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

"Shen Mochen?" The moment she was hugged, Yu Nanqing sensed something was wrong. She paused for a moment and tentatively asked.

But before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by Shen Mochen's kiss. He gently bit her lips, his slightly reddened eyes fixed on her. "Be good, call me brother."

Yu Nanqing thought he had been wronged at work and had already prepared words to comfort him. But when he suddenly said that, her eyebrows stiffened slightly, she was stunned for two seconds, and a blush slowly appeared on her cheeks.

She said that someone as shameless as Shen Mochen could not possibly be upset by being scolded by his boss.

He probably pretended to be pitiful on purpose to trick her into pleasing him.

Yu Nanqing slowly turned her head, deliberately avoiding looking into his star-studded eyes, and tried to change the subject, "Let's go have dinner, before it gets cold."

As she spoke, she reached out and tugged at his finger, but before she could even lift her foot, she was pulled into his arms again.

Her usual tricks seemed to have failed. Shen Mochen wasn't buying it. Instead, he held her waist tightly, unwilling to let go, as if he was determined to make her scream.

"Don't you love me anymore, my darling? You can't even fulfill such a small request." Shen Mochen asked, rubbing his head against her shoulder non-stop, his tone particularly aggrieved.

Yu Nanqing felt a tickle in her heart and couldn't bear his appearance. She reached out and touched his head, her lips slightly moving. Taking advantage of the noise Qiuqiu made to distract him, she lowered her voice and called out, "...Brother."

As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned visibly red, and a strange heat rose in her heart. The feeling of shame made her feel extremely anxious and tormented.

As expected, she still couldn't be as nonchalant and composed as before, nor could she affectedly call Shen Mochen "husband," "baby," or "brother"...

Having a purpose in mind feels very different from pure love.

She had a purpose; she felt her skin was thicker than a city wall, and no matter how cheesy her cries were, she couldn't feel anything.

Without any ulterior motives, driven solely by pure love, she was as innocent as a naive little girl, willing to risk her life just to call someone "brother."

It's not that I don't want to shout, it's that I feel it's too... against the rules. Just thinking about it makes me shudder, let alone actually shouting it out.

Even the slightest commotion was enough for Shen Mochen to catch it. He quickly looked away and turned to her, his eyes flickering slightly. He was about to speak to confirm that she had just called him "brother," but then he suddenly remembered something and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned down and pressed his lips to hers several times, then released her to let her catch her breath before speaking again, "Brother will cherish his little sister, for the rest of his life."

Although he spoke sincerely, the meaning behind his words... came out of someone's mouth and felt strange.

Shen Mochen looked like a little rascal.

Yu Nanqing stared at him suspiciously. Her heart, which had been pounding wildly because of his shout and the kiss, suddenly calmed down. She swallowed and couldn't help but ask, "Shen Mochen, have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Shen Mochen's slowly rising eyebrows froze in mid-air because of her question.

Just before he came in, he searched for a question on the internet, asking what the most reassuring thing for a woman is.

The sentence that got the most likes was the one he said to her when he showed her his most handsome profile.

But the obedient reply was not what he had imagined.

Logically, she should have been moved to tears, then hugged him back, perhaps even tiptoeing to kiss him, and whispering in his ear... "Brother, I'll take good care of you too!"

His thoughts paused, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at Yu Nanqing in his arms, who was staring at him as if he were a fool. After a long silence, he dodged her hand that reached out to check his forehead for temperature, and slowly opened his lips, "I'm not sick, and I haven't taken any medicine. I just want to give my darling a sense of security..."

Actually, that's not the case; the one who craves security the most is him.

God knows how excited he would be if he heard those words.

Yu Nanqing was taken aback, and she could hear a hint of fragility in his tone. Her throat tightened, and she suddenly realized that her words might have been a bit too harsh.

Shen Mochen is a broken puppy now, an unstable puppy pieced together from fragments, so he needs to be carefully protected at all times.

Otherwise, if it breaks again, it really won't be able to be put back together.

She pursed her lips, and as Shen Mochen let go and walked towards the kitchen, she suddenly grabbed him. Then, taking advantage of his momentary daze, she leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips on tiptoe. "Because you are by my side, I always feel very safe."

"Shen Mochen, I need you, I've always needed you."

Her eyes were bright, as if she loved him to death.

Shen Mochen was so engrossed in watching that his breathing suddenly quickened. He leaned down and bit her red lips, then kissed her endlessly.

Being needed is a great affirmation for a man, and Shen Mochen's inner emptiness was largely filled. He held her tightly and was reluctant to let go.

Yu Nanqing had nothing to do all day. After waking up from her afternoon nap, she drew for a while, then searched for cooking tutorials and tried to imitate the dishes in the videos. She worked hard all afternoon and managed to cook a meal.

She learned to cook home-style dishes, so she was quite successful.

Shredded potatoes and pork, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, and tomato and egg soup—it looks like only three dishes, but it still took her a lot of effort to prepare them, a full three hours.

Especially when slicing meat and potatoes, she felt like her fingers were going to break.

Shen Mochen looked at the dishes she had prepared, his eyes filled with admiration and happiness.

He praised her lavishly until Yu Nanqing felt embarrassed by his praise and told him to shut up, at which point he stopped.

The two dawdled, and by the time they finished eating, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Qiuqiu, who hadn't been walked all day, immediately spat out the bone in its mouth as soon as the two got up. It then happily picked up the leash, wagged its tail, circled around them, and after being petted, swayed its bottom contentedly and went to the door to wait.

In the past, walking it was Shen Mochen's job. Shen Mochen would usually take it for a walk after returning home in the evening.

Because he always came back very late, at that time, Qiuqiu was the only dog ​​in the entire community who went out, so the area in the community square designated for dog walking naturally became its exclusive domain.

Qiuqiu isn't a dog that's particularly fond of other dogs, so it's extremely content with its current situation. It doesn't feel frustrated at all because it can't fit into the circle of other dogs. On the contrary, it gets excited like crazy because it has the whole lawn to itself.

This was the first time Yu Nanqing had walked it since she transmigrated, so she was a little dumbfounded when she saw it running wildly on the lawn like a madman.

In the past, at Shuijun Bay, it was clearly overly reserved. Even when chasing butterflies, the number of its steps seemed to be deliberately calculated.