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

After telling the driver to go back first, Wen Yu opened the passenger door and gestured for Su Qingyao to get in.

Once she was settled, he walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. He turned to help her fasten her seatbelt, only to find that she had already fastened it herself.

"Baby," he said, his voice tinged with just the right amount of grievance, "why did you steal my work?"

Su Qingyao tilted her head to look at him, her eyes clear and innocent. "I just tied it on casually."

"Just doing it?" Wen Yu sighed softly, leaning closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"Since the baby took over her husband's work, she needs to be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and cupped her face, then lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss began gently and tenderly.

He kissed her patiently, his tongue tracing the shape of her soft lips, as if he were savoring the most delicious dessert in the world.

Su Qingyao was initially a little stiff, but under his guidance she gradually relaxed, and her hand unconsciously rose up to gently hug his neck.

Sensing her subtle initiative and cooperation, Wen Yu's heart surged, and he kissed her deeper and more urgently, with the intensity of conquering territory.

Su Qingyao let out a soft moan, unable to bear it any longer, and bit his lip lightly, but enough to make him pull away.

Wen Yu gently stroked her slightly swollen lower lip with his thumb, his voice low and husky with a hint of laughter, but his eyes were filled with darkness.

"Baby is so amazing, now he can bite people too."

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed an alluring pink as she glared at him, her voice both soft and annoyed.

"Can't you have a little restraint! All you do is kiss, you kissing maniac!"

Wen Yu was so charmed by her appearance that he leaned over and gave her a big kiss on the lips.

"It's because you're so adorable, I just want to kiss you whenever I see you."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, his voice lowered, carrying a blatant implication.

"I not only want to kiss, but also... do something else."

Seeing Su Qingyao's face growing redder and redder, Wen Yu shook his head and chuckled, "Baby, give me a French kiss. Your husband wants to test the results of my teaching over this period of time."

...French kiss? An inspection? Teaching results?

Wen Yu is so shameless!

She doesn't want to!

Su Qingyao's ears burned, and she raised her hand to push his face away, but somehow she used too much force.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the enclosed carriage as her palm struck his cheek squarely.

Su Qingyao froze completely.

She...she seems to have slapped him?

"I'm so sorry!"

She rushed over anxiously, feeling a little nervous, wanting to touch his face but not daring to.

"I didn't mean to, I... I just wanted to push him away..."

Wen Yu tilted his head, pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, and chuckled softly.

There was no anger in that laughter; instead, it conveyed a strange and pleasant sense of satisfaction.

He turned his face, grabbed the "murderer's" hand, and lowered his head to place a warm kiss on her palm.

Then, to Su Qingyao's astonishment, he took her hand and gently slapped it against his other cheek.

"Baby did a great job."

His gaze was intense, his tone carrying a indulgent coaxing, and a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"Let's do it here too, it'll be more symmetrical."

He squeezed her fingertips, his voice softening, "But does your hand hurt? You can hit me, but don't hurt yourself."

Su Qingyao was completely stunned, her mind went blank.

Is there something wrong with this person?

Wen Yu adored her bewildered and helpless expression. He pinched the tip of her nose and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her again.

This kiss was deeper and more urgent, carrying a strong sense of possession, almost stealing all the air from Su Qingyao's lungs.

Su Qingyao's body went limp from the kiss, her fingertips weakly resting on his shoulder until her breathing became completely disordered, at which point he slowly let go.

Her eyes were misty with tears, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing in small gasps.

Wen Yu lovingly cupped her face, gently wiping away the water droplets from the corner of her lips with his thumb, a gesture as precious as if he were polishing a rare treasure.

"Baby, you can do anything for me."

He gazed into her misty eyes, speaking each word clearly and devoutly.

"Hit me, scold me, slap me... even if you make me kneel down and beg you, I would do it willingly."

Su Qingyao's heart felt like it had been hit hard by something, a mix of soreness and numbness.

At this moment, Wen Yu's eyes were burning with passion, yet his posture was incredibly humble, as if he were personally offering all his weaknesses and control to her.

Let her rule.

For some inexplicable reason, she found Wen Yu more charming than ever before. Her heart trembled, and a strange flutter of excitement grew and spread in her chest.

She tilted her head back, leaned in, and gently kissed his lips.

The dragonfly skimmed the water, yet it caused Wen Yu's pupils to suddenly contract.

Just as his eyes darkened and he was about to kiss her again, Su Qingyao quickly shrank back into her seat, turned her flushed face away, and whispered a reminder.

"Hurry up and drive... I need to go to the library to study."

She pursed her slightly swollen lips. "Final exams are in a week."

Wen Yu stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled.

He sat up straight, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car.

Amid the engine's roar, he glanced at her sideways, the smile still lingering in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll take my wife to study now."

The car came to a stop near the library.

Su Qingyao picked up her backpack and had just opened the car door when Wen Yu gently hooked her wrist.

"Baby," Wen Yu's voice came from behind, with a hint of clinginess, "I want to be with you."

Su Qingyao paused, then turned to look at him.

He sat in the back seat, his gray hair gleaming softly in the afternoon sunlight, his gaze fixed intently on her face, like a large dog eagerly wanting to go out with its owner.

Wenyu seems to be looking more and more like a puppy.

Su Qingyao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, but you can't sit next to me."

"Yes, sir." Wen Yu nodded immediately, but a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Since you like this sneaky, secretive feeling... I'll play along to the end."

Su Qingyao's ears burned, and she glared at him. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

After saying that, she got out of the car first and walked quickly toward the library.

A few minutes later, Wen Yu slowly opened the car door and got out, following a few steps behind her.

As the end of the semester approached, the library was packed, with even the rest areas in the corridor filled with students engrossed in their studies.

Su Qingyao walked to the spot that Zhang Miaoke had reserved in advance and sat down quietly next to her.

"Thanks, Miao Ke," she whispered.

Zhang Miaoke was biting her pen and frowning as she looked at the question. When she heard this, she looked up and was about to say something when she caught a glimpse of Wen Yu's unusually conspicuous figure out of the corner of her eye.

She suddenly grabbed Su Qingyao's hand and lowered her voice.

"Young Master Wen is here too?! You two are really... inseparable, not wanting to be apart for a second!"

Su Qingyao blushed but did not deny it, and gently hummed in agreement.

She glanced discreetly in Wen Yu's direction, then scanned her surroundings; the room was packed, with not a single empty corner.

She took out her phone and opened the pinned chat window.

My darling wife: "There are no seats left, why don't you go back first?"

As soon as she sent the message, she saw Wen Yu raise an eyebrow not far away.

He turned and walked to the bookshelf on the side, casually pulled out a few books, and then casually walked to a seat diagonally opposite her.

There sat a boy wearing glasses, engrossed in reading. Wen Yu leaned slightly forward and whispered something to the boy.

The boy paused for a moment, looked up at him, glanced at his phone, and then showed a knowing expression before quickly taking out his phone.

Wenyu scanned the QR code and transferred the money.

The next second, the boy neatly packed his things, got up and left.

Wen Yu calmly took the seat, and after sitting down, he looked up to meet Su Qingyao's astonished gaze, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

He lowered his head and tapped the screen lightly with his fingertips.

My dear husband: "Don't be confused, baby. If you keep looking at me like that... I'll want to kiss you."

Su Qingyao's phone vibrated, and her cheeks flushed after reading the message. She hurriedly typed.

My darling wife: "...This is a library! Young man, please focus on your reading!"

Dear husband: "Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

Wen Yu put down his phone, propped his face up with his right hand, and casually flipped through the pages of the book in front of him with his left hand, but his eyes did not fall on the words.

He tilted his head slightly, his peripheral vision sweeping over every inch of Su Qingyao.

In the book's illustrations, there's a small, curled-up sleeping cat.

The smile in his eyes deepened.

Like her.