A familiar figure appeared at the door, shutting and locking it smoothly.
Probably because he’d guest-starred in a wuxia drama today, Su Yicen was dressed casually for once: a loose V-neck white T-shirt on top, black cargo pants below—totally different from his usual style, giving off a youthful vibe.
“Chanchan… Are you feeling unwell?…”
The gentle inquiry came from both the phone by her ear and the doorway nearby.
Song Chan snapped back to reality and looked toward the door.
Su Yicen held his phone to his ear. His short, messy bangs had grown a bit long, half-covering his deep black eyes. His gaze pierced through the reflection in his glasses—Song Chan knew he was looking at her.
She didn’t answer, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He seemed to sense her worry.
In his low, steady tone, Su Yicen spoke word by word, gently enough to soothe anyone’s heart.
“It’s fine. I’m back.”
As he spoke, Su Yicen walked over with steady steps. The closer he got, the clearer her unhealthy pallor became—her usually rosy lips were pale too.
His heart felt like it had been ruthlessly yanked by someone, throbbing painfully in his chest cavity.
His warm large hand gently clasped her somewhat cold one. Feeling that chill, he pulled her hand up and gripped it firmly in his palm to warm it.
Su Yicen frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Feeling the warmth transmitted from his palm, the unease in Song Chan’s heart gradually dissipated due to his closeness.
“I’m fine.” She answered honestly. “Just… period pain…”
“Period pain…” Those two words were somewhat unfamiliar to Su Yicen.
“I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Song Chan shook her head and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s not that serious. Really, I’m fine. I’ve already taken medicine. It’ll get better after this wave of pain passes.”
Su Yicen surprisingly didn’t know how to help her. Suddenly, a sense of powerlessness climbed into his heart, mixed with complex emotions.
He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
They had done all sorts of intimate things, but when he suddenly took her hand, feeling the warmth of his palm transmitting his body heat, Song Chan lowered her head as her face flushed red without her realizing it. She completely forgot what she had wanted to ask.
“I’m fine now. I’ll rest in my room.”
With that, she pulled free from his warm palm. Her hand back pressed to her face, which felt scorching hot, as if she had a fever.
Only Su Yicen remained in the living room.
He watched the bedroom door close but didn’t chase after her. Instead, he opened his phone and began the necessary research.
【What to pay attention to for period pain…】
Su Yicen quickly typed out the search terms on the screen. Countless answers popped up, densely packed and dizzying.
Almost every response included ad links—something Su Yicen used to hate the most. But afraid of missing anything useful, he clicked into every single one.
【Period pain patients should regulate their emotions, stay warm, eat light foods, maintain hygiene, and do moderate exercise…】
Su Yicen recorded every piece of information he learned into a memo app, carefully noting down every detail without missing a word.
He first boiled a pot of hot water and prepared a cup of brown sugar water before knocking on her door.
Song Chan lay on the bed. The medicine had now taken effect, and she no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.
Seeing Su Yicen enter, she asked him, “Something wrong?”
His gaze drifted to her and locked on. His voice was mild as he spoke.
“Come to my room. It’ll be easier for me to take care of you.”
Song Chan was stunned by Su Yicen’s sudden words and blurted out a lame refusal.
“Your room has those cement-colored sheets. They’re not suitable for me. No.”
Her lame excuse embarrassed her so much she couldn’t look at him. She rolled over, turning her back to him.
From behind her came Su Yicen’s good-tempered agreement.
“Okay.”
He agreed just like that? Since when was he so agreeable?
Su Yicen had suddenly become so amenable that Song Chan felt like she didn’t quite recognize him anymore.
She quietly turned her head and glanced at the closed door. He really wasn’t hiding nearby to scare her.
Su Yicen’s out-of-character behavior made Song Chan’s heart drum with unease. She recalled her earlier response.
Had she been too rude and made him unhappy?
Feeling guilty, she scrolled through her phone for a bit. Just as she was about to sleep, the door opened again.
This time, Su Yicen didn’t knock. He walked right up to her with his phone in hand.
“I’ve changed the sheets. They’re your favorite pink ones now.”
The phone screen’s brightness had been adjusted to a soft level. Even held up close, it wasn’t glaring.
Song Chan looked at the photo on the screen. It was of Su Yicen’s bed—but now, his former dark gray cement-colored sheets had been replaced with a full pink cat-head set. It looked girly and pink, completely at odds with his ascetic, high-contrast male god image.
Sure enough, no matter how handsome a man was, once he had a wife, he’d have to sleep on pink sheets. That saying was spot on.
“So, can you come now?”
His follow-up question left Song Chan without an excuse.
She tugged at the edge of her blanket, wrapping herself up completely, then rolled onto her side and closed her eyes.
“I won’t trouble you. I’m going to sleep right here.”
Her successive refusals clearly exhausted the man’s patience.
Su Yicen walked over without a word. He didn’t ask her opinion and simply scooped her up—blanket and all—carrying her back to his bedroom.
Her body suddenly went weightless as she was lifted from the bed. The floating sensation made Song Chan instinctively cling to the person beside her.
“Su Yicen, what are you doing!”
Her fists clenched and lightly pounded his body.
It didn’t hurt at all—like she was just scratching an itch.
Su Yicen’s bedroom was right next door, just a few steps away.
He hooked the door shut with his foot and carried her to the bedside before gently placing the tightly clutched Song Chan onto the bed.
“Don’t move around.” He instructed her.
The brown sugar water—which he had prepared who-knows-when—was brought over like magic. He held the glass cup in his palm to check the temperature before handing it to Song Chan.
“It’s not hot anymore. Drink a little first. It should help relieve the pain.”
She cupped her hands around the warm glass. Its toasty heat felt like a hand warmer, warming her cool hands while also warming her heart.
Su Yicen sat on the edge of the bed beside her, watching over her like a supervisor until she finished the brown sugar water.
Only then did he speak slowly, reminding her, “I looked it up. It’s best not to take painkillers too often—they can cause dependency. There are lots of other ways to relieve period pain…”
He took the cup from her hand and smoothly pulled hers into his grasp.
“You seem to have a cold constitution. Your hands and feet are usually chilly, and it’s even worse during your period. That can cause the pain too, so staying warm is important.”
Song Chan was a bit dazed listening to Su Yicen rattle off his knowledge. She had no idea when this big man had learned more about period pain symptoms than she had.
As he spoke, he suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket wrapped around Song Chan. His slender hand slipped inside, groping for something.
Moments later, her cold feet under the blanket were suddenly touched by a warm large hand.
She instinctively tried to pull away, but the hand gripped her firmly.
He frowned, looking utterly serious with no hint of joking. “Your feet are freezing. This won’t do.”
“Ah?” Song Chan hadn’t even processed what was happening before Su Yicen lifted his shirt and shoved her cold feet inside.
Her soles pressed against Su Yicen’s firm abs, feeling the warmth of his soft skin as it generously heated her feet.
Su Yicen breathed warm air onto his palms, rubbing them hot before gently massaging Song Chan’s lower abdomen and waist. Her tense body relaxed, and the discomfort from her period pain was indeed greatly relieved.
Song Chan had to admit that Su Yicen was a great husband. He took excellent care of her, making her greedier for this kind of life.
Their actions were incredibly intimate. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, a warm current flowing through her lower abdomen. Though she hated to admit it, her body had an embarrassingly strong reaction to his touch.
After what felt like forever, Su Yicen showed no signs of tiring and kept his hands moving—until Song Chan belatedly withdrew her feet from his abs. Only then did he ask her.
“Feeling better?”
Song Chan nodded. The shyness in her eyes made her too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
She hadn’t felt uncomfortable for a while now. Her hands and feet were warm—from body to heart.
Song Chan felt like she didn’t quite recognize Su Yicen anymore. She knew he was always gentle with her, but being immersed in it still felt wondrous.
Su Yicen saw right through her thoughts. “You think this version of me doesn’t match my usual image?”
Song Chan nodded. Worry lingered in her heart, and she couldn’t help but probe.
“You hit Wei Lai on set today?”
Su Yicen didn’t answer. He just silently tucked in the corner of her blanket.
When he learned Song Chan had been bullied, he had already lost his reason. There were plenty of ways to take down Wei Lai and make him pay a heavier price, but Su Yicen was a man. His woman had been bullied—he couldn’t let it slide without giving the guy a beating.
Using a guest role to teach Wei Lai a lesson was already the most dignified excuse Su Yicen could think of to beat him openly.
He pulled Song Chan into his arms from behind, holding her tightly as his warm palm gently rested on her lower abdomen.
He let out a soft hum of agreement. His breath stirred the stray hairs by her ear, brushing straight into her heart.
Song Chan pressed, “Because of me?”
Su Yicen replied, “I’m not that rational of a person. He bullied my wife—he deserves a beating.”
Hearing his answer, Song Chan’s heart skipped a beat. It felt like her chest had been heavily struck.
She didn’t respond to that, nor did she thank him.
She just asked, “Did you get hurt?”
Su Yicen’s brows lifted slightly, a spark of delight in his expression as he countered.
“Chanchan, are you worried about me?”
Song Chan didn’t reply, which counted as agreement.
He read her silence and tightened his hold, wishing he could melt her into his body.
Even just a simple embrace made her heart race—like the pure thrill of first love.
Su Yicen lowered his head and gently kissed Song Chan’s forehead. His breath lingered warmly on her hair.
He softly coaxed her, making a promise.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine.”