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

Wen Yu's fingers tightened slightly at his side.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind—what had she heard? What was it that made her uneasy?

"Which sentence, baby?" His voice remained steady, but his eyes were churning with unspoken emotions.

"The taste." She looked straight into his eyes, without flinching. "And, there's no way I can run away."

Her voice was hoarse, as if something was choking her throat.

"What am I to you?"

A fleeting hint of annoyance flashed across Wen Yu's eyes.

What shouldn't be heard by the baby, next time, I need to hide it even deeper.

Immediately afterwards, a scalding heat suddenly spread from my heart.

It turns out that his baby... was disturbed by his words.

Does this mean that she's starting to care about him too?

Wen Yu leaned closer, gently took Su Qingyao's hand, and pressed it firmly against his heart.

Beneath my palm, my heart pounded fast and heavy, one beat after another, like a hurried but undeniable declaration.

He looked up at her, his gaze burning so intensely it seemed to melt her into his eyes. "Baby, you have never been an object."

His voice was low and stubborn, "You are my treasure, my most precious and only treasure."

He paused, his gaze utterly honest.

"Those words were indeed spoken by me, but not about you; they were about myself."

From the first moment I saw you, I knew I couldn't escape.

He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a sigh of indulgence.

"The feeling of being with the one you love... is just too wonderful."

"So I told Jiang Shubai that it was impossible to run away."

"I can't escape now, baby."

Of course, you can't run away.

My baby can only be with me, forever.

Su Qingyao's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and her breath caught in her throat.

She had imagined countless possibilities.

Explanations, denials, or clever, sophistry were offered, but no one expected such an answer.

Wen Yu looked at her stunned expression, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"If I had known you would misunderstand this, I should have told you sooner, instead of letting you overthink for so long, and even... creating that agreement."

He paused, his gaze falling on her slightly widened eyes, his tone firm.

"Baby, I won't sign that agreement."

Su Qingyao opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"I'm not making a deal with you."

Wen Yu said each word carefully, each word seeming to be branded on her heart, "From beginning to end, all I've wanted is you, the complete you."

He raised his other hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, a tender and caring gesture.

"One million is just an excuse to get close to you. Between us, there has never been a relationship of a sugar daddy and a reward."

He looked into her eyes, his voice low and gentle, pleading yet persuasive.

"You can take your time to think it over, you can test me, you don't have to believe me... but baby, don't push me away."

"At least... don't sentence me to death before I've proven myself."

The living room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

The sunlight moved slowly across the floor, stretching their shadows long and overlapping tightly, like some kind of silent bond.

Su Qingyao looked at Wen Yu's face in the light and shadow, and at the humble earnestness in his eyes, her heart pounded faster and faster.

She finally understood what the inexplicable bitterness in her heart had been these past few days was.

is afraid.

Being afraid of gentleness is a lie; being afraid of falling in love is a deception.

I'm afraid that when I have nothing left but a sincere heart... I'll fall completely for him.

But now, looking at the man in front of her who had laid bare his true feelings to her, that fear suddenly became less important.

Perhaps she could be a little braver.

"Wenyu, next time..."

She pursed her lips. "Next time there's a misunderstanding, I'll tell you directly."

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he tightened his grip on Su Qingyao's hand.

"Yes, that's how you should do it, baby."

He leaned closer, his voice so soft it was almost coaxing, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

Su Qingyao couldn't help but smile as she looked at his childish appearance.

"Also," she added, "before my foot injury heals, I will... conduct spot checks on my daily dressing and ice application."

Wen Yu's eyes curved into crescent moons. "Yes, my dear wife."

The weight that had been pressing on her heart for days was suddenly lifted, and Su Qingyao belatedly realized that her hand had been pressed tightly against her heart by Wen Yu the whole time.

Beneath my palms was a warm and firm chest.

Her heartbeat pounded against her palm through her clothes and muscles.

She could even clearly feel the distinct lines and contours of his skin...

As if possessed, her fingertips curled up slightly, tightening their grip very gently.

The next second, Su Qingyao froze.

Her cheeks instantly burned, and she tried to pull her hand away as if she had been electrocuted, but he grabbed it even faster, and their fingers intertwined.

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Baby, you've done something naughty... and you want to run away?"

"I...I didn't..." Her eyes darted around nervously.

"Does it feel good?"

He pressed her for details, his thumb slowly stroking her wrist bone, causing a subtle tremor.

Do you like your husband's pectoral muscles?

"You...you need to let go..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yu gently pulled her wrist, and Su Qingyao, caught off guard, lost her balance and fell into his burning arms.

He lowered his head, his hot breath almost burning her red earlobes.

"Baby, you misunderstood me first, and then ignored me for several days..."

His voice was low and slow, each word striking her tense nerves: "Now... you're still secretly taking advantage of me."

"Don't you think you went a bit too far?"

Su Qingyao bit her lower lip, and he took in the blush on her lips.

"Then...then I'm sorry..."

Seeing her trembling eyelashes and tightly clenched lips, Wen Yu's eyes grew even darker.

He kissed her soft hair tenderly, "Baby, you'll never have to apologize to me."

"But," he paused, his breath close, almost touching her slightly parted lips.

"There needs to be a small punishment... otherwise, I'll be too upset to sleep."

Su Qingyao's breathing became slightly erratic, her chest rising and falling gently. "What...do you want?"

Wen Yu smiled.

He lowered his head, exposing his neck to her without any defenses, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his pulse beating clearly and rapidly beneath his warm skin.

"Baby, bite me."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a seductive tremor, like a devil's whisper.

Su Qingyao was stunned.

Bite...him?

She looked up and met Wen Yu's gaze, which was very close to hers.

In the unfathomable depths of those eyes surged a desire and possessiveness that she could not discern clearly, yet burned so intensely it threatened to consume her.

"I...didn't you say you were going to punish me?" Her voice was weak and feeble.

"Yes," he lowered his voice even further, coaxingly nuzzling her lips, their breaths mingling.

"Punish you...reward me."

He grasped her slightly trembling wrist, his fingertips guiding her slowly to his Adam's apple.

The skin there was warm, and there was a mole below her Adam's apple. It slid violently as she touched it, and the mole moved with it, which was strangely sexy.

"Here, baby."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, carrying a subtle yet intense implication.

"Bite here."

The touch under Su Qingyao's fingertips was scalding hot, and under her gaze, the protrusion kept rolling, revealing a kind of unsettling tension and fragility.

He gave her his most vulnerable side without reservation.

Thinking of this, Su Qingyao, as if bewitched, slowly raised her face and moved closer to Wen Yu's neck.

As her breath brushed against his skin, she could clearly feel the violent movement of his Adam's apple and the sudden increase in his breathing.

She closed her eyes, held her breath, and very lightly and quickly touched the protrusion with the tip of her teeth.

It was less of a bite and more of a trembling, tentative touch.

Wen Yu let out a muffled groan, his arms tightening abruptly as he pressed her even deeper into his embrace.

"Baby……"

His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotion on the verge of bursting, and every word was accompanied by a burning breath.

"You're really going to kill me."