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

The dishes were served quickly. As soon as Su Qingyao picked up her chopsticks, Wen Yu had already picked up a piece of food and steadily brought it to her mouth.

She instinctively shook her head in refusal, but met his lowered eyes.

Wet and with a hint of resentment after being rejected, it looked like a little dog with droopy ears, eagerly waiting for its owner's affection.

Su Qingyao's heart softened, and she swallowed her refusal, so she could only open her mouth slightly and let him feed her.

He fed her until she shook her head repeatedly and whispered, "I'm really full," before Wen Yu finally stopped.

Then, quite naturally, he picked up the half-eaten bowl of rice in front of her and continued eating with the spoon she had used.

"Th-that's what I used..." Su Qingyao whispered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

He held the spoon tip in his mouth, slowly raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like ink that could not be dissolved.

"I know."

A dark smile played on his lips, his voice low and filled with an indescribable longing.

"Food that has been infused with the baby's scent... is even more fragrant and sweeter."

Su Qingyao's breath hitched. She tried to turn her face away from his direct gaze, but he grabbed her wrist first.

"Don't move."

He whispered, his other hand already cupping her cheek.

When the kiss landed, Su Qingyao froze completely.

At first, it was just a gentle touch, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing across the corner of her lips, sweeping away the forgotten grain of rice.

Then, the kiss suddenly deepened.

He held her lips in his mouth, caressing and sucking, and then, taking advantage of the moment when she slightly parted her lips in surprise, he thrust deep inside her.

The movements suddenly became hurried and greedy, as if confirming a lost treasure that had been recovered, or as a naked declaration of sovereignty.

The crisp, refreshing scent of snowflakes enveloped her, mingling with his suppressed panting breaths, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her entire body.

After a long while, he slowly backed away.

Su Qingyao's lips were moist and slightly swollen. She came to her senses, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and she became incoherent.

"Why...why are you always like this!"

Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he forcefully suppressed the urge to demand more.

He gently stroked her burning cheeks with his thumb, mimicking her embarrassed and annoyed tone, his voice low and husky with a hint of laughter.

Why am I always like this?

His gaze was intense, settling on her lips. "I'm just being... frugal. A grain of rice stuck here needs to be cleaned up, right?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"So sweet..."

The voice was so soft it sounded like a soliloquy, yet it carried an undeniable air of possessiveness.

"mine."

Su Qingyao's attention was completely occupied by the phrase "So sweet," and her ears turned bright red, so she didn't hear the vow-like whisper that followed.

My mind was a complete mess, and all the heat in my body rushed to my face.

She stood up abruptly like a rabbit cornered, her gaze darting away from him in a panic.

"We're...we're finished eating!" Her voice trembled, almost incoherent. "We...we're going back!"

Wen Yu then stood up and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His arms were held tightly, and his warm breath brushed against her reddened earlobe.

"Okay," he replied softly, his tone gentle, but his arm showed no sign of loosening its grip. "I'll do whatever you say, baby."

Anyway, the baby couldn't escape long ago.

He didn't say those words aloud, but simply buried his face in the crook of her neck and sniffed very lightly.

-

A week later, in the evening, the setting sun bathed the teaching building in a warm golden light.

Wen Yu waited quietly downstairs.

His simple white shirt billowed in the evening breeze, outlining his sharp shoulders and narrow waist. He wasn't looking at his phone; his gaze was fixed on the direction of the teaching building.

Su Qingyao and Zhang Miaoke walked out side by side and stopped almost simultaneously.

"My God..." Zhang Miaoke suddenly gripped her wrist, lowering her voice, "Wen Shao's outfit today is like a pure, innocent, and virtuous gentleman straight out of a campus romance film!"

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Miaoke, you know..."

"I know, I know," Zhang Miaoke immediately made a zipper-sealing gesture, blinked, "You're just ordinary friends, that's the answer I give to anyone who asks."

Su Qingyao nodded and walked in that direction.

Watching the two walk towards each other one after the other, Zhang Miaoke couldn't help but raise her phone and secretly take several pictures.

The setting sun gently stretched their shadows, their white shirts and plain dresses reflecting each other in the twilight, creating a scene as beautiful as a still movie poster.

Just then, Wen Yu suddenly turned around and stared directly at the camera.

He raised his arm, and from Zhang Miaoke's camera angle, the movement looked exactly like he was pulling Su Qingyao into his arms as she walked over.

He even gave a slight smile to the camera.

Zhang Miaoke's phone immediately vibrated.

Wen Yu: "Photos, all of them."

She looked up, and their eyes met across the twilight, which was more than ten meters away.

The intense, obsessive possessiveness hidden in those eyes sent a chill down her spine, and she subconsciously glanced at Su Qingyao, who was completely unaware of it.

Wen Yu: "Now."

Zhang Miaoke hurriedly sent all the photos she had just taken.

The next second, a transfer notification sounded: 100,000.

Seeing this figure, which was equivalent to two months of her living expenses, Zhang Miaoke was so excited that she almost jumped up on the spot.

She took a deep breath, and when she looked at the two figures standing side by side, her eyes had completely changed.

Young Master Wen, from today onwards I am your number one die-hard fan! I will defend your love to the death!

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will have to get past me first!

On the way to the club, dusk was falling, and soft piano music filled the car.

Wen Yu held the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand remained on the back of her hand, his fingertips lightly caressing her cool skin.

Why are my baby's hands always so cold?

He found an excuse to take her hand into his palm and gently massage it, his tender and delicate movements perfectly soothing the unconscious anxiety she felt.

Su Qingyao let him hold her hand until the car slowly stopped in front of a low-key building.

"Is it okay if I wear this?" She looked down at the simple dress she was wearing.

Wen Yu turned his face, his gaze carefully sweeping over every inch of her, and after a long while, he suddenly shook his head.

"Not really."

Seeing her expression tighten, he leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of serious distress.

"It's so beautiful...so beautiful that I don't want anyone else to see it."

"You, you're so cheesy." Su Qingyao's ears turned slightly red, and she looked away.

"I'll be more restrained next time."

He gazed at her with a smile, and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"But the baby needs to adapt sooner. In my husband's eyes, the baby is perfect no matter what."

A few jokes eased the tension.

As she entered the private room, Su Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief.

This place is completely different from when she last came.

There were no dazzling lights or deafening noise, only a delicate fragrance flowing quietly in the air, faintly carrying the familiar scent of cedar from Wen Yu.

This realization made her unconsciously relax her tense back.