Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang looked at Xiao Haoxun, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly and refusing to let go, and his eyes were filled with undisguised doting affection. He reached out and ruffled Xiao Haoxun's soft hair: "You little rascal, do you like playing go-karts that much?"

Hearing the voice, Xiao Haoxun looked up at Lin Lang and, with a slightly childish voice, called out, "Aba Ji!"

Lin Lang bent down and squatted beside the go-kart, carefully fastening the seatbelt for Xiao Haoxun. When his fingertips touched the little guy's warm belly, it made him giggle twice.

Just moments ago, the little one's tear stains were still on his cheeks, but now his eyes were curved in a smile, just like a peach blossom with dew on its petals.

Sun Yizhen stood to the side, watching Lin Lang interact with his son, a signature sweet smile on her face.

"Hold on tight, son, the go-karts are about to go!" Lin Lang pinched Xiao Haoxun's chubby little face, then gently pressed his fingertip on the go-kart's start button.

"Vroom—" The go-kart emitted a soft engine sound, without any harsh roar, just the right volume for Xiao Haoxun.

The little guy's eyes lit up instantly, like two black grapes that had been lit up.

His little hands, which had been gripping the steering wheel, tightened suddenly. He sat up straight instinctively, his mouth opened into a small "O" shape, and he exclaimed "Ya!" with excitement and curiosity.

Lin Lang silently channeled his superpowers, an invisible force enveloping the go-kart, slowly maneuvering it forward.

Go-karts move at a snail's pace, just the right speed for little ones to experience the joy of movement, while remaining absolutely safe.

The go-kart carrying Xiao Haoxun slowly circled along the stone path in the back garden.

As they passed the rose trellis, the fragrant breeze brushed against their cheeks. Little Haoxun couldn't help but raise his head, sniff the air, and mumble something under his breath.

His short legs were kicking happily on the seat, as if he was cheering himself on.

Xiao Haoxun, who was riding a go-kart for the first time, was not scared at all. Instead, he laughed very happily, nodding his head and patting the steering wheel with his little hands, as if he was cheering for his "driving" skills.

He would turn his head to look at his mother chasing beside him, then stare at the flower bushes ahead. His bright black eyes were filled with curiosity, and the smile on his lips never faded, even revealing his dimples.

Sun Yizhen followed behind the go-kart, watching her son's excited gesturing and her face full of gentle smiles. She couldn't help but praise him, "Your Majesty is so amazing! You can make the go-kart move slowly by itself. Your son is overjoyed."

Lin Lang's gaze followed Xiao Haoxun's figure, his tone full of doting: "It's all to coax this brat. Look how much he likes riding go-karts. He was crying so hard just now, but now he's so happy."

“Indeed,” Son Ye-jeong smiled and reached out to gently hold the edge of the go-kart, as if afraid that her son was not sitting securely enough. “Your Majesty is so good at making your son so happy.”

As they were talking, the go-kart slowly turned another corner and headed towards the fountain not far away.

When Xiao Haoxun saw the little fish swimming in the pool, his eyes lit up even more. He stretched out his chubby little hands to try to catch them, shouting "Wah-wah-" and so excited that he almost leaned off his seat.

Lin Lang quickly used his mind to stabilize the car and said with a helpless smile, "This little guy is really full of energy."

Sun Yizhen smiled along with him, never daring to stop, always staying close by his side, her eyes fixed on her son, filled with boundless love.

In the back garden of the Lin residence, the gentle engine sounds of go-karts, Xiao Haoxun's cheerful shouts, and the sweet conversation between Lin Lang and Sun Yizhen intertwined to create a warm and lively scene.

Seeing her daughter and her family of three enjoying a happy time together, Sun's mother smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, Lin Lang's cell phone vibrated.

The caller ID showed Yang Mi.

Lin Lang was a little confused when he saw the caller ID on his phone. It was from a timeline that had transported him to November 2005, and he didn't know what kind of connection he had with Yang Mi.

"Ding! System notification: Yang Mi has now signed with Wheatfield Music and Film Company and has begun to make a name for herself in the film and television industry for her role as Guo Xiang in The Return of the Condor Heroes."

"Yang Mi's first music album, 'I Want to Possess You,' has ten songs, all of which were written and composed by the host. The reason why the host is so supportive of Yang Mi is very simple: the host is currently in a relationship with Yang Mi and they have already had physical intimacy."

"Uh..." Lin Lang was a little surprised that Yang Mi had become his woman at the age of 19.

"Your Majesty, your phone is ringing!" Son Ye-jeong gently reminded him.

"Oh," Lin Lang walked to the pavilion not far away, answered the phone, and tentatively said "hello."

Yang Mi's coquettish voice came through the receiver: "Honey, congratulations on your novel 'Prosperity' winning the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Only a talented Shanghai writer like you could write such a wonderful Shanghai story."

Lin Lang never expected that in the 2005 timeline, he would win an award for plagiarism again.

After he finished reading, Lin Lang chuckled and joked, "Stop flattering me, what do you want from me?"

"Honey, I miss you! I don't have any work this afternoon, can you spend some time with me?" Yang Mi's voice was sweet and affectionate.

Lin Lang felt a stirring in his heart as soon as he heard Yang Mi's voice, and replied, "Okay, where shall we meet?"

Yang Mi replied excitedly during the call, "Of course, the usual place!"

The system notification reads: "The 'old place' that Yang Mi mentioned is a luxury mansion that the host purchased in Tomson Riviera, which is also the residence where Yang Mi, his mistress, is kept."

After reading it aloud, Lin Lang replied, "Okay, I'll be there in a bit. You take a shower, put on black stockings, and wait for me in bed."

"Mmm, mwah!" Yang Mi blew a kiss from afar and then hung up the phone.

"Yay! That's great! My husband has time to spend with me today!" Yang Mi couldn't hide her joy and spun around in the bedroom.

Yang Mi was wearing a plaid pleated mini skirt and a white knitted top. Her bust was impressive, and the fitted design accentuated her slender waist. Her legs were straight and long, and she wore a pair of fluffy white slippers.

At this time, Yang Mi still had a touch of youthful naiveté, with bangs, a ponytail, a small and upturned nose, and a naturally charming smile.

She was already a beauty in the making, but her eyes were full of innocence and naivety, like a freshly ripened peach, sweet and pure.

Yang Mi skipped over to the dressing table and sat down. In the mirror, her eyes were slightly upturned, and her pupils were as bright as if they were filled with starlight. With each blink, she was full of undisguised anticipation.

She picked up the lipstick with her fingertips, pursed her lips in front of the mirror, chose a light pink one, and carefully applied it along her lip line, her touch-up movements were particularly meticulous—this was the lipstick shade that Lin Lang had said best suited her complexion.

After applying lipstick, Yang Mi blinked at herself in the mirror and rubbed her soft cheeks.

Remembering Lin Lang saying he liked her sweet smile, she deliberately curved the corners of her mouth in front of the mirror. Looking at her beautiful reflection, she couldn't help but chuckle.

A faint blush rose on her cheeks, like peach blossoms touched by a spring breeze, their youthful innocence tinged with an irresistible radiance.

At this moment, Yang Mi personified the image of a young girl's first love.

She reached out and brushed her bangs aside, her eyes filled with the innocent and adorable look unique to female college students.

Then, Yang Mi stood up and looked in the mirror. She bent down and tugged at the hem of her pleated skirt to make sure every pleat was neat and pretty. Her fingertips brushed against the pearl buttons on her cardigan. She felt sweet inside, her mind filled with images of Lin Lang coming.

"I want to possess you, possess your beauty, possess everything about you, and there's nothing wrong with that..." Yang Mi hummed the title track of her new album, "I Want to Possess You," in front of the mirror, her voice soft and slightly coquettish.

She picked up the perfume, sprayed it into the air, and then twirled gracefully in place, letting the perfume spray fall on her.

The anticipation in her eyes was almost overflowing, like a child longing for an adult to come home, yet also carrying the unique shyness and excitement of a young girl.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Mi leaned closer to the mirror to check her makeup again, making sure that she hadn't applied the lipstick incorrectly or messed up her hair. Only then did she nod in satisfaction, turn around excitedly, walk to the bedside, and obediently change into the black stockings that Lin Lang liked.

The stockings encased her straight legs, making her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.

Yang Mi looked down at her beautiful legs clad in black stockings, her cheeks flushing even more. She clasped her hands together in front of her, eagerly awaiting the familiar knock on the door.

Throughout this eagerly anticipated process, Yang Mi never missed a smile.

Her eyes sparkled like they held stars, and every little movement revealed her undisguised joy. She was both innocent and radiant, pure and touching, exactly the most beautiful image of a young girl falling in love.

"Ding-dong-"

As soon as the doorbell rang, Yang Mi sprang up from the bedside like a cannonball with its accelerator pressed. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, moved with light steps, her skirt fluttering gently as she ran.

At this moment, Yang Mi was filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing Lin Lang, and even his footsteps carried an undisguised joy.

"Coming, coming!" she replied cheerfully. Her fingertips had just touched the doorknob when she couldn't help but take a deep breath, quickly licked the light pink lipstick from the corner of her lips, and then flung the door open.

"Dang-dang-dang--"

The moment the door opened, a bouquet of fiery red roses came into view, as vibrant as a burning flame.

Lin Lang stood outside the door, tall and straight, holding a bouquet of red roses that symbolized passionate love. The petals were still covered with glistening water droplets, which made his features appear even more gentle.

"Husband!" Yang Mi's voice was as sweet as honey, her eyes curved into crescents, and she reached out to take the roses without hesitation.

She first buried her face in the flowers, took a deep breath of the rich floral fragrance, the sweet scent of roses lingering around her nose, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Mi casually placed the bouquet on the entryway cabinet, and then grabbed Lin Lang's hand, the warmth from his fingertips warming her heart.

With a gentle pull, she led Lin Lang into the house and then closed the door with a click.

The next second, she threw herself into Lin Lang's arms without any hesitation, her soft body pressed tightly against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck like vines.

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

Yang Mi's voice was slightly aggrieved, yet full of dependence and longing. She gently rubbed her cheek against Lin Lang's shirt, feeling his steady heartbeat.

Lin Lang tightened his arms and embraced the soft, cloud-like body.

The faint scent of Yang Mi's perfume lingered around his nose, mixed with the sweet fragrance unique to young girls, causing Lin Lang to feel a strange flutter in his heart.

In his previous life, Yang Mi was a superstar that Lin Lang could only look up to on the television screen, dazzling and untouchable.

But in this life, the 19-year-old rising star in front of him, with his youthful eyes and pure smile, is relying on Lin Lang without reservation and has become his bedmate.

This feeling of fulfilling a dream across time and space made Lin Lang tighten his arms around her. He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Yang Mi's soft hair, his voice deep and affectionate: "I missed you too, my darling."

"Honey, how did you get here so quickly?"

Yang Mi snuggled even tighter into Lin Lang's arms, tilting her head slightly to look at Lin Lang's handsome face. Her little hands nervously clutched the hem of his clothes, like a kitten that had found its harbor, filled with a sense of security and joy.