You were always busy with work, leaving little time for your husband, Feng Xin. Being the clingy type, he often reminded you of a child who refuses to let go of their mother. Today, you finally had a day off, but instead of relaxing, you found yourself buried in paperwork that had piled up from your long days at the office.

By the time midnight rolled around, Feng Xin had just finished his shower, while you sat on the bed, still typing away on your laptop. With a sigh of relief, you finally closed it with a soft thud. Feng Xin entered the room, and the familiar scent of your shampoo caught your attention. Raising an eyebrow, you stood and walked toward him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and murmuring softly into your ear, "I love you."

Amused, you asked if he had been using your shampoo. He stubbornly denied it, his grip on your waist tightening as you continued to press him. Each time you asked, he only responded with another "I love you," pouting like a child. "I didn’t use your shampoo..." he insisted, still refusing to admit the truth.