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

Su Qingyao trembled, her remaining rationality prompting her to hurriedly offer a reminder.

"The love letter...it's not finished yet..."

"No rush."

Wen Yu kissed her shoulder blade, his burning palm covering her hand that held the pen, guiding her to the blank space on the letter paper.

"Your husband is here with you... We'll write slowly."

His voice reached her ears, carrying an irresistible tenderness and desire.

"Write as far as you can... until you're done."

Wen Yu is a truly upright and honorable man.

"what……"

Su Qingyao's fingers trembled, and the pen almost slipped from her palm.

Wen Yu, however, mischievously tightened his grip, firmly encircling her hand that was holding the pen in his palm, and pressed her limp fingertips back onto the paper.

"Baby, hold the pen firmly... otherwise, how will you continue writing?"

As he spoke, he began to demonstrate his culinary skills, preparing a delicious meal for the baby, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

"Let me take a closer look at what the baby wrote..."

"Hmm, that scoundrel Wen Yu?"

Su Qingyao was driven to distraction by his harassment, and her pen trembled as she drew intermittent strokes on the paper.

"Hello... I... I'm your baby, Su Qingyao..."

Wen Yu chuckled and kissed her sweaty temples. "You're right, the baby is my baby."

He paused, then continued, "Wen Yu... is indeed very bad."

Su Qingyao was stunned by his skillful and superb cooking skills, and her scalp tingled.

She bit her lower lip tightly, swallowing back the sob.

Wen Yu noticed.

He freed one hand, gently pinched her chin, and brought his left hand to her lips.

"Don't bite yourself, baby."

His voice was hoarse and seductive, "Bite me."

Su Qingyao's eyes reddened, and she bit down on it in a fit of anger.

"Wen Yu, you bad guy... you big bad guy..."

The moment his teeth sank into his flesh, Wen Yu let out a low groan.

A mixture of pain and extreme pleasure caused a faint, vibrant blush to rise on his face, while a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes.

"Yes...that's it."

He was panting as he began to show off his culinary skills in front of his beloved, filling the entire room with the aroma of his cooking.

"Say a few more insults, baby... I love hearing it."

Su Qingyao no longer cared about holding the pen; her fingers loosened, and the pen rolled silently onto the carpet.

She reached out with both hands unconsciously, her fingertips gripping the cold edge of the table, her knuckles turning white from tension.

Wen Yu chuckled and, as if by magic, produced another pen from the desk.

Why is the baby like this?

His tone was aggrieved, but his actions were decisive: "I promised to write a love letter to my husband, how come I even lost the pen?"

Su Qingyao couldn't utter a complete sentence; she could only gasp for breath intermittently.

Wen Yu steadied her limp body, grabbed her weak hand with his right hand, and put the pen back into her palm.

"Baby, let's continue."

He guided her trembling hand to the unfinished sentence on the letter, reading it aloud word by word in her ear.

"Meeting you was truly an accident in my life... but a beautiful one."

He read very slowly.

Each word is pronounced, then...

"I don't know when it started, but my heart beats very fast when I see you. When you smile, the world lights up."

Wen Yu's lips brushed against her burning neck, his voice hoarse.

"Baby is so good at sweet talk... it makes my heart flutter."

He carefully praised Su Qingyao before continuing to the next sentence.

"You always tease me, make me angry, and then coax me back to peace. Sometimes it's annoying, and sometimes I feel... only you are like this."

He suddenly stopped reading at this point.

A malicious fellow.

"What if it's just me, baby, hmm?"

The aroma aroused Su Qingyao's appetite, and she bit her lip impatiently, subconsciously turning to look at him.

Those eyes, brimming with emotion and accusation, made Wen Yu gasp for breath, almost losing control.

But he forced himself to stay still, wanting to hear Su Qingyao's confession with his own ears.

This was a dream he had had for seven years.

Now that his dream has come true, he wants to confirm it again and again.

"Tell me, baby," he coaxed, stroking her sweaty forehead, "How about me?"

Su Qingyao trembled all over, and finally sobbed as she confessed, "Only you... make it impossible for me to really be angry..."

Wen Yu let out a sigh of extreme satisfaction, but his greedy nature remained unchanged.

"Anything else, baby...?"

He moved closer again, but still didn't do anything, only guiding her hand to make some cursory scribblings on the paper.

"Most importantly, the baby hasn't written it yet."

"Write now." His voice deepened, carrying a dangerous tenderness.

"Baby, do you know why it's called a love letter? The most crucial confession hasn't even been written yet."

He looked at her flushed face with a wicked smile, his fingertips casually tracing her waistline.

"If you don't write it clearly... you won't get what you want."

Su Qingyao's eyes were burning red, and an unfamiliar surge of emotion within her almost engulfed her.

With her last ounce of willpower, she gripped the pen tightly, her vision blurring, and struggled to write four crooked characters on the paper.

I like you.

The moment the pen tip made its final stroke, Wen Yu behind him tensed up, letting out a deep, hot laugh from the depths of his chest.

It was accompanied by an immense, almost explosive, ecstasy.

"Baby..." His voice was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably, "Say it to me in person."

"I've already written it all..." Su Qingyao's cheeks were burning hot, and she was so embarrassed that she almost curled up.

"I want to hear it from your own mouth."

Wen Yu tightened his arms, pulling her deeper into his embrace, his eyes stubborn and fervent. "Tell me, baby."

The intense emotions surging in his eyes suffocated her.

Su Qingyao looked at him and, under his gaze, spoke softly.

"Wenyu...I like you."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were fiercely sealed, a sudden attack of possessiveness and domineering force.

Wen Yu held her neck with one hand, not allowing her to retreat even slightly, and wrapped his other arm tightly around her waist, conveying all his love to her without reservation.

Su Qingyao was captivated by the delicious aroma of the dishes filling the room, and couldn't help but linger there, lost in the ambiance.

I was completely enveloped by his breath, his warmth, and his burning love.

"Ugh..." A broken sound escaped from between their intertwined lips and teeth.

Say it again.

He gasped for breath between breaths, his hot breath brushing against her lips.

"I like it... um..." The unfinished words were swallowed up again.

"One more time."

"Wenyu..."

He seemed never to get enough of her confession, asking for it again and again.

Each time their lips met, it felt as if they were sucking away her soul as well.

Su Qingyao was kissed until she was dizzy and disoriented, the world spinning around her, and she could only lean tightly against the table.

I like you...

"I like you, Wen Yu..."

The vague, tearful confession became the only melody in this vortex.

He seized it with great care and treasured it.

It's etched into your very bones.