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

"Um……"

Wen Yu let out a suppressed groan, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and the muscles in his arms that were wrapped around her tensed instantly.

Oh my god...

This unconscious touch is more deadly than any deliberate provocation.

Su Qingyao was fast asleep, but she kept feeling something wet and warm licking her face and itchy on her neck, which disturbed her peace.

She frowned in annoyance, waved her hand, and muttered, "Go away, stop messing around."

Not only did that "thing" not leave, it seemed to become even more "arrogant".

In a daze, she began to grope around haphazardly, trying to find the culprit.

Finally, she found it.

.....?

Who was that scoundrel who hit her in her sleep?!

Disturbed from her sleep, Su Qingyao could only think of retaliating.

Wen Yu closed his eyes briefly, and a slight blue vein appeared on his forehead.

This time, a certain critical point was finally broken.

The string of reason snapped completely.

Wen Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing an undisguised possessiveness, like a beast eyeing its prey.

He could no longer hold back, lowered his head, and pressed his lips and teeth heavily against Su Qingyao's neck.

Su Qingyao was further confused by this sudden attack in her chaotic state. Half-asleep, she finally managed to open her heavy eyelids.

When you focus your gaze, the first thing you see is Wen Yu's taut jawline and bobbing Adam's apple, which are very close to yours.

Then......

"ah--!!!"

A short, sharp scream shattered the morning's tranquility.

Su Qingyao felt as if she had been burned. At the same time, almost reflexively, she used all her strength to roll up the blanket and push and kick it hard.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Wen Yu, who was immersed in a subtle pleasure and torment, was suddenly kicked off the bed.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wen Yu propped himself up to sit up, rubbed his lower back, and looked up at the baby on the bed who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.

He raised his hand and slowly rubbed the spot on his lower back where he had been bumped, his gaze fixed on her, his voice even hoarser than before.

"Baby, you almost lost your happiness for the rest of your life."

He emphasized the word "happiness" very heavily.

Su Qingyao huddled under the covers with her eyes tightly shut, her face flushed red, and her voice came out muffled, filled with shame and indignation.

"You...you big scoundrel!"

"I...I didn't know! Who told you...who told you to come so early in the morning..."

Su Qingyao's eyes reddened from holding back her emotions. The word lingered on her lips for a few moments, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She could only glare at him angrily, "That's it!"

"Baby, this is a normal physiological reaction."

Wen Yu stood up and walked over.

As he spoke, he pulled away the blanket she was clutching tightly and scooped her out, who was curled up like a boiled shrimp.

He easily pulled her onto his lap and into his arms after reaching under her knees and waist.

His gaze locked onto her intently, deliberately...

"Besides, you're sleeping so soundly in my arms... completely unguarded."

Su Qingyao's senses tensed up.

well.

it is good.

Wen Yu gently stroked the delicate skin on the back of her neck, sending shivers of tingling pleasure through her.

He asked in a low voice, with a hint of coaxing and ambiguity, "Can you feel it, baby?"

Do you like it this way?

Su Qingyao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Wen Yu let out a pleasant chuckle.

"Where did that courage that you swore you'd punish me for yesterday go? Hmm?"

Su Qingyao gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly with her fingertips, stammering, "You...you have the guts to let me down."

"Shall I put you down?"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, but instead of letting go, he...

"Mmm..."

A sweet moan escaped Su Qingyao's lips, completely igniting Wen Yu's hidden fire.

He lowered his head and seized her lips, prying open her teeth and conquering her.

Under his forceful and skillful teasing, Su Qingyao gradually softened, her arms unconsciously climbing onto his shoulders, responding awkwardly and clumsily.

Wen Yu stepped back slightly, looking at her lips, which were red and moist from being kissed, her eyes, which were dazed and unfocused, and her appearance that was completely immersed in his breath. A knowing and satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

A baby who says one thing but means another.

She clearly enjoys being kissed like this by him.

In the future... I will also like being with him.

On the verge of losing all reason to desire, Wen Yu used all his self-control to suddenly stop.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and a thin layer of sweat was even seeping from his forehead.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a few deep breaths, then restrainedly kissed her wet eyelashes.

"Sweetie," his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "your husband will go make breakfast."

He lifted her off his lap and gently placed her beside the bed, smoothing her disheveled clothes and hair.

Wen Yu stood up, turned his back to her, and took a moment to calm his breathing.

"Be good, take it easy on your own."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, with a dangerous yet sweet magnetism, "Don't provoke me again, or else..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, watching her subconsciously shrink back, before slowly uttering the second half of the sentence.

Every word is clear, yet it is ambiguous to the extreme.

"Otherwise, my husband might not be able to resist...doing it on you."

-

At the dining table, Su Qingyao sipped her porridge, but her eyes secretly glanced at Wen Yu.

Just as Su Qingyao thought she was being discreet, a hand reached out, pinched her chin, and turned her face towards him.

"My husband is yours."

Wen Yu put down the tablet, his eyes smiling. "If you want to watch, then watch openly and honestly. I won't charge you a ticket."

Su Qingyao glared at him. "I wasn't looking at you!"

To Wen Yu, those wide-eyed stares and puffed-up cheeks seemed like a silent invitation.

He chuckled softly, caressing her skin intimately, but his words were incredibly flirtatious.

"Baby's glare makes my heart itch... Can you glare at me like that in bed too?"

"Wenyu!"

Su Qingyao pulled her hand away from his, feeling both ashamed and angry. "How come... how come all you think about is this stuff!"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned back, relaxed his posture, but his eyes became even more profound.

"That's not all! There's also the kitchen, living room, balcony, and even the mirror in the bathroom that the baby mentioned last time..."

His voice was unhurried and precise, precisely evoking certain "nonsense" in Su Qingyao's mind that she herself was ashamed to recall.

"Stop! Stop! Don't say anymore!"

Su Qingyao covered her ears, feeling that it was not a good place to stay, and quickened her pace of eating.

"I'm going to work a part-time job! I'm not talking to you anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone screen on the table lit up, and a clear bank transfer notification sound came through.

She glanced at it subconsciously, her breath catching in her throat.

The transfer information was clearly displayed on the screen.

[Wenyu] has transferred RMB 5,200,000.00 to you.

Su Qingyao frowned, her earlier embarrassment and annoyance replaced by a complex emotion.

She looked up at Wen Yu.

"Wenyu, what are you doing?"