President, please comfort me.

His palm slid forward and tightly embraced her slender waist. In an instant, their bodies were pressed tightly together, their breaths mingling as they whispered sweet nothings.

A lazy yet magnetic voice drifted from behind Wen Qi's ear: "Awake?"

"Mmm." Wen Qi nodded gently. Her silky hair cascaded down the white pillow like a waterfall as she moved her head, exuding a faint, alluring fragrance.

A few mischievous strands of hair, seemingly unwilling to stay obediently on the pillow, quietly climbed up Xiao He's cheeks, gently caressing him as if deliberately teasing him, causing a ticklish feeling in Xiao He's heart.

Xiao He's slightly hoarse voice rang out: "Are you hungry?"

"It's alright," Wen Qi replied softly. Before she could finish speaking, Xiao He, like a nimble cheetah, swiftly flipped over and instantly wrapped himself tightly around her.

He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Wen Qi's ear with his long, slender fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Wife, I'm hungry."

Wen Qi tilted her head slightly, raised her clear, watery eyes to look at him, a hint of doubt in her gaze: "Hmm?"

At this moment, Xiao He's deep, pool-like eyes were brimming with a surging tide of emotions, as if they were about to swallow Wen Qi whole.

That intense, unyielding affection seemed even deeper than the boundless, pitch-black night outside the window.

Then, he slowly leaned down and gently touched Wen Qi's crimson lips with his own, first giving them a light peck like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then slowly savoring the sweetness.

Wen Qi showed no resistance whatsoever; on the contrary, she harbored a faint sense of anticipation.

She tilted her beautiful face slightly upwards, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, thick and curled, making her look exceptionally charming.

Those beautiful eyes were now filled with a hazy, dreamlike look, as if veiled by a thin layer of mist, making them difficult to see clearly yet irresistibly inviting one to explore them.

His breathing became increasingly erratic...

Hormones permeated the dimly lit and quiet room...unrestrained.

A warm breath enveloped Wen Qi's ear as Xiao He parted his thin lips and asked tenderly, "Baby, are you willing?"

Wen Qi's delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, as if she had a thousand words to say but hesitated to speak.

She bit her lower lip tightly, gazing at the man who had captured her heart with a mixture of shyness and longing.

After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out a barely audible response: "Mmm."

That single word struck Xiao He like a thunderbolt, making his breathing become incredibly rapid in an instant.

……

The surging desires within me were like a flood bursting its banks, impossible to suppress any longer.

His slender fingers gently rested on the buttons of Wen Qi's pajamas, his fingertips slowly sliding down the collar.

From top to bottom, the delicate buttons were easily undone, as if by magic.

As the last button came undone, Wenqi's snow-white skin was gradually revealed, appearing even more alluring and intoxicating against the dim night sky.

Xiao He's hand did not stop there, but continued downwards... finally stopping at that slender waist that could be grasped in one hand.

With just a little force applied, Wen Qi felt a chill run down her spine, and her cotton-like body trembled violently.

Instinctively, she quickly raised her hands and hugged the man's strong neck tightly, pressing her body closer to him as if trying to draw more warmth to ward off the sudden chill.

“Baby, I want to see you,” Xiao coaxed gently.

"No, you're not allowed to turn on the light." Wen Qi's voice was as gentle as water, with a slight tremor.

"Okay, okay, I won't open it."

……

No matter how much he coaxed and pleaded, Wen Qi remained clenched her teeth and refused to give in.

Her sobbing continued unabated, and her body curled up tightly like a frightened rabbit, giving him no chance whatsoever.

Xiao He was at a loss, dejectedly lying on the soft pillow, and said helplessly in a deep voice, "Baby, you're going to kill me!"

Wen Qi was also feeling terrible. She felt like she was struggling to move forward in an endless desert, with a fire burning in her throat, and every step required tremendous effort.

She desperately longed to find a cool spring to nourish her parched body and soul.

Like a child who had done something wrong, she turned to look at Xiao He, who was still lying face down, and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I was scared."

"Goo..." A playful sound broke the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Xiao calmed down a bit and felt much better. Hearing the gurgling sounds coming from Wen Qi's stomach, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and pressed her into his arms.

Then, he slowly lowered his head and gently kissed Wen Qi's smooth forehead: "It's okay, silly girl, why are you apologizing?"

Before Wen Qi could respond, he leaned closer to her again, pressed his lips to her pink ear, and whispered, "Next time we'll be well prepared, so we won't be afraid."

Wen Qi pursed her lips, her body still seemingly carrying his unique scent. She recalled the scene from just now, and her face flushed again.

She forced herself to remain calm, nodded solemnly, and replied, "Mm."

Xiao He smiled with satisfaction and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm, my stomach is growling."

"Shall we pack up and go out for dinner?"

"it is good."

Half an hour later, Xiao He took Wen Qi to Xiamen's iconic Twin Towers.

Strolling through the sky restaurant on the 66th floor, you'll find yourself in a sea of ​​flowers, with colorful and diverse blooms decorating the entire space like a dream.

However, the fragrance of these flowers is just right, neither too strong nor pungent, yet refreshing and pleasant.

Wenqi was in an exceptionally good mood, and her appetite increased accordingly. She enjoyed the delicious Western food with great relish.

It was already 10 p.m. when the two got home. Xiao and Wen Qi were cuddling together, and they lay comfortably on the small bed.

He had somehow acquired two thick photo albums in his hands, and he was engrossed in flipping through them with great interest.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, Xiao He pointed to one of the photos of Wen Qi when she was ten years old and said with a half-smile, "Baby, you were so chubby when you were little!"

From the moment he opened this photo album, the corners of his lips had been turned up in a smile, and now, seeing this chubby photo, he couldn't stop smiling.