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

Yu Nanqing is a light sleeper. She woke up groggily when she sensed the movement. She twisted her body, trying to break free from the sticky embrace.

However, Shen Mochen didn't give her that chance. He kept kissing her a few more times, and only after she slapped him in anger did his lips leave her face.

Feeling incredibly sleepy, Yu Nanqing, seeing that there were no more distractions, struggled to open her eyes, then slowly closed them again, turned over, and fell asleep once more.

Shen Mochen rested his head on his hand and watched her quietly, his eyes full of joy and pleasure. When she stopped moving, he raised his hand and played with her hair for a while. Then he leaned forward, gently nuzzled her shoulder, and smelled her fragrance.

Hearing her murmur, Shen Mochen's hand froze for a moment. Noticing that she was about to push him away again, he immediately stopped what he was doing, kissed her cheek, and whispered seductively, "Be good, I won't bother you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in his arms stopped moving, and the tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed as he let himself be held tightly by Shen Mochen.

Yu Nanqing slept all afternoon and didn't wake up until it was time for a late-night snack. She sat up groggily and glanced around the room. It was shrouded in darkness, and she couldn't see anything except for the fluorescent ornaments on the bedside table.

Yu Nanqing's eyebrows twitched slightly. The familiar environment and familiar feeling made her heart skip a beat. Before she was fully conscious, she took a step and hurriedly got out of bed and walked towards the door.

She looked around blankly, the empty living room gradually intensifying her unease, and her eyes slowly turned red.

Shen Mochen, who was on the phone on the balcony, turned around when he heard the noise. When he saw his beautiful wife, his eyebrows instantly lit up. He quickly said a few words to her and then hung up the phone.

He hugged her from behind, his desire to be close to his wife so strong that he forgot he had just come in from the balcony and was still carrying the chill. Only when he noticed the person in his arms shiver did he subconsciously try to back away.

But as soon as he took a step, the person in his arms turned around, hugged his waist tightly, and buried their head in his chest and rubbed against him.

Shen Mochen paused, his heart trembling slightly, a nameless ripple stirring within him, and a flicker of unreadable emotion crossed his gentle eyes.

A moment later he raised his hand, placed it on her head, and gently rubbed it. "Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?"

Yu Nanqing tilted her head, revealing her face, shook her head, and then nodded.

She remembered having a lot of dreams, but she couldn't remember what they were about. In any case, when she woke up, her heart was filled with unease, a tight, aching feeling.

"I can't remember what I dreamed about, but when I wake up and can't see you, I feel terribly sad," Yu Nanqing said softly, her pitiful tone evoking sympathy.

Hearing this, Shen Mochen, who was already happy because of her dependence, felt an inexplicable sense of fulfillment. He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned down and kissed her head, "I will always be by your side, my sweetie."

After a moment, he added, "As long as you behave and don't think about leaving me."

Yu Nanqing nodded gently, and involuntarily tiptoed to kiss Shen Mochen's lips, "No, I won't want to leave you."

She was already completely imprinted with his mark.

Having not eaten for almost a day and having done so much physical labor, Yu Nanqing was starving.

The discomfort in her heart dissipated because of Shen Mochen's vow, and only then did the stomach pain slowly become apparent.

Yu Nanqing curled up on the sofa, eating bread to relieve the pain in her stomach, her eyes fixed on Shen Mochen, who was busy in the kitchen.

The other person was wearing a black sweater with an apron tied around their neck, and the sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, revealing well-defined, sexually stimulating arms.

Qiuqiu, who hadn't eaten dinner yet, sat upright in front of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the bread in her hand, wagging her tail and drooling with desire.

After lying down for a while until her legs went numb, Yu Nanqing moved slightly, stuffed the last piece of bread into Qiuqiu's mouth, and then sat up on the sofa, trying to relieve the dense, tingling pain in her feet.

But this feeling was so unbearable; a piercing numbness coursed through my entire body, and I shuddered as soon as my feet touched the ground.

Left with no other choice, she could only twist her body and roll around on the sofa with a ferocious expression.

When Shen Mochen finished cooking, her feet were still numb. She could only watch helplessly as he took off his apron, came out of the kitchen, lifted her from the sofa to a high stool, and bent down to massage the soles of her feet.

Shen Mochen was experienced, so after massaging her feet for a short while, the discomfort gradually subsided.

Yu Nanqing leaned lazily against him, her fingers gently pinching the plush toy leg attached to the front of his sweater. Finally, the torment was over, and her eyes and brows brightened up a bit.

"I'm sorry, honey. Next time I'll definitely stop so you can have something to eat along the way." Shen Mochen gently rubbed her stomach, his eyes filled with regret.

He must have been so desperate that he disregarded his wife's health. Yu Nanqing already had a weak stomach, and he still let her go without food for a whole day.

Yu Nanqing felt comfortable from his massage and leaned back in the high chair, drinking the honey water he had prepared.

After drinking a glass of honey water, she finally recovered. Her body regained strength, and she felt more energetic. She kicked Shen Mochen's thigh and curled her lips slightly, "Who told you to act like an old witch who hasn't been around for hundreds of years?"

Once it starts, it never stops, it never ends.

He forgot about love, and became ruthless...

Yu Nanqing's mind was racing, and the more she thought about it, the more her face turned red. She even pushed away Shen Mochen's hand, which was trying to reach out to check her temperature.

When she came to her senses, she looked up in surprise and, as expected, met Shen Mochen's deep and unfathomable black eyes.

"I...I didn't mean to push you away." She said timidly, taking his hand in a conciliatory manner and slowly interlocking her fingers with his.

Seeing that Shen Mochen didn't struggle, she felt more at ease and moved closer to him again, "Let's go eat."

"Hmm." Shen Mochen looked down at her, his gaze falling on her expression. He moved his lips, finally unable to bear neglecting her, and gave a soft reply. Then he bent down and personally helped her put on her shoes.

Shen Mochen cooked several dishes, each of which was one of her favorites.

Yu Nanqing had never paid attention to these things before, and was only thinking about going against him. Now, after observing carefully, she realized that Shen Mochen seemed to know her very well, knew her preferences, and knew almost everything about her.

Yu Nanqing raised her eyes, casually opened her mouth and bit into the shrimp that Shen Mochen fed her. After chewing and swallowing, she finally spoke, "Shen Mochen, what do you like to eat?"

Shen Mochen continued peeling shrimp, and as soon as he finished one, he immediately stuffed it into her mouth. Meeting her sticky gaze, his heart was burning, and the flirtatious words almost slipped out of his mouth, "I like eating my wife."