Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he murmured, "Sleep." "Mm, good night," Su Ci whispered back. ………… Su Ci had thought she would struggle to sleep, but when her eyes fluttered open the next morning, it was already six. Su Xue had ordered her to be out of the room before six. Not a minute later. She was late. She shifted, intending to rise, but found herself still nestled in Fu Nancheng's embrace. His powerful arm was wrapped securely around her slender waist, their bodies pressed together intimately. Su Ci’s lashes fluttered as she tried to ease herself carefully from his hold. But her slightest movement stirred him. Fu Nancheng's voice, thick and languid with sleep, rumbled beside her ear as his arm tightened, pulling her deeper into his embrace. "Why so early? Stay. Sleep a little longer with me." He'd been plagued by insomnia for years; he never expected to sleep so soundly just by holding her. With her soft, warm body in his arms, he wanted nothing more than to drift back to sleep. But Su Ci didn't dare. She could almost feel Su Xue on the other side of the door, sharpening her knives. "I have to get up. You go back to sleep. I have chores to do." With his eyes still closed, a smirk played on Fu Nancheng’s thin lips. "Are we short on maids? Does the lady of the house have to dirty her own hands?" He still thought she was Su Xue. But she wasn't. "I really have to go," Su Ci insisted, finally wriggling free and sitting up. As she slipped from his arms, any lingering sleepiness vanished from Fu Nancheng. He slowly opened his eyes, now clear and alert. He watched her slender form as she quickly dressed, left the bed, and disappeared from the room. Fu Nancheng’s brow furrowed. He couldn't understand why she'd left in such a hurry, as if she were racing against time—so much so that she'd refused his request to stay, even for a few more minutes. ………… After reapplying the scar to her face, Su Ci stepped out to find a scowling Su Xue. Her sister pointed furiously at a clock. "Su Ci, it’s five past six. Why were you in there an extra five minutes with my husband? Was his embrace too warm to leave? Too tempting to let go?" The accusation struck a nerve. The truth was, she was an early riser and never slept in. But Fu Nancheng's embrace had been so vast and warm that this morning, she had clung to him like an octopus. "Well, if you're so worried, then don't make me sleep with your husband again." "..." Su Xue looked as if she might explode on the spot. She had been awake all night, driven mad with jealousy at the thought of Su Ci lying in her husband's arms. But she had more important things on her mind. "What perfume are you wearing? Hand it over." Perfume? Why were both Fu Nancheng and Su Xue asking about her perfume? Su Ci raised a delicate eyebrow and produced a small bottle. "Here." Su Xue’s eyes widened. It was CC perfume. CC was an international ultra-luxury perfume and skincare brand. It was said you could know a woman by her scent, and the fragrance of a CC perfume was bewitching, dubbed the ultimate "man-killer"—no man could resist it. Every season, CC released a limited-edition fragrance, and the wealthy ladies and socialites of Yecheng would descend into a frenzy, fighting tooth and nail to get their hands on a bottle. The bottle Su Ci held was this season's limited edition, "Spring Encounter." Su Xue had begged her mother for ages for a bottle but had come up empty-handed. And yet, here was Su Ci, holding one so casually. "Su Ci, how did you get your hands on a CC perfume?"