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

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed Su Qingyao's lips.

The kiss carried an undeniable sense of punishment, yet it also revealed a tender and lingering affection as their lips rubbed together.

Trapped in his burning embrace, Su Qingyao was forced to endure his fiery lips and tongue, her fingertips clenching the clothes on his chest.

Wen Yu only withdrew reluctantly when she was almost out of breath.

His nose gently brushed against her burning cheek, their breaths mingling hotly, the air thick with lingering intimacy.

"We've kissed so many times already,"

He chuckled softly, his voice tinged with indulgent teasing, "Why can't the baby still learn to breathe properly?"

Su Qingyao's eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was rapid. It took her a while to find her voice and she retorted softly.

"I don't know how to... practice this in private."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh? It seems it's the husband's fault for not teaching the baby properly."

He moved closer, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his breath hot.

"You need to kiss more and practice more."

Before she could react, he captured her lips again, swallowing her unspoken protest.

...A hint of annoyance flashed in Su Qingyao's eyes. She should have known better than to say it.

This kiss was more patient and more guiding than the previous one.

Only when he noticed that her soft lips were slightly swollen did Wen Yu gently pull away.

That's all for today.

His voice was terribly hoarse, and a deep, unsatisfied desire still churned in his eyes. "Next time... we'll practice slowly."

Su Qingyao leaned on his shoulder, panting softly, her cheeks burning hot.

She suddenly sensed something, and her body, which was sitting on his lap, stiffened slightly.

Wen Yu naturally noticed it as well.

He chuckled softly, pulling her closer to his chest, his voice tinged with helpless indulgence and a hint of suppressed hoarseness.

"Don't be afraid, it's just... the baby is too attractive."

His fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin on the back of her neck, as if soothing a frightened little animal.

"Let me hold you for a little while, just a little while."

As dusk settled outside the window, the sunset glow shone through the glass, bathing the two people nestled together in a gentle orange-pink hue.

Light and shadow moved across them, outlining their intimate silhouettes.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, looking at the obedient profile of the person in his arms, whose eyelashes were still trembling slightly from the intense kiss just now, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Feeling Wen Yu's breathing gradually calm down, Su Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively pulled away from his embrace a little.

Wen Yu loosened his grip, letting her stand up and jump a few steps away.

He leaned lazily against the sofa, his gaze following her unsteady steps and flushed cheeks with a smile.

"Why is the baby running?" he asked lazily, with undisguised mockery.

"I'm injured, even if I really wanted to do something..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze lingering on her, "We'll have to wait until she's healed, hmm?"

Su Qingyao muttered under her breath, "Shameless."

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his chest heaving. "Of course, you can't be shameless with your wife."

Unexpectedly, Su Qingyao paused, looked up somewhat bewildered, and asked a question that made the air suddenly quiet.

"Wenyu, you... are you done already?"

Her voice was low, filled with pure curiosity, "Last time in the car, it seemed to get better very quickly too."

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly darkened.

He slowly sat up straight, his gaze towards her dangerous and deep, as if he wanted to dismantle and devour her inch by inch.

"Is your baby curious about this?"

His voice was low and deep, each word like a burning hook, scratching at Su Qingyao's heart.

"In the future... I'll definitely let you experience it properly."

He paused, a dangerously sexy smile curving his lips as his gaze swept over her, finally settling on her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

"Let's see how long it takes for your husband to get better."

Su Qingyao's ears burned as she listened, and she turned away in a panic.

"I was just curious! Why do you keep thinking that way..."

"How can you call that thinking?"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, his tone becoming even more gentle and seductive.

"This is called a deep exchange of love."

Seeing that even the back of her neck was flushed with an alluring blush, he chuckled softly, then subtly changed the subject, maintaining his composure.

"It's time for dinner, baby. What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

Wen Yu nodded, took out his phone, and sent a message.

Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Su Qingyao went to open the door and saw several people dressed in neat white chef uniforms nodding politely to her before pushing food carts and filing in.

In a short while, the dining table in the living room had been rearranged.

The pristine white tablecloth was laid out as if new, and on the silver candlesticks, slender candles flickered with warm light.

Exquisite appetizers and decanted red wine are displayed quietly, filling the air with enticing aromas.

An unexpected and perfectly timed candlelight dinner.

Su Qingyao stared at everything before her until Wen Yu slowly maneuvered his wheelchair to her side and gently took her hand.

"Sit down, baby."

He looked up, the candlelight dancing in his deep eyes, reflecting a gentle smile. "Celebrating our... resolution of the misunderstanding."

The meal was spent in a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

After finishing, Su Qingyao glanced at the time, got up to prepare to return to school, carefully instructed Wen Yu on the precautions for care, picked up her bag and walked towards the entrance.

Just as she bent down to put on her shoes, a warm hand gently pulled her from behind.

"Baby."

Wen Yu's voice was low, filled with a dependent and affectionate tone.

Su Qingyao turned around and met his slightly upturned eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes, which always held a smile or a deep meaning, were now filled with tender reluctance, like a puppy afraid of being abandoned by its owner, gazing at her with wet eyes.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

Su Qingyao paused, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice sounded flustered.

"I...I'm not ready yet..."

"That's not what I meant," Wen Yu said gently, interrupting her misunderstanding.

"There's also a clean guest room here, the door can be locked from the inside, and I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

His long eyelashes drooped, casting a small, fragile shadow beneath his eyes, and his voice lowered.

"It's just... I'm so lonely."

He looked up, his eyes almost overflowing with caution and pleading.

"My parents are away from me all year round, and now I have injured my foot and have difficulty moving around... I really want someone to keep me company."

He looked at her, his voice as soft as a sigh, "Baby, is it okay?"

Wen Yu's appearance is inherently deceptive.

At this moment, she deliberately showed weakness, and the grievance and dependence between her brows hit Su Qingyao's softest spot precisely.

Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

I just can't bring myself to say no.