging on his forehead, steam all over. "Coming in?" Although screaming internally, I responded politely: "Okay, going to be late for work, let me squeeze in." Married for over half a year, this was our first time brushing teeth together. In the mirror, his upper body was bare, muscle lines faintly distinct... Let me count, one two three four five... "Why is your face so red?" "Ah, I'm a little allergic (to your abs)." "Is it okay?" Almost blurting out my real thoughts, I touched my nose: "Small problem, I can overcome it." Just look more often. After that, seeing me rushing with makeup in front of the mirror, he asked: "Want me to drive you?" "Okay!" Didn't expect Ethan after amnesia to be so considerate. I got into his van. He navigated in the front: "Bella, send me the company address." Hearing this, my face darkened slightly. He observed my expression carefully in the mirror: "What's wrong?" "What did you call me?" "Bella?" Seeming to realize something, he suddenly blushed, coughing lightly: "Little... darling, send me the company address." "Okay, big darling." I moved my fingers, sending the location to his WeChat. Getting out of the car, I knocked on his window. After he rolled it down, I leaned in and kissed his slightly red handsome face. "Thank you, big darling."
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