You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Shen Mochen keenly sensed her unusual mood, put his hand around her waist, pulled her back into his arms, and nuzzled her cheek gently. "My sweetie, still don't want to sleep?"

The warm breath brushed against her ear, and Yu Nanqing's heart skipped a beat. She closed her eyes and didn't say anything; she would never admit her little secret.

If Shen Mochen finds out, he'll take advantage of her and tease her about it all the time, then try to exploit her.

She couldn't stand it.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, allowing Shen Mochen to clearly see Jiaojiao's trembling ears in his arms.

He mentally reviewed everything that had happened since he entered the room. Apart from teasing her during the meal and eating the food that was being held to her lips, there seemed to be nothing he had done that would have angered her.

His eyebrows twitched slightly. He felt that Yu Xiaoqing, who had suddenly become sensible, was like a stoic, holding back everything and not telling him anything, which prevented him from caring for her and comforting her anytime and anywhere.

This feeling was even worse than when Yu Xiaoqing vented her anger on him; it was suffocating, bitter, and distressing.

But the thing to do right now is to please the wife in my arms and get her forgiveness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't deserve to lie on the soft bed, holding his delicate wife and having a sweet dream.

Having nightmares is also not good, because it will wake him up and disturb his wife, making him seem even more like a useless lump of meat that only causes trouble.

He was a man of action, so he immediately got up in the dark, ready to try his luck and go downstairs to the cake shop that was still open to buy his sweetheart her favorite little cake to please her.

Yu Nanqing put on her coat, grabbed her keys, and was about to leave when, adhering to the principle of pretending to be asleep and clearing her mind of all distractions, she walked out of her room in her fluffy slippers with a blank expression.

Her hair was disheveled, and she stared blankly at him. Because she wasn't wearing a coat, she was shivering from the cold air as soon as she came out.

Shen Mochen paused, stopping his actions of putting on his shoes. He strode over and carried her back to the air-conditioned room. "Why did you come out here, sweetie?"

Yu Nanqing frowned, clearly not in a good mood. She stood on the bed with her hands on her hips, looking down at him. "I should be asking you what you were doing out there without saying a word, dressed so nicely."

Her words were somewhat sharp; she was genuinely angered by his quiet departure. She had been in a state of confusion on the bed for a while, thinking that Shen Mochen was upset because she hadn't paid attention to him, and that's why he was planning to leave home in the middle of the night.

He doesn't seem angry now, which is why I dared to yell at him a couple of times.

Shen Mochen was stunned for two seconds, staring at her face intently, feeling inexplicably like he was being lectured by his wife.

The novelty was so great that he was stunned for a while.

In the past, whenever the two of them argued, sulked, or had a cold war, he would almost always leave without saying a word.

He either goes to He Jing's club to drink alone or drives aimlessly on the highway outside Shuijun Bay.

However, Yu Nanqing never cared where he went. At that time, she was always indifferent to him, as if she would not have any emotional fluctuations even if he died outside.

Every time he finished venting his emotions and returned home with a bunch of gifts to please her, she would either lie on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened, or she would be sound asleep, wrapped in a blanket.

He's changed, and he's only just realized it.

Perhaps she had already changed after returning from Jiangcheng, but he was too slow to notice until now.

After a long silence, he took two steps closer, reached out and hugged the person, his heart filled with an indescribable mix of emotions, like heartache, self-reproach, and an intensely possessive desire.

"I sensed my wife was unhappy, so I wanted to go out and buy some small cakes," he replied softly, understanding what she needed most right now.

It's about a sense of security.

Like him, she could only rely on each other and place her emotions in each other's arms.

As long as no other people with whom she has a deep emotional connection appear in her life in the future.

Yu Nanqing was stunned for a moment. After hesitating for two seconds, she looked up at him and asked, "So you thought I was angry and wanted to go out and buy a small cake to coax me?"

"Mm," Shen Mochen replied. "I can't stand you ignoring me; it breaks my heart."

Yu Nanqing's expression stiffened slightly, her thoughts swirling. She suddenly realized that she had gone too far. She had asked him not to give her the silent treatment, yet she had done it so brazenly.

Although she didn't know what Shen Mochen was thinking, she still took the initiative to admit her mistake, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ignored you. I wasn't angry, I just... I just..."

She couldn't continue her sentence halfway through; it was too difficult for her to admit that she wanted to have an emotional connection with him.

She wanted to cultivate a reserved and aloof persona.

I don't know how she developed into a wild, lustful, and crazy girl.

While she was ignoring Shen Mochen, just smelling his scent made her want to tear his clothes off and kiss him all over.

As she spoke, she slumped down, clutching the hem of his shirt, her head slowly resting against his chest, her voice barely audible, "I'm just angry that you've aroused my desire but won't help me extinguish it."

By the end, her lips stopped moving, and she spoke purely through her throat with her mouth closed.

It was indeed buzzing, almost inaudible.

But Shen Mochen's hearing was exceptionally good; he could hear her clearly without her having to repeat herself a second time.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her flushed cheeks. The feeling he had finally managed to suppress surged up again, and his Adam's apple bobbed, leaving him speechless.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was so charming in your eyes." Although he said sorry, there was no real remorse in his words.

It sounded more like a joke, making Yu Nanqing's face turn red again and again. Finally, he kicked him, which gradually cleared his murky and perverted eyes.

"I don't want to eat cakes in the middle of the night." She lowered her eyes and snorted softly, her fingertips tugging at the zipper of his coat, pulling it up and down. Hearing the zipper zipper creak, her previous gloomy mood improved a lot. She raised her chin and joked again, "Are you deliberately trying to make me gain weight so you'll dislike me and dump me?"

"I'll stay with you even if it kills me. Don't even mention if you get fat. Even if you turn into ashes, I won't mind." Shen Mochen stared at her, his eyes filled with a renewed sense of obsession.

A long-lost feeling washed over him, and Yu Nanqing inexplicably felt at ease.

Shen Mochen sensed an unease that even she herself hadn't noticed.

"Good girl, don't even think about getting rid of me, I'll cling to you until I die..." he threatened softly, leaning down to bite her red lips.

"No way, I'm still waiting for you to make a lot of money so I can live the life I used to live." Yu Nanqing's eyes were bright, and for the first time she looked him in the eye when he said this, which could be considered a tacit response to Xu Ruo.