Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night.

As dusk seeps in through the window lattices, a warm and ambiguous atmosphere still floats in the room.

Pan Xiaoting lay on the bed, curled up in Lin Lang's arms, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his abdominal muscles. She said coquettishly with satisfaction, "Hubby, you conquered me five times this afternoon. Aren't you tired?"

Lin Lang was twirling a cigarette between his fingers. Hearing this, he chuckled, "Tired but happy."

Pan Xiaoting's face flushed red, and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her voice as soft as a ball of cotton: "Humph, you didn't let me rest for the whole afternoon. You're not tired, but I am exhausted."

"Baby, this wasn't your attitude when you begged me to kiss you non-stop." Lin Lang deliberately imitated her coquettish tone and tickled her waist with his fingertips.

"Hateful!" Pan Xiaoting smiled and slapped Lin Lang's hand away.

The longing and anxiety of these days while waiting were now replaced by the sense of security in Lin Lang's arms.

She could clearly smell the scent of Lin Lang, feel his warm body temperature, and his heartbeat that was still not stable. These real existences made her feel more at ease than any promise.

Lin Lang held the cigarette between his lips, the flickering light of the fire reflected on his face, making his jawline more distinct.

Pan Xiaoting stared at Lin Lang as he puffed out smoke. His eyes were careless, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"What are you looking at, baby?" Lin Lang blew out a smoke ring and reached out to scratch the tip of her nose.

"Look at you." She reached out and snatched the cigarette from his fingers, and put it to her lips like him, but she choked and started coughing.

Lin Lang took back the cigarette with a smile, and brushed his fingertips across the corners of her red eyes: "Little idiot, why are you learning this?"

"I just want to try something you like." Pan Xiaoting smiled with her lips pursed.

Lin Lang said self-deprecatingly, "You won't learn anything from me."

Pan Xiaoting giggled and poked Lin Lang's nose with her fingertips. "Husband, I've learned all the bad things from you. You always teach me all sorts of nonsense in bed. What woman taught you that?"

Lin Lang lied, "I learned it from a 'daily love action movie'. No one taught me."

Pan Xiaoting blushed again, thinking of the noises they'd made in the bedroom that afternoon. They might have heard everything from outside. "It's all your fault!" she pounded his chest gently. "Now Sister Xueman and Sister Mengyao are going to laugh at me."

"What's the joke? They were more enthusiastic in pleasing and serving me in bed than you are." Lin Lang pinched Pan Xiaoting's chin and lifted it up, with light in his eyes.

Pan Xiaoting's heart skipped a beat when Lin Lang looked at her. She leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips, tasting a faint scent of cigarettes.

This kiss was not as passionate as the one in the afternoon, but soft and a little coquettish.

Lin Lang couldn't help but kiss Pan Xiaoting back. The feeling of their lips rubbing against each other was filled with the beauty of love and the tenderness of the beauty in his arms.

Halfway through the kiss, Pan Xiaoting suddenly laughed out loud and trembled on his chest.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Lang pinched her earlobe.

"I'm laughing at you for being so unrestrained and never getting enough of taking advantage of others. Do you still have the energy to accompany Sister Mengyao at night?" Pan Xiaoting bit her lip, a cunning glint in her eyes.

Lin Lang bent his fingers and gently tapped Pan Xiaoting's forehead, then said with a smile, "Don't worry about that. Mengyao will get jealous if I don't spend the night with her."

Pan Xiaoting snorted, snuggled tighter into Lin Lang's arms, and said half-jokingly, "I guess Sister Mengyao is getting anxious waiting. Let's get up and have dinner."

Lin Lang put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray on the bedside table, hugged Pan Xiaoting tightly and teased her, "Baby, do you want your husband to love you again?

The ambiguous factor in the air, like a butterfly awakened by Lin Lang's words, began to fly slowly again.

Pan Xiaoting buried her face in the crook of Lin Lang's neck and laughed secretly, "Stop it, husband. It's time for dinner. If we don't get up and go out for dinner, Sister Xueman will say I'm ignorant."

Lin Lang stopped teasing Pan Xiaoting and just tightened his arms and hugged her tighter.

Pan Xiaoting narrowed her eyes slightly, saw Lin Lang's eyelashes so close to her, saw the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing, and couldn't help but reveal a happy smile on her face.

She tightened her arms and buried her face in Lin Lang's chest, with one leg hooked around Lin Lang's calf, looking a bit clingy and naughty.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, and finally let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse as their breaths intertwined. "Baby, let's get up then. I've been working so hard in your bed all afternoon, I'm starving."

Pan Xiaoting kissed Lin Lang on the side of his face and said with a giggle, "Thank you for your hard work, my macho husband. Let's get up now."

"You charming little goblin, you are so attractive!" Lin Lang pinched Pan Xiaoting's earlobe, and the smile in his eyes was so gentle that it could drown people.

"Hubby, I'm your personal little fairy, muah!" Pan Xiaoting pouted slightly and kissed Lin Lang again in a flattering manner.

Lin Lang kissed Pan Xiaoting back, his movements incredibly gentle.

He could taste the faint scent of lipstick on Pan Xiaoting's lips, which was a little sweet, just like her, so soft that people were reluctant to use any force.

Pan Xiaoting kissed Lin Lang reluctantly, and the love in her kiss was beyond words.

This time the kiss was more proactive and tentative. She imitated Lin Lang's way of rubbing gently, like a clumsy but pious little animal.

Lin Lang chuckled and responded to Pan Xiaoting's rhythm. The place where their lips touched gradually became warmer, with an uncontrollable throbbing.

Pan Xiaoting could feel her cheeks getting hot again, and even her ears and neck turned pink, but she didn't want to stop. She just wanted to keep kissing Lin Lang and feel his real presence.

Lin Lang finally let her go, fearing that he would lose control if he continued kissing her.

He leaned his forehead against hers, looked into Pan Xiaoting's wet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "If we keep kissing, we really don't need to have dinner."

Pan Xiaoting stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully: "Then let's get up!"

Lin Lang pinched Pan Xiaoting's pretty face, and there was something else in the smile in his eyes: "Be good, let your husband hug you again."

Pan Xiaoting leaned on Lin Lang's arms and said coquettishly, "One minute, just one minute."

Lin Lang held Pan Xiaoting tighter in his arms, resting his chin against the top of her head and rubbing it gently. His voice was full of doting: "Baby, when I hold you in my arms, I feel like I own the whole world."

"Hmph, husband, you only know how to use sweet words to make me happy." Pan Xiaoting wrapped her arms around Lin Lang's waist and hugged him tightly as if she was afraid of being snatched away, her fingertips stroking the lines of his tight muscles.

It felt like a minute was stolen by someone. When Lin Lang let her go, Pan Xiaoting's hair was already messy like a ball of fluff.

He smiled and reached out to fix Pan Xiaoting's hair. His fingertips brushed across her burning earlobe and pinched it deliberately. "If we don't go to the restaurant to eat, Xue Man will bring the food into the bedroom to feed you."

Pan Xiaoting giggled and kissed Lin Lang on the handsome cheek again before getting out of bed and getting dressed.

The two of them took their time putting on their clothes. Just as Pan Xiaoting was about to walk to the door, she was stopped by Lin Lang again.

He leaned in closer and pecked Pan Xiaoting's lips quickly, saying with a hint of playfulness, "Another kiss before we go out."

"Hateful." Pan Xiaoting pushed Lin Lang away with a red face, but he took the opportunity to hold her hand, interlocked their fingers and led them out the door.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, I smelled an enticing aroma of food wafting over.

Pan Xiaoting's stomach growled, causing Lin Lang to chuckle. He squeezed her palm and said, "You're starving, right? You didn't even have a full lunch, and I dragged you back to the bedroom to do something bad."

"Hmph, you bad husband, say that again!" She twisted Lin Lang's arm with her little hand, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards him.

The two of them walked into the restaurant, pulling each other. As soon as they turned the corner of the entrance, they saw Zhou Mengyao's teasing smile.

Pan Xiaoting's face suddenly turned red. She pulled her hand back as if she was scalded and shrank behind Lin Lang shyly.

Zhou Mengyao put down her bowl and chopsticks, raised an eyebrow, and shook her chin at Pan Xiaoting: "Why are you hiding? You were sticking to me like a piece of candy in the corridor just now, and now you're embarrassed?"

"Sister Mengyao, stop teasing me!" Pan Xiaoting stamped her feet and glanced at the dining table. Seeing Mu Xueman coming out of the kitchen with a casserole, she quickly called out to save the situation, "Sister Xueman, what did you cook? It smells so good!"

Mu Xuelan placed the casserole on the table. The moment she opened the lid, white steam rose up, filling the room with the rich aroma of chicken soup.

She untied her apron and put it aside, looking at Lin Lang with a smile: "Here's the freshly stewed black chicken soup, to nourish our husbands." As she spoke, she glanced at the plate of oysters, and the teasing in her eyes could not be hidden.

Lin Lang was frank and unassuming. He casually pulled out a chair and sat down. He reached out to grab an oyster, but Zhou Mengyao tapped his hand with a chopstick. "Go wash your hands!"

Zhou Mengyao glanced at him sideways, "You dare to touch food when you're covered in sweat? It's a pity Xiaoting can still hug you for an entire afternoon."

Pan Xiaoting's face turned even redder, and she clutched the corner of her clothes and walked to the bathroom: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Lin Lang stood up and, as he passed by Zhou Mengyao, he deliberately nudged her waist with his elbow and lowered his voice, "Wife, I'll eat some more kidney later. Maybe I'll need it tonight."

Zhou Mengyao smiled secretly and thought: I've been waiting all day, and it's finally my turn to sleep with him at night.

When Lin Lang and Pan Xiaoting came out after washing their hands, Zhou Mengyao had already served soup to everyone.

As soon as Lin Lang sat down, Mu Xuelan put an oyster in his bowl and said gently, "Hubby, eat some oysters to replenish your body."

"Okay!" Lin Lang started eating with relish.

Pan Xiaoting sat on the dining chair, picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of stir-fried kidney for Lin Lang. She put it into his bowl and said with a smile, "Hubby, have some kidney to nourish yourself."

"Okay." Lin Lang accepted everything and started eating the stir-fried kidney.

Then, Zhou Mengyao put a piece of fried leek and egg into Lin Lang's bowl. She said in a soft voice, raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Hubby, eat some leeks to replenish your body."

"Uh...you three little devils, do you want to replenish my kidneys? Or do you want to drain me out?" Lin Lang held the chopsticks in his hand and showed a helpless smile.

"Ha ha……"

The three beautiful, lovely women laughed in unison.

Zhou Mengyao laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

Mu Xueman laughed so hard that she slammed the table.

Pan Xiaoting laughed so hard that tears were about to fall.

Lin Lang also laughed.

The light from the dining table was warm, reflecting the steaming dishes on the table and the smiles on the faces of the family of four.

The night outside the window was getting darker and darker, but the Mu family's villa seemed to have a little sun. Even the air was filled with sweet ambiguity, lingering around the hearts of the four of them.

As soon as he finished dinner, Lin Lang couldn't wait to pull Zhou Mengyao's hand and said with a chuckle, "Mengyao, now it's our turn to go back to the bedroom and talk alone."

Zhou Mengyao stood up from her dining chair and jokingly asked, "What are you talking about? Postpartum care for sows?"

"Hahaha..." Pan Xiaoting burst out laughing.

Mu Xuelan laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She tried to cover her mouth to hold back her laughter, but she laughed even louder instead.

Lin Lang suddenly picked up Princess Zhou Mengyao and hurried to the bedroom, saying with a smile, "Let's talk about the origin of life."

"Hateful!" Zhou Mengyao hugged Lin Lang's neck, buried her blushing face in his chest, and bit her red lips shyly.