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

Wen Yu's voice tightened, trembling slightly with disbelief, as he repeated the question.

"Baby, really? You're really willing to go public?"

Su Qingyao buried her burning face even deeper into his neck, her nose brushing against his warm skin, and let out a soft "Mmm".

Wen Yu felt a surge of scalding heat explode from his heart, instantly rushing to every part of his body.

He was instantly overwhelmed by immense, pure joy.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Wen Yu scooped Su Qingyao up from the sofa in one swift motion.

Su Qingyao exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

Wen Yu carried her around the living room for a while before finally sitting back down on the sofa.

He then pulled her closer to his lap, holding her firmly in his arms.

He lowered his head, and a deluge of kisses rained down upon him.

The kiss was hot and urgent, filled with undisguised excitement and possessiveness.

He held her lips in his mouth and sucked, his tongue prying open her teeth, probing deeply, entwining, and demanding.

It was as if he wanted to convey all his overwhelming love to her through this kiss, leaving nothing out.

Su Qingyao was dizzy from the intense kisses, her body went slightly weak, and she could only cling to him more tightly, passively enduring his out-of-control passion.

The faint sobs were swallowed between their intertwined lips and tongues, their cheeks burning as if they were melting.

Just as Su Qingyao felt like she was about to suffocate, Wen Yu finally released her lips.

He gazed into her glistening eyes and swollen lips, "Baby..."

His voice was hoarse as he gently stroked the moisture on the corner of her lips with his fingers, then couldn't resist leaning in to give her a few light pecks.

"I'm so happy."

"I'm so happy I could die."

Upon hearing the ominous word "death," Su Qingyao, disregarding her still somewhat dizzy head, immediately reached out and forcefully covered Wen Yu's mouth.

Her expression was more serious than ever before, even tinged with obvious panic, her clear eyes fixed on him.

"You're not allowed to say that word! From now on... no matter what happens, you're not allowed to say it!"

Wen Yu was taken aback by her sudden seriousness and the warmth of her palm, and then a look of tenderness and affection spread across his eyes.

He nodded obediently and hummed in agreement.

Only after Su Qingyao let go did he smile and admit his mistake.

"Okay, I won't say it again. It's my husband's fault. Baby, you can punish me."

He paused, a hint of lewd seduction in his eyes.

"Even if... it's okay to bite me."

Su Qingyao blushed and snorted irritably.

"Bite you? Isn't that a reward? It's not punishment!"

"How can this not be punishment?"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

"When the baby bites me, I feel it, but I can only endure it and can't touch the baby. Isn't this the cruelest torture in the world?"

Seeing that he started making inappropriate remarks again after less than three sentences, Su Qingyao was both embarrassed and annoyed, and pinched his lean waist.

"hiss--!"

Wen Yu gasped dramatically, baring his teeth as he grabbed her mischievous hand, but his tone was laced with a mischievous smile.

"Baby, pinch somewhere else. This won't do. This is an important foundation for your future happiness and well-being, and we have to protect it."

"Wenyu!!!"

Su Qingyao blushed deeply at his blatant implication, jumped off his lap, and stomped hard on his foot.

Wen Yu neither dodged nor flinched, but instead leaned back on the sofa with a sullen smile, looking languid and ready to be taken advantage of, while still teasing her.

"Baby, you can kick me again."

"You can step on my chest, my waist, there."

"Being stepped on by my wife...it seems kind of fun."

Su Qingyao couldn't handle Wen Yu's words. She blushed and glared at him before turning around to pour herself a glass of water to calm down.

She only realized what was happening after she had just walked to the coffee table.

The living room seems unusually quiet.

She looked around and realized that Zhang Miaoke and Wen Zhaoyue had disappeared sometime earlier.

"Huh? Where are Miaoke and Yueyue?" She looked at Wenyu in confusion.

Wen Yu leaned back lazily on the sofa, propping his forehead with one hand, watching her with a leisurely air and a playful smile in his eyes.

"Of course, they were quick to leave when I arrived."

He drawled, "Otherwise what? Are you going to stay and watch us get intimate?"

He paused, as if thinking of something interesting, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, his tone becoming even more ambiguous.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't actually...like being watched while kissing, do you?"

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice to entice her.

"Tsk, it's a bit perverted, but if the baby likes it... well, maybe it's not so bad?"

Su Qingyao's mind was buzzing, completely filled with Wen Yu's rapid-fire remarks.

The grievances and sadness caused by the previous rumors were strangely diluted by this sense of shame and anger.

She glared at him angrily, grabbed a soft cushion from the sofa, and threw it at him without saying a word.

"You big scoundrel! Shameless! I'll beat you up!"

The pillow was so soft and fluffy that it barely hit me; it felt like a tickle.

Wen Yu cooperated perfectly, letting out an "ouch" and making a dodging gesture, moving nimbly around the sofa area, his eyes full of indulgence and pampering.

"Can't hit it, can't hit it~ My hand speed is too slow."

"Stop right there!"

"I won't stand still, baby, come and catch me!"

The two chased each other, playing around on the sofa from one end to the other, with cushions becoming their only "weapons," flying back and forth in the air.

Laughter, scolding, and Wen Yu's deliberately teasing squeals mingled together, filling the entire living room.

The suffocating gloom that had been there before was completely dispelled by this simple yet energetic playful banter.

Finally, Su Qingyao collapsed onto the sofa, panting, her cheeks flushed with a healthy rosy hue from the exercise, but her eyes sparkled with a relaxed smile.

Wen Yu walked over and scooped her up, letting her sit steadily on his lap, his arms naturally encircling her waist.

He lowered his head and affectionately kissed her forehead and cheek, finally placing a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"The baby is too weak."

He whispered in her ear, his breath warm, his tone filled with obvious doting affection.

"You're already tired after such a short time? You need to practice more, otherwise you'll be in bed all the time—"

"Hmm!"

Su Qingyao reacted quickly, covering his mouth before he could utter even more offensive words, her face flushing red again.

She scolded him, trying to make her voice sound righteous.

"I'm hungry! I want to eat!"

"Now, immediately, right now!"

Wen Yu's mouth was covered by her, and he made indistinct sounds, but his eyes were full of laughter.

"Which one should we feed you, baby?"