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

Su Qingyao's ears turned slightly red, and she muttered softly, "I already said it was written by someone else... I've never written a love letter for anyone."

Wen Yu took advantage of the situation and moved closer, planting a kiss on her cheek and nuzzling her neck affectionately.

"I don't care... the baby just wants to write for me."

Su Qingyao felt ticklish from his rubbing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, dodging and responding at the same time.

"Okay, okay, I'll write it for you~ I'll write it when I get back to the dorm, alright?"

Wen Yu shook his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. "There's a study in the apartment. Let's go back and write now."

He squeezed her hand, "I want to see the baby write this for me right now."

Su Qingyao had no choice but to nod softly, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Back at the apartment, Wen Yu pulled Su Qingyao straight into the study.

He enthusiastically spread out the exquisite letter paper, picked out a pen that looked good from the pen holder, turned around and sat down in the large armchair, patted his leg, and looked at Su Qingyao.

"Baby, sit on your husband's lap, and I'll hold you while I write."

Su Qingyao shook her head and refused, "I don't want to, I want to sit in a chair and write."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu's lips twitched down in grievance, and his voice trembled pitifully.

"Waaah... My wife doesn't love me anymore, she dislikes me, Su Qingyao doesn't like Wen Yu like she used to, Wen Yu is so heartbroken..."

As he made his accusations, he blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes at her.

Su Qingyao was completely bewildered by his sudden performance. She frowned, put her hands on her hips, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Then sit on my lap."

Wen Yu seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and gently shake it, his voice low and soft, lingering on her.

"I want to hold you... baby, I've never received a love letter before."

His Adam's apple bobbed, his tone almost pleading, "Just... be a little kinder to your husband, okay?"

The last syllable of her voice pierced her eardrums, and Su Qingyao was completely defeated, dizzy as she sat down in his lap.

As soon as she picked up the pen, she noticed that Wen Yu's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he were imprisoning his possession.

Su Qingyao tried her best to put on a stern face and turned around to warn, "Behave yourself and don't do anything reckless."

Wen Yu immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, looking extremely innocent. "Baby, I'll just take a look. I promise I won't do anything reckless."

A triumphant, deep smile spread across his eyes as he rested his chin on Su Qingyao's shoulder.

Su Qingyao held the pen, facing the blank letter paper, feeling the warm chest pressed against her back, and the temperature on her cheeks lingered.

How should I start this love letter?

Seeing that she was hesitant to write, Wen Yu couldn't help but lean closer and gently bite her soft earlobe.

"Baby, why don't you start writing?"

Su Qingyao trembled slightly, turned around and glared at him, "Stop fooling around... I'm thinking about how to write it."

Wen Yu nodded obediently, "Okay, no more fussing, baby will think about it slowly."

He did indeed quiet down, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

Su Qingyao breathed a small sigh of relief, tried to concentrate, chewed on the pen and pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she lowered her head to start writing.

Wen Yu quietly watched her focused profile, her eyelashes casting soft shadows in the warm light, and the pen tip making a soft rustling sound as it glided across the paper.

The sound seemed to scratch directly at his heart and body, and Wen Yu's breathing gradually became heavy.

My baby's first love letter.

His first time was unique to him.

This realization was about to destroy his reason; love mixed with possessiveness was boiling and clamoring in his veins.

He gazed greedily at her trembling eyelashes and slightly pursed lips; every inch of her was his, even the ink marks left by the pen tip should be imbued with his aura.

His arms tightened around her, and he lowered his head, his burning lips brushing against the back of her neck, his voice hoarse.

"Baby……"

Barely restraining himself, he placed a very light kiss on the back of her neck.

But the hand encircling her waist seemed to have its own ideas, silently moving upwards.

The marshmallow-flavored rabbit has been caught.

Su Qingyao paused, her ears instantly burning red. She tilted her head slightly, "Wen Yu, you..."

Before she could speak, her lips were gently pressed against his other finger.

He remained expressionless, and his tone was even quite serious, "Baby, when writing love letters, especially love letters to your sweetheart that are devoted to you, the worst thing you can do is to be half-hearted."

"But your hands..."

"No buts."

Wen Yu's low, husky voice carried a hint of amusement. "Your husband is testing your concentration."

He deliberately lowered his voice, "Is our baby's willpower really that weak? Is he easily swayed by the slightest external force?"

Su Qingyao's ears burned even more, and she bit her lip and hummed softly, "I...I didn't."

"Okay, then focus on writing," he replied softly.

Su Qingyao took a deep breath, trying to draw her attention back to the paper, and gripped the pen tightly again.

Wen Yu's other hand became even more aggressive.

Seeing Su Qingyao's reaction, Wen Yu took advantage of the situation and pressed his warm lips against her sensitive nape.

"Well……"

Su Qingyao shuddered, feeling a tingling sensation as if she had been electrocuted. Her fingers tightened suddenly, and the pen tip pressed heavily on the letter paper, leaving a dark stain.

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow in triumph; he knew all too well the baby's weakness.

Enjoying her adorable reaction, Wen Yu's mood became increasingly pleasant.

Her lips moved slowly down along the beautiful curve.

Realizing his thoughts, Su Qingyao hurriedly tried to stop him, but let him go first.

"Mmm..."

She let out a short, soft moan, and Wen Yu chuckled in a low voice near her ear, his breath hot, "Baby's being naughty, saying one thing and meaning another..."

"Wen Yu!" Her ears turned bright red, and her voice trembled. "You...you promised you wouldn't do anything reckless!"

"I didn't do anything reckless."

His tone was innocent.

"My hand has its own thoughts. It misses you, and I can't just tie it up."

Su Qingyao's hand trembled so much that she could barely hold the pen. Among the few lines of text on the paper, the ink on the top four characters, "Bad Guy Wen Yu," was slightly damp, and at this moment it seemed particularly fitting.

Wen Yu caught a glimpse of her, a low chuckle escaping his throat, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "Baby, is your husband really that bad?"

"You...you..."

Her breathing was ragged, she bit her lower lip, and glared at him with reddened eyes, "How bad am I... don't you know it yourself?"

Wen Yu chuckled and stopped what he was doing. The next second...

His voice was hoarse as he gently sucked on her red earlobe.

"I can be even worse."