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

Su Qingyao shook her head vigorously, her hair brushing against his cheek.

"What if I want to watch it again later?"

Wen Yu pursued relentlessly.

"...It's up to you."

Su Qingyao practically spat out those two words through clenched teeth, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Wen Yu finally revealed a satisfied smile, but beneath the smile, a burning desire and possessiveness almost overflowed.

"good."

He gave her a light peck on the lips as a reward, but showed no intention of letting go.

"Is the punishment my baby is giving me over?"

As he asked the question, his breath brushed against her earlobe, and his body subtly moved closer to hers.

Sensing a threat that couldn't be ignored, Su Qingyao hurriedly nodded, "It's...it's over!"

"But I think,"

Wen Yu spoke slowly and deliberately, his gaze sweeping over her disheveled collar and heaving chest, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"My self-criticism...is not finished yet."

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with his fingertips, his movements tender, yet his tone carried an undeniable air of control.

"After all, it was my dereliction of duty to let my baby see such lowbrow things."

He lowered his head again, captured her trembling lips, and kissed her even deeper, his muffled voice drowned out by their intertwined breaths.

"I need to make amends... by doing my best to redeem myself."

Su Qingyao was so weak from the kiss that she almost melted in his arms.

The kisses began to linger on her neck, her teeth gently rubbing against her collarbone, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight sting and a shivering numbness instantly shooting up Su Qingyao's spine.

Wen Yu's eagerness to devour her immediately made Su Qingyao panic.

No.

We need to call a halt.

If this continues, I'll be devoured until there's nothing left but bones.

This isn't a punishment; it's clearly a reward.

As his kisses moved deeper down, Su Qingyao hatched a plan.

Her brows suddenly furrowed, and she let out a short, painful gasp.

"hiss--!"

Wen Yu stopped moving and immediately looked up at her.

The desire surging in his eyes was masked by tension, and his voice was terribly hoarse, "What's wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?"

Taking the opportunity, Su Qingyao curled up, pressing one hand tightly against her lower abdomen, her porcelain-white face scrunched up, her voice low and weak, with a deliberate tremor.

"My stomach...my stomach suddenly hurts so much...it's so uncomfortable, Wenyu..."

"Stomach ache? Here?"

Wen Yu's hand immediately covered it, his palm burning hot, but his movements were very careful.

His brows furrowed, and the anxiety in his eyes was almost palpable.

"Why does it suddenly hurt? Is something wrong? Or...?"

Su Qingyao just shook her head pitifully, her eyes slightly red. "I don't know, it just hurts."

Seeing her like this, Wen Yu felt extremely distressed, and his romantic thoughts were instantly crushed by worry.

"Baby, bear with it, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

He stood up as he spoke, preparing to pick her up in his arms and take her to the hospital.

It's now!

Taking advantage of his distraction and focus on her "illness," Su Qingyao quickly broke free from his embrace.

"No, we don't need to go to the hospital!"

She staggered to the ground, still clutching her stomach, but like a nimble little rabbit, she turned and ran towards the second bedroom.

"I... I'll just go to my room and rest for a bit. It's probably just a stitch!"

"Baby, slow down!"

Wen Yu called out anxiously from behind her, instinctively taking steps to catch up, afraid that she might fall and hurt herself.

"Bang--!"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the door, it slammed shut without mercy, followed by a crisp, clean sound of it being locked from the inside.

Wen Yu's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, a rare blankness flashing across his face.

From inside the door came Su Qingyao's voice, tinged with a hint of smugness and coquettishness, completely devoid of any pain.

"I'm not feeling unwell at all. You've been fooled, you idiot Wen Yu~"

"Damn it, I told you to listen to me tonight, and you still... you still push your luck."

"You started this fire, so you have to clean it up yourself."

"You bully me every day... Hmph, it's your turn to be bullied now!"

Hearing her strong, even cheerful voice, Wen Yu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

It's good that the baby is okay.

Immediately afterwards, a helpless yet indulgent chuckle escaped his throat, and he raised his hand to rub his temples.

His baby.

That's really impressive.

They all learned to use the self-inflicted injury ruse to escape from him.

He looked down and glanced at himself.

That cluster of flames, abruptly extinguished yet still burning fiercely, arrogantly asserts its presence.

indeed.

He was thoroughly punished by his baby.

She teased him to the edge of a cliff, making his blood boil and his blood boil, and then... she withdrew and closed the door in front of him.

He was left alone outside the door, facing a taut string and an unvented longing, left to clean up the mess all by himself.

Wen Yu tilted his head back and pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

His eyes appeared deep and dangerous in the dim light of the corridor.

He slowly exhaled a hot breath, turned and walked towards the master bedroom, his steps carrying a restrained tension.

Row.

My wife isn't happy about it.

Play by yourself.

But he remembered this debt.

The baby will receive a thousand times the reward later, to repay it.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The cold water was poured down, causing a fine shiver to rise on my skin.

Water droplets rolled down Wen Yu's taut jawline, across his bulging chest muscles and well-defined abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into his tight waist and abdomen.

He pressed himself against the cold, tiled wall, tilted his head back, and let the icy water stream wash over his face.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in suppressed desire, swallowing a silent longing.

Beneath her tightly closed eyelids, her soaked eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

My mind is filled with images of Su Qingyao.

Her lips glistened with moisture, her eyes were misty and wet, her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, the faint red marks he left on her collarbone, and...

"Hold……"

A suppressed, painful, and desperate gasp was drowned out by the sound of water.

The icy water, the burning skin, the rapid breathing, the tense muscles, and the figure that wouldn't leave my mind...

All of this intertwined into a silent yet intense torment.

.......

Meanwhile, Su Qingyao, who had successfully escaped, rolled around on the bed and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

How is she so amazing?

Wen Yu must be furious!

But soon, the slight sense of smugness that rose in his heart was replaced by guilt.

Is Wen Yu alright?

Su Qingyao tiptoed to the door, pressed her ear against the door panel, and held her breath to listen to the sounds outside.

A silence.

Only the faint sound of flowing water could be heard in the distance, seemingly coming from the direction of the master bedroom bathroom.

It should be fine now.

Su Qingyao breathed a small sigh of relief, her tense back relaxing.

But Wen Yu's powerful and beautiful body, and his extremely aggressive dance moves, kept flashing back in her mind.

And then there was the silhouette she caught a glimpse of...

The heat that had subsided on her face returned, even burning brighter, and her ears and neck turned crimson.

Wen Yu seems...very capable.

Once the thought arose, it spread like wildfire, making her dizzy and disoriented.

A thought, both shy and tinged with a secret curiosity, uncontrollably crept into my mind.

Will I have a hard time in the future?