“Were you just practicing alone in the living room?”

I took the rose, full of questions in my head.

“Yeah, you always say I don’t understand romance, so I bought a rose and practiced welcoming you home after work.”

My husband said proudly.

I nodded half-believingly,

he pulled me into his arms,

feeling his steady heartbeat through his strong chest,

my anxious heart eased.

It seems that I was overthinking,

wrongly accusing my loving husband.

I hugged him a bit tighter,

“Thank you, my dearest husband.”

The atmosphere in the bedroom grew more romantic,

I was already prepared for a “battle”,

but suddenly, a cold wind blew behind me,

I felt something rush past me from behind.

I wanted to turn around,

but I was unable to move in my husband’s affectionate embrace.

“Why is the window open?”

I gently broke free from his embrace,

and closed the window that had been blown open.

The moment I turned around,

I noticed my husband glancing towards the bathroom,

the intuition of a woman told me,

that the look was definitely not normal,

my husband must be hiding something from me.

Like a stone thrown into a calm lake,

a ripple of doubt spread in my heart again.

Seeing me heading towards the bathroom silently,

my husband suddenly clutched his stomach in pain,

and quickly ran inside and closed the door.

Come on, who wouldn't get suspicious!

Anyway, there's only one door to this bathroom,

I’d like to see how you explain this.

After waiting outside for a full 15 minutes,

the sounds of my husband’s strenuous effort and flushing were continuous.

I looked dismissive,

listening quietly to my husband’s lousy acting.

When the door opened, my husband looked guilty,

“Do you have to come in now?”

“My stomach hurts too, can’t I? Where else would I go?” I said irritably.

I pulled him away from the bathroom door,

and stood in the doorway, glancing around.

If that little fox still escapes this time,

it must be broad daylight seeing a ghost.

The bathroom looked the same,

washbasin with water stains, the continuously flushing toilet, and the tightly drawn shower curtain.

I glared at my husband,

noticing his face full of anxiety,

it seemed I had indeed guessed right,

all this talk of roses, birthdays, a romantic house,

were all lies,

betraying my feelings, and making a fool of me,

Zhou Jianfeng, you wait and see!

I yanked the shower curtain open,

just about to raise my hand and slap that vixen's face to a pulp,

my eyes were filled with bright rose red.

On either side of the bathtub, a delicate rose was placed,

the dark red bathwater was bubbling,

rose petals were slowly spreading across the surface of the water.

“Ta-da! How about it, honey, romantic right?”

My husband’s voice came from behind me,

he then stepped between me and the tub,

proudly introduced:

“I originally planned to surprise you after we had some intimate time, but you found out early!”

Facing my proud husband,

I felt a bit dizzy,

“This is... also you?”

“Of course, I read online that a red wine bath is good for beauty and skin care. Knowing how hard you work every day, I specially bought Spanish red wine bath bombs. How about it, romantic right?”

I embraced him deeply once more,

although I said nothing,

inside I was constantly apologizing,

it's rare for him to be romantic once,

yet I disrupted it again and again with my suspicions,

only he could tolerate my nonsense.

Just as I was about to melt into my husband’s shoulder,

my eyes widened suddenly,

I saw a human hand emerge from the bathtub.