Why Am I So Hot?

Lily Evans stared at Lucky, who stood stark naked in front of her, for three whole seconds before her mind exploded!

What did she just see! In two lifetimes, she’d never seen a man’s... and at such a close distance, and so perfectly... Oh my god, she couldn’t handle it!

"Wife, why are you bleeding!?" Lily was stunned, and suddenly two streams of nosebleed gushed out. Lucky panicked and rushed over to check.

Maybe because he was so worried about Lily, Lucky rushed over a bit too hard. Lily’s nose slammed right into his firm chest muscles, and the masculine scent hit her full on. Lily looked down and saw—just below Lucky’s eight-pack abs was... Oh my god!

Pfft!

Lily’s nosebleed flowed even more fiercely.

"Wife, I’m sorry, I hurt you. It’s all my fault." Lucky was wracked with guilt, fumbling to grab a bath towel to wipe Lily’s nosebleed, his heart aching. "Does it hurt, wife? Did I hurt you?"

Only then did Lily snap back to her senses and realize she was trapped in Lucky’s arms. Her ears burned red with embarrassment, so she glared at Lucky to cover her awkwardness. "Who told you to take off your clothes?"

Lucky drooped his head, looking aggrieved. "Didn’t you tell me to take a bath, wife? How could I wash with my clothes on?"

Lily was speechless and retorted, "It’s all your fault for taking your clothes off!"

Lucky’s innocent eyes blinked. "Don’t be mad, wife. It’s all my fault."

Lily was nearly blinded by the sight of Lucky, so she quickly turned her back and wiped her own nosebleed, secretly scolding herself for being so useless. She was a modern woman, yet just seeing a man made her nose bleed—how embarrassing!

Lucky looked at Lily’s back, thinking she was genuinely angry. He grew frantic, like a child who’d done something wrong, terrified that Lily would abandon him. He tugged at her sleeve to please her: "Wife, I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t leave me."

Lucky’s wet, anxious gaze made Lily’s heart soften. This silly husband couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious. She gently said, "You’re my husband. Why would I ever leave you?"

Behind her, the big-dog-like man suddenly lit up with joy, wrapped his arms around Lily’s waist, and refused to let go, laughing, "Wife loves me best!"

Lily was completely trapped in his arms and let out a surprised yelp. Seeing Lucky’s silly grin, she forcibly resisted the urge to smack him—otherwise he’d just start overthinking and worry she’d abandon him.

Lily’s feet left the ground as Lucky held her tightly. And then—he actually... he actually...!

Lily felt completely undone, her face burning as red as a boiled shrimp.

Lucky was clearly confused by his own reaction. His breathing grew rapid, and he hugged Lily even tighter, his eyes hazy. "Wife, w-what’s happening to me... I feel so hot..."

"Good Lucky, put me down first." Lily gritted her teeth, trying to sound gentle. "You’re just too hot, a bath will fix it."

"R-really?" Lucky obediently put Lily down, nervously pointing at himself. "What’s wrong with me? Am I dying? Boohoo, I don’t want to die—I want to be with my wife!"

Lily took a deep breath and silently asked the heavens how she was supposed to answer that. She was still a pure and innocent baby, okay!

"Wife, am I not well? It feels so swollen, it hurts!" Lucky frowned, tears welling up in his eyes as he suddenly grabbed Lily’s hand. "Wife, why is it so hot here! Boohoo, wife, it hurts."