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

Wen Yu walked to her side and pointed to the seven-colored ∞.

"My love for you is like this symbol, endless."

"Similarly, I hope that the time we spend together will be endless."

Then, he led her to one side of the observation platform.

There was a small white round table there, on which sat a Foucault pendulum and a Newton pendulum ball that were slowly rotating.

Wen Yu reached out and pushed one of the steel balls at the very edge of the Newton's pendulum, causing it to fall.

"Click, click, click..."

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out as momentum was precisely transferred between the steel balls, and the last steel ball began to swing, cycling in a regular and perpetual motion pattern.

"The second gift."

Wen Yu's voice was particularly deep and moving under the tranquil starry sky.

"The conservation of energy and the transfer of momentum are just like my feelings for you; once they begin, they will never stop."

"It will only continue to spread and accumulate, never stopping."

Finally, he led her to the telescope and adjusted the angle.

"Look here, baby."

Su Qingyao curiously leaned closer to the eyepiece.

The telescope was pointed at a man-made satellite that was slowly passing by in low Earth orbit.

From the satellite's perspective, using special imaging technology, she was able to see the lights on the ground vaguely forming two letters.

Q&Y

"I commissioned a space services company."

Wen Yu gently hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice filled with laughter.

"Let a passing satellite project the baby's initials onto the land it passes over tonight."

"Although it was only for a few minutes, and only we could see it from this angle..."

"But the name Su Qingyao has already appeared in this starry sky, and in the future, it will be known by even more people."

Su Qingyao's breath hitched, and she froze completely in place.

She signed her name while looking at the starlight through the telescope, and looked at the man beside her who had prepared a surprise for her, catering to her preferences.

My heart was struck by an unprecedented feeling of happiness.

Su Qingyao's eyes and brows beamed with a smile. She nodded vigorously, her voice clear and firm.

"It's not just Su Qingyao, Wen Yu is here too. Q&Y is Su Qingyao and Wen Yu, it's us."

Wen Yu felt a surge of warmth in his heart, tightened his arms around her, and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head.

His voice was deep and solemn, like making an eternal vow, "Yes, it was us, it was the starry sky... that witnessed our love."

They didn't speak again, quietly nestled together, watching the name until it disappeared from sight.

"Baby," Wen Yu's deep voice sounded in her ear, "Are you satisfied with this apology?"

Su Qingyao turned to look at him upon hearing this.

I stopped blaming him a long time ago.

But the idea of ​​punishing Wen Yu remained unchanged.

Even a clay figure has a temper.

Besides, if she were to let him off so easily after being bullied by him this time, wouldn't that be too lenient on him?

So, Su Qingyao deliberately put on a serious face and said, "So-so, I'm only half satisfied."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and leaned closer, his deep gaze locking onto her eyes, not missing a single emotion.

"Only half? What about the other half?"

Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat when he stared at her. She cleared her throat, trying to remain calm, and looked away, adopting a mysterious expression.

"The remaining half..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, adding with a touch of cunning.

"I'll tell you when we get back to the apartment."

Back in the apartment, Su Qingyao sat down on the sofa, patted the spot next to her, and tried to make her voice sound fierce.

"Wenyu, come sit here."

Wen Yu closed the door, his gaze falling on her feigned composure yet nervous demeanor, his eyes darkening.

He sat down beside her as instructed, leaning towards her subtly, his deep voice brushing past her ear.

"How do you want to punish me, baby?"

Su Qingyao swallowed hard, her mind flashing back to Zhang Miaoke's bold words when she gave her advice.

"Turning the tables and using their own methods against them!"

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said, word by word, "Now, I will tell you what to do. You are not allowed to ask questions, nor are you allowed to... resist."

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly darkened.

punish?

How should I punish my baby?

Is it hitting, scolding, or something else?

He was happy to accept anything she gave him.

He concealed the dark turmoil in his eyes and adopted a "do as you please" attitude.

"Okay, whatever you say, baby."

Su Qingyao's heart raced under his gaze, and she raised her chin to maintain her composure.

"You...go to the room and put on the clothes you wore in the video I took when I went to the hospital last time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu got up from the sofa, his movements so fast that Su Qingyao was stunned for a moment.

He then strode toward the bedroom, without even closing the door.

The rustling sound of fabric coming from inside, mixed with his low, husky, and chuckling voice, clearly reached her ears.

"Baby, you can come in and take a look."

Su Qingyao's face flushed. "Shut up! Don't say a word! Do whatever I tell you to do!"

In the bedroom, Wen Yu's smile deepened.

I wonder who came up with this great idea for their baby... I should thank them properly.

He quickly changed into that black shirt; the almost transparent fabric clung to his skin, outlining every inch of his figure.

Walking in front of the mirror, Wen Yu turned to the side and examined himself for a moment, then suddenly bent down and did several explosive push-ups.

The muscles in her shoulders, back, and arms rippled and swayed beneath the fabric, exuding power and gleaming alluringly under the light.

He stopped and walked into the living room only when his reflection in the mirror achieved the visual effect he wanted.

The black top, as thin as a cicada's wing, that I remembered now appeared before my eyes, enveloping a strikingly powerful body, even clearer and more vivid than in the video.

Su Qingyao felt her gaze burning her, and hurriedly turned her face away, her ears turning bright red.

Wen Yu took in her restless gaze and smiled slightly.

A fierce-looking but cowardly little rabbit.

He sat down beside her and leaned closer.

His excessively handsome face suddenly drew close, his warm breath brushing against her lips. "And then, baby?"

Su Qingyao shrank back in surprise and raised her hand to press against his chest.

"You...sit still! I'm in charge now!"

The fabric beneath her palm was so thin it felt like nothing, yet the skin's resilience and heat seeped through, making her fingertips tremble.

Taking advantage of her resistance, Wen Yu deliberately puffed out his chest, making the firm, elastic feel even more clearly felt in her palm.

Su Qingyao couldn't help but touch it.

It feels so good.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when I heard a muffled groan from above.

"Um……"

Su Qingyao recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted, her face burning red.

"You, you're not allowed to move!"

Wen Yu blinked, looking innocent.

"The baby touched me first, I thought... you wanted to touch me."