Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

"Honey, I can't live without you and the baby. Be good and don't be sad anymore. It hurts me to death to see you crying like this!"

Lin Lang gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Han Zaiyin's eyes with his fingertips, and suddenly lowered his head to place a kiss on her trembling eyelashes, his voice as low as crushed moonlight.

Han Zaiyin found some sense of security in Lin Lang's arms, and coveted his warm embrace. She said aggrievedly: "Husband, say you love me!"

Lin Lang lowered his head slightly, bit Han Zaiyin's soft earlobe, and said affectionately: "Baby, I love you!"

Han Zaiyin pouted slightly and snorted, "No, I want you to say you love me ten times!"

Helpless, Lin Lang could only say gently and lovingly ten times: "I love you, Han Zaiyin!"

At the end, he said it a few more times as an extra expression of love.

After hearing this, Han Zaiyin said, "That's better." There was finally a hint of a smile on her face.

The fact that Lin Lang was able to coax Han Zaiyin so easily was supported by the underlying logic of society: in the upper class, women are as obedient and docile as cats.

In the lower classes women bared their teeth like dogs.

The so-called emotional value is determined by social status and economic value.

Lin Lang lightly held Han Zaiyin's chin with his fingertips and stroked her flushed cheeks with his fingertips. At the moment when her eyelashes trembled, he leaned over and kissed her little mouth which was pouting because of the remaining breath.

This kiss was filled with a bit of cautious soothing. Lin Lang gently brushed across the corners of Han Zaiyin's tightly pursed lips, and like a butterfly flapping its wings, swept across her lips that were trembling slightly due to sobbing.

At the same time, this kiss, mixed with the saltiness of Han Zaiyin's tears, created a complex taste between Lin Lang's lips and teeth.

Han Zaiyin was startled at first, the familiar scent of Lin Lang and the faint smell of tobacco lingering in her nose. Her fingertips subconsciously clenched the hem of his shirt, and she passively allowed Lin Lang to kiss her.

Lin Lang's gentle and affectionate kiss gradually made Han Zaiyin temporarily let go of her worries, and she began to kiss Lin Lang back passionately.

Feeling Han Zaiyin's response, Lin Lang deepened the kiss, pressing his palm on the back of her neck and gently pulling her forward, as if he wanted to put all his guilt into this hug.

Han Zaiyin's hands, which were originally against Lin Lang's chest, slowly raised from a defensive and resistant posture and hooked around Lin Lang's neck, and began to kiss Lin Lang back passionately, even with a bit of punitive force.

Han Zaiyin thought of the tenderness in Lin Lang's eyes just now, and the lies wrapped in his sweet words, but the passion between their lips at this moment was so real that the rationality in her mind was gradually drowned by the tingling numbness like a tide.

Lin Lang sensed Han Zaiyin's emotional change and took the opportunity to pull her closer to him, letting her fit more closely against his chest.

Han Zaiyin let out a vague whimper, and her nose was filled with Lin Lang's scent. They kissed passionately, and even their breathing became a rhythm they shared.

Han Jae-in responded to the kiss that almost crushed her like a moth to a flame.

They say women are made of water, and it’s true.

Lin Lang used a passionate and lingering kiss, which made Han Zaiyin lose her temper. She finally softened completely in Lin Lang's arms, with broken nasal sounds coming out of her nose, and she responded to Lin Lang's kiss more actively as if surrendering.

At this moment, they were inseparable.

The only sounds in the room were the television's electric current and overlapping breathing.

Han Zaiyin felt like she was floating in warm water. All her grievances slowly melted away in the warmth of Lin Lang's palm, leaving only the sweetness exploding at the nerve endings in Han Zaiyin's mouth.

She didn't want to be a woman crying in the middle of the night, and no longer thought about whose cheek Lin Lang's fingertips had touched.

At this moment, Lin Lang's breath was so hot, and the affection that held her tightly in his arms was so real that Han Zaiyong felt safe again.

Only when Han Zaiyin, who was kissed to the point of having difficulty breathing, whimpered like a kitten did Lin Lang slowly end the kiss. He panted against Han Zaiyin's forehead and looked at her wet lips.

Han Zaiyin's eyes turned red from the kiss, and she pursed her lips and muttered, "Humph, you scumbag and liar..."

Lin Lang chuckled and laid her down on the bed. He leaned over her and nibbled her earlobe, saying softly, "Then I, a big liar, will make you laugh tonight."

"A liar's tricks to coax people...are just this much?" Han Jae-in's reproachful murmur lost its force.

"Baby, this time... I'm not going to lie to you until dawn, but to coax you for a lifetime." Lin Lang placed small kisses on Han Zaiyin's neck.

The flickering light from the TV passed over Han Zaiyin's slightly opened eyelashes, reflecting the dark tide surging in her eyes. She cursed vaguely, "Then you, a scumbag and a big liar, you'd better make me never wake up again."

"Wife, we have long been a community of shared destiny with our souls bound together. Don't worry about gains and losses anymore. We will never break up." Lin Lang's fingers gently stroked Han Zaiyin's cheek, his movements gentle yet a little teasing.

Han Zaiyin felt warm in her heart and her cheeks turned red after hearing this, "Hubby, I really love you!"

"Baby, I love you too. As long as you don't get jealous with other women and keep a calm mind, I will protect you and the baby for the rest of your life and I will never break my promise."

"Hubby, I hope that my gradual concessions can win your true heart." Han Zaiyin hugged Lin Lang emotionally and gave him a tearful kiss, as if she wanted to drown all her uneasiness in this deep kiss.

Han Zaiyin's sincere words made Lin Lang feel distressed. He kissed Han Zaiyin gently, and this time the kiss seemed more passionate and eager.

The temperature in the room gradually rose, and the light from the TV flickered on the wall, as if adding color to the ambiguous atmosphere.

Han Zaiyin slowly closed her misty eyes and immersed herself in the atmosphere of surging love. With Lin Lang's gentle comfort, the grievances and uneasiness in her heart had long since dissipated.

She knew that Lin Lang belonged to more than just her.

And she only belongs to Lin Lang in this life, because her love for Lin Lang is already deep in her bones.

The next morning, the sunlight after the rain penetrated the gauze curtains like golden threads, weaving a gentle halo in the bedroom.

Tiny spots of light fell on Han Zaiyin's sleeping face, casting a layer of beautiful and glowing golden halo.

Her long eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, her slightly open lips were pale pink with the marks of last night's kiss, and her whole body was like honey kneaded into the morning light, exuding a lazy and sweet breath.

Han Zaiyin woke up slowly in the warmth, and her fingertips subconsciously reached for the pillow, wanting to hug Lin Lang who was sleeping beside her, but she only grabbed a bunch of cold sheets.

Han Zaiyin suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of panic appeared in her misty eyes. When she propped herself up, her suspender pajamas slipped off half of her shoulder, revealing her snow-white shoulder line.

"Hmph, where did Lin Lang go?" Han Zaiyin pouted in grievance, her pink lips pursed into a small hook in anger.

"husband?"

"Where is your husband?" Han Zaiyin jumped out of bed barefoot and ran into the bathroom in the bedroom, but did not see Lin Lang.

"Lin Lang, you bad guy... You don't recognize me after you put on your pants. You must have run off to find another vixen... You big liar!" Han Zaiyin returned to the bed angrily, hugged the pillow and pounded the bed, his hair ends as messy as the fur of a small animal.

"Damn it, after sleeping with me, he just left without even saying hello."

"Lin Lang, you are such a philandering scumbag, you are so abominable..."

Before Han Zaiyin finished speaking, the bedroom door opened with a click, and Lin Lang walked into the bedroom with a tray and a smiling face. The loving breakfast on the tray was steaming.

"Wife, are you awake?" Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and chuckled. The morning light cast a golden foil on his handsome profile.

The fried eggs on the tray are arranged in the shape of a heart, and there are French chanson orange crepes, cheese waterfall beef omelettes, French caramel cinnamon apple sandwiches, tomato cheese sandwiches, bacon vegetable rolls, fried asparagus, nutty strawberry yogurt bowls and hot milk.

Seeing that Lin Lang didn't leave, Han Zaiyin's morning mood disappeared without a trace. She squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Wow, husband, the loving breakfast you made for me is so rich!"

Lin Lang placed the tray steadily on the bedside table, flicked her upturned nose with his finger, and said with a smile: "I just seemed to hear someone calling me a scumbag as soon as he got up."

"Hehe...husband, you must have been hallucinating. Anyway, I didn't say anything." Han Zaiyin smiled playfully and kissed Lin Lang on the cheek.

Lin Lang picked up the spoon and fed Han Zaiyin a mouthful of nut strawberry yogurt, and said gently: "Baby, you cried so much last night that you were short of oxygen. You should replenish some sugar this morning."

"Hmph, it's you who made me cry." The sweet taste made Han Zaiyin happy.

"I promise, I will never make my dear wife cry again next time." Lin Lang picked up a piece of French chanson orange crepe and fed it to Han Zaiyin with a smile.

Han Zaiyin ate the loving breakfast while looking at Lin Lang with eyes full of love, and muttered vaguely: "I thought you were leaving without saying hello."

Lin Lang said gently: "After I woke up, I saw that you were sleeping like a pig, so I didn't want to wake you up, so I quietly went downstairs to make breakfast for you."

"Humph, now you are acting like a husband and a father. The baby needs nutrition."

Lin Lang placed a cherishing kiss on Han Zaiyin's forehead and said lovingly, "Wife, this is my first time being a father too. You have to give me some time to learn how to be a good husband and father."

Han Zaiyin gently stroked her pregnant belly and said with a sweet smile: "As long as you come to my place frequently and spend more time with me and the baby, you will be a good husband and a good father."

"Yes, my dear wife." Lin Lang picked up the cheese waterfall beef omelet and fed it to Han Zaiyin lovingly.

With Lin Lang's company and eating a delicious loving breakfast, Han Zaiyin was as happy as a child.

She is really simple, beautiful and cute.

The sparrows outside the window fluttered across the windowsill, shattering the spots of light into dancing stars. The chirping of birds made this morning especially beautiful.

Han Jae-in's sweet laughter mixed with the sound of cutlery was kneaded into a ball of sweet mist by the morning light. The hot steam of the milk in the glass hovered between the two people's overlapping eyelashes, steaming last night's tear marks into honey.

After breakfast, Lin Lang asked, "Baby, where do you want to go today? Your husband will quit his work and accompany you."

Han Zaiyin pouted awkwardly and replied, "Honey, I also want you to play with me for a day, but I have an event for the opening of a personal exhibition today and I can't turn it down. After I finish the opening of the exhibition, can you spare another day to play with me?"

Lin Lang replied readily: "Okay, then I'll wait for your arrangements."

Han Zaiyin shook Lin Lang's arm and said coquettishly, "Honey, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first, and then you can drive me to the gallery, okay?"

"Okay." Lin Lang had no resistance to Han Zaiyin's coquettishness.