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

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the wall lamps, and the air was thick with the dampness from her body.

And then there's that gradually intensifying, sweet, warm fragrance, brought forth by the medicinal properties.

Su Qingyao was placed in the center of the bed, the dark sheets making her skin appear even whiter and highlighting her abnormal flush.

She was trapped in the soft fabric, yet felt as if she were in a sea of ​​fire, writhing uncomfortably, the wet fabric rubbing together with a soft rustling sound.

Her eyes were wet as she looked at Wen Yu standing by the bed, filled with a completely unfamiliar yearning, consumed by desire, and a trace of lingering helplessness and confusion.

"Wenyu...it's so hot...it's uncomfortable..."

She sobbed, reaching out to fumble with her wet, cold clothes, but her fingers trembled so much she couldn't unbutton them.

Wen Yu knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, took her flustered hand, and held it in his palm.

Her hands were incredibly hot, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging violence and aroused heat in his chest, reminding himself of his sole purpose at this moment.

Help the baby, relieve her of this pain.

Don't be impatient, be gentle, take it slow, and don't hurt her.

"I know, baby, I know."

He bent down and, with the gentlest of touches, unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, which were now a mess from the water and her struggles.

Su Qingyao shrank back under his hand, involuntarily straightening her body to meet the slightly cool touch, letting out a painful yet pleasurable gasp.

"Waaah... Wenyu, touch me..."

She pleaded unconsciously, her body taut like a fully drawn bow, pressed tightly against him.

Wen Yu's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, yet he maintained a heart-stopping level of restraint.

The soaking wet clothes were stripped off piece by piece and thrown onto the carpet.

The cold air touched her burning skin, triggering an even more intense shiver.

He pulled over a soft blanket to cover her first, but she kicked it away and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"No...I don't want you..."

She tilted her head back and kissed his chin and the corners of his lips urgently and haphazardly.

It was chaotic, yet it carried the sparks of a wildfire.

Wen Yu's breath hitched. He lowered his head and kissed her restless lips, gently sucking and soothing her tenderly.

But this gentle approach, like a drop in the ocean, is utterly ineffective against the rampant effects of the medication within the body, akin to scratching an itch through a boot.

Su Qingyao groaned in dissatisfaction beneath his lips, her body twisting even more violently.

She mimicked him, sticking out her tongue and recklessly prying open his teeth, her burning eagerness driving her wildly through his mouth.

Her waist rubbed restlessly against his legs, and her hands groped around Wen Yu's body, trying to tear off his clothes.

Under this proactive and frantic demand, Wen Yu's rationality finally snapped under the unbearable pressure.

He braced himself on the sheet beside her ear with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and with the other hand...

He dared not act rashly, for fear of hurting his baby.

Su Qingyao felt the fire burning even more intensely within her, and she could not find satisfaction at all.

"Not enough... Wenyu..."

Her eyes were unfocused and glazed over, tears mingling with sweat as she slid down her cheeks. "...Husband, please..."

These words, like the last straw, broke the dam that Wenyu had been painstakingly maintaining.

The baby called him "husband" for the first time and invited him out for the first time.

The string of "restraint" in his mind snapped completely.

The love and possessiveness that had been suppressed beneath a calm exterior erupted at this moment, mixing into a destructive torrent.

"Look carefully, baby."

His voice was hoarse and rough. "Who am I?"

Su Qingyao was stunned by his gaze and tone, and was momentarily dazed, but the fire within her immediately burned away that moment of clarity.

She nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face, "Wen Yu...you are Wen Yu..."

Before she could finish speaking, she leaned in and kissed him again.

Wen Yu groaned, completely abandoning all pretense of gentleness, and returned the kiss fiercely, with a destructive and devouring intent.

With his other hand, he casually tore off his own clothes, and their hot skin pressed together without any obstruction.

Su Qingyao let out a long sigh, arching her body to press even closer to him.

Wen Yu's kisses moved down from her swollen lips to her delicate neck, sucking and nibbling, then spreading down her delicate collarbone...

Su Qingyao trembled beneath him, her fingers digging deep into his taut back muscles, leaving red marks.

Her consciousness was tossed about by the strong stimulation from the drug and Wen Yu, and she could only utter incoherent syllables.

When... Su Qingyao...

.......

Su Qingyao couldn't wait any longer.

She raised her misty, tearful eyes and extended the most direct invitation through her actions.

"....husband......"

The last trace of hesitation in Wen Yu's eyes was completely burned away.

.......

".——"

Su Qingyao's mind went completely blank.

The drug's effects made her body incredibly greedy, as if she wanted to devour Wen Yu completely.

Wen Yu let out a muffled groan and almost immediately lost control.

The mattress groaned under the strain, and the sounds of the fairies fighting grew clearer.

Time has lost its meaning.

The sky outside the window changed from deep black to dark gray, then revealed the faint light of dawn.

The passion in the room surged higher and higher, never ceasing.

The drug's effects were like a leech, intermittently launching fierce counterattacks, plunging Su Qingyao's body, which had just experienced a brief moment of satiation, back into the abyss of desire.

Wen Yu felt extremely sorry for her and tirelessly gave to her again and again.

The villa bears the marks of their madness in many places: sofas, carpets, the cold tiled walls of the bathroom, even the spacious terrace railings.

Driven by the effects of the drug, Su Qingyao was bolder than ever, and they possessed each other in various ways.

Su Qingyao's consciousness fluctuated between the climax of ecstasy and the exhaustion of drowsiness.

Sometimes she would be briefly lucid, but the effects of the drug would quickly overwhelm her reason.

The following night, after an exceptionally long lovemaking session, Su Qingyao fell into a deep sleep in Wen Yu's arms.

He held her in his arms and carefully washed away the stickiness from both of them.

Back in bed, I pulled the silk quilt over her.

He instructed a female doctor to come in and administer a hydrating and nutrient-rich injection to the sleeping Su Qingyao.

As the needle pierced her skin, she unconsciously frowned in her dream and snuggled even tighter into his arms.

Wen Yu hugged her tenderly, and amidst the mess, exhaustion, and tense worry, he gently closed his eyes.

But less than two hours later, the body in her arms began to wriggle restlessly.

My body temperature, which had been leveling off, rose again, and I could feel the abnormal heat rekindled even through the thin fabric of my pajamas.

His breathing became hot and disordered, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The most stubborn counterattack of the drug's effects has arrived.