The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Su Qingyao's ears twitched, and her heart skipped a beat.

She forced herself to turn her head, meeting his face so close to hers, and deliberately raised her chin.

"What's wrong, Wenyu? You... can't do it?"

A low, suppressed laugh escaped Wen Yu's throat, as if he was laughing out of anger, or perhaps it was the prelude to a danger signal.

His fingers traced her burning cheeks, then moved downwards, gently hooking her slender, delicate neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Will it work...?"

His voice was seductive, and his fingertips finally stopped at her lips, lightly brushing against them.

"Baby, would you like to... try it yourself?"

Su Qingyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Perhaps it was a twist of fate, or maybe it was just that childish competitive spirit at play.

The moment his fingers brushed against her lips, she actually opened her mouth slightly and bit down.

Then, he loosened his teeth, forcing out the last bit of bravado, and spoke in a fierce but inwardly weak voice.

"Let's give it a try!"

Wen Yu froze.

That instantaneous warm, moist touch felt like an electric current shooting through my spine, straight to the top of my head, bringing an unprecedented, uncontrollable tingling sensation.

All reason and patience are screaming to break.

He tightened his grip, ready to pick up the audacious little prey that had walked right into his trap.

But Su Qingyao reacted even faster than him.

The moment he exerted force in his arm, she suddenly sprang up from his embrace.

So fast was it that it created a gust of wind, and in a flash, it darted into the restroom a few steps away.

"Click!"

The door was closed and locked in one smooth motion.

Wen Yu remained frozen in place, his arm still half-raised.

A few seconds later, he slowly straightened up, looked at the tightly closed frosted glass door, and let out a helpless chuckle.

His baby... has really grown up.

Not only is she good at flirting, but she also knows how to flirt and then run away, accurately grasping his weaknesses.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the parts of his body that he couldn't ignore, and shrugged resignedly.

It seems that trying to eat this cowardly yet brave little rabbit will be a long and arduous journey.

He rubbed his temples, turned and walked to the water bar, drinking several glasses of ice water before he could barely calm down, his whole being enveloped in a bittersweet and tormenting depression.

Su Qingyao leaned against the bathroom door, her heart pounding so hard it seemed to shatter her eardrums.

The world outside the door was quiet for a moment, with only her own rapid breathing amplified infinitely in the small space.

She raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks, her fingertips trembling.

What did she just do...?

He deliberately provoked Wen Yu, and even bit Wen Yu's finger, and even... licked it!

Just recalling that scene made her so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

Not to mention her cheeks, her entire body was slightly warm, with a faint pink hue, like cooked shrimp.

It's all Wen Yu's fault.

Yes, it's all his fault!

She bit her lower lip, inwardly accusing him.

It was all because he looked at her with those eyes every day, said those things that made her blush and her heart race, and did those overly intimate things...

Subtly and gradually, they corrupted her!

But after the overwhelming sense of shame subsided, a strange, indescribable feeling of...smugness quietly rose in my heart?

She actually succeeded in provoking them? And... she even managed to "escape"?

This realization made her already erratic heartbeat even more erratic, and her face burned even hotter.

She leaned against the door, too afraid to move, her heart pounding with anxiety, terrified that some provoked man would break down the door.

Time passed silently, with only faint sounds of activity outside the door.

Su Qingyao's tense nerves gradually relaxed, followed by a complex mix of guilt and curiosity.

She quietly turned the lock, opened the door a crack, and peeked out.

The figure who was expected to be waiting by the door did not appear.

Wen Yu sat at the dining table, eating his food slowly and deliberately, his whole demeanor calm and gentle, as if the incident from earlier had never happened.

Hearing the door open, he looked up at her with a doting smile on his face.

"Finished washing? Come and eat, the food's getting cold."

She stood at the bathroom door, unsure how to react.

The script... seems a bit off?

Seeing that she didn't move, Wen Yu put down his chopsticks, casually rested his elbow on the armrest of the dining chair, and turned slightly to look at her.

"What, do you need your husband to come and invite you?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Or are you saying that the baby's bold statement just now is no longer valid?"

"If you don't come out soon, I'm afraid you'll spend the night inside."

Su Qingyao's face flushed again. After hesitating for a moment, she reluctantly walked out.

She deliberately walked around to the other end of the table, sat down far away from him, and picked up her chopsticks to eat absentmindedly.

Looking at her precarious yet composed demeanor, Wen Yu's smile deepened.

He picked up a glass from the coffee table and pushed it in front of her.

"Drink some warm water to calm your nerves."

Su Qingyao took small sips of her drink, secretly glancing at the man opposite her.

He ate intently, his profile softened under the light, making the dangerous, aggressive look in his eyes seem like just her imagination.

At this moment, he actually looked somewhat harmless.

"Do you think I'll get full?"

Wen Yu suddenly spoke, without raising his head, but accurately caught her gaze.

Su Qingyao hurriedly lowered her eyes, buried her head in drinking water, and mumbled, "Who's looking at you... I'm thinking about something."

Wen Yu responded, his gaze falling on her still pink neck. His eyes darkened, but quickly returned to their gentle state.

"Which area should I start with: the kitchen, living room, balcony, or bathroom?"

"Wen Yu!" Su Qingyao's face was practically burning with embarrassment.

Wen Yu smiled and took the initiative to speak, "It was my fault just now, I teased you a little too much."

His sincere attitude surprised Su Qingyao, and the awkwardness and nervousness in her heart dissipated considerably.

"It's not entirely your fault..."

Her voice was low, her fingers fiddling with the chopsticks, "I...I also said strange things."

"Not surprising."

Wen Yu looked at her, his voice low and earnest, "I've remembered every single detail that Baby mentioned."

Su Qingyao suddenly looked up and met his deep eyes, her heartbeat, which had just calmed down a little, started racing again.

Wen Yu looked at her wide eyes and suddenly quickened breathing, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He stood up, walked around the corner of the table, and sat down next to her.

He reached out and gently and restrainedly pulled her close to him.

The hug wasn't tight; it was just a loose wrap around the shoulders, conveying a sense of comfort and dispelling the last bit of distance.

"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you."

With his other hand, he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of Su Qingyao's favorite dish, and placed it in the bowl in front of her, casually changing the subject.

"Focus on your meal. You still need to review your major courses later. You'll need energy if you're full, right?"

Su Qingyao leaned against his firm, warm embrace, the sound of his steady, powerful heartbeat filling her ears.

The intense tension, shyness, and pride I felt just now, as well as the secret stirrings evoked by his words.

At this moment, a strange merging and settling transforms into an indescribable peace and... a sense of belonging.

She slowly relaxed.

After a few seconds of silence, he softly hummed in agreement.

The voice was soft and sweet, like a kitten's paw scratching at Wen Yu's heart.

He's so well-behaved, he's almost losing control of him.

He swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the urge that was about to burst forth again.