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

Before he could finish speaking, he kissed her fiercely.

This kiss was unlike any other before.

It was surging, domineering, and filled with an undeniable predatory intent, instantly sweeping away all of Su Qingyao's rationality.

She felt like she was suffocating, like she was about to be swallowed whole by him.

However, without realizing it, her hands had somehow climbed onto his broad shoulders, her fingertips unconsciously digging into his muscles.

When she finally came to her senses and her unfocused gaze finally pierced, she met Wen Yu's face, which was so close to hers.

In those deep, peach-blossom eyes, besides the bewilderment and burning passion, there was also a hint of amusement and mischief.

His gaze slowly moved downwards.

Finally, it seemed to penetrate the fabric and land somewhere.

His voice was extremely low, with a hint of almost malicious mockery.

Each word, crystal clear, drilled into her buzzing ears.

"Baby……"

He paused deliberately, admiring her suddenly widened eyes, filled with shame and helplessness.

You seem to be...

"**."

Su Qingyao shuddered suddenly, all the shame and indignation she felt from being teased and provoked to the point of losing control erupting instantly.

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed Wen Yu, who was pressed tightly against her, away violently.

"Wen Yu! You...you big bad guy!"

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was trembling with sobs and anger.

"I don't want you anymore! Go away! You...you get away right now!"

The words "I don't want you" were like a sharp blade, unexpectedly piercing into the deepest, most sensitive, and most untouchable nerves of Wen Yu.

His entire body, from his expression to his posture, froze completely.

The lingering feelings of love and desire in his eyes were completely swallowed up by a more turbulent and darker violent emotion.

He looked up and stared intently at Su Qingyao.

A terrifying storm raged in those peach blossom eyes, like a ferocious beast on the verge of losing control.

"Baby……"

When he spoke, his voice was no longer teasing or coaxing.

Instead, it carried a chilling coldness, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between teeth.

"You are not allowed to say such things again."

He approached step by step, his tall shadow once again completely enveloping her, carrying an oppressive sense of absolute control.

"I don't want to hear those three words again."

Wen Yu locked his gaze into her panicked eyes, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, as if branding her soul.

"I am yours."

"It will always be yours."

"Since you've chosen me, don't even think about breaking up."

"I won't give you that chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave the girl no chance to escape. He leaned down, grabbed her, and pressed her down deep into the soft sofa.

His body pressed down, but it didn't completely cover him.

Instead, to her astonishment, he stared at her aggressively and slowly knelt down.

"Ugh—"

Even Su Qingyao herself felt a strange and shameful whimper, which escaped from her slightly parted lips.

A surge of electricity came through.

The most exciting part of the story was playing on the screen, and the voices of the male and female protagonists flowed through the space.

The girl's uncontrollable moans subtly blended with the blush-inducing sounds in the film.

Realizing this, Su Qingyao's remaining rationality was shattered by this double shock.

A wave of overwhelming shame washed over her, and she trembled violently, almost fainting on the spot.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes shining brightly in the dim light, brimming with undisguised infatuation and smugness.

He looked at her, as if savoring the memory.

"Baby."

He paused deliberately, looking at her unfocused eyes and her rapidly heaving chest.

"good-."

Su Qingyao barely managed to regain a bit of strength, and without thinking, she raised her limp leg and kicked the culprit.

The kick wasn't very powerful and was easily caught by Wen Yu.

He pulled it firmly against his body, the heat through the thin fabric making the girl's feet twitch as she tried to pull away but was powerless to do so.

Wen Yu's eyes, filled with love, were fixed on her, with a hint of seduction and allure.

"It's my turn."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and every word he uttered seemed to burn.

"help me."

Under Su Qingyao's incredulous gaze...

……

Su Qingyao lowered her head, her mind blank.

The belated sense of shame and absurdity surged forth, instantly shattering all defenses.

Her eyes quickly reddened, brimming with tears of pain and despair, as if she had been cruelly bullied.

She felt...

We probably don't need it anymore.

-

Zhang Miaoke counted on her fingers; this was already the thirty-fourth time Su Qingyao had spaced out today.

My friend stared blankly for a moment, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the innocent-looking plush dog on the table, and punched it hard in frustration.

That complex expression, a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and a hint of absent-mindedness, finally made Zhang Miaoke unable to suppress her curiosity, so she moved her chair closer.

"Yaoyao," she poked the dog that had been beaten out of shape, and asked tentatively, "what did it do to you? It looks so pitiful."

Su Qingyao paused, looking down at the adorable but deformed doll in her hand.

Yes, what could it possibly be wrong with?

It won't...

The one who's wrong is clearly Wen Yu!

She had previously thought he was like a gentle and loyal golden retriever, considerate and obedient to her every whim.

The results of it?

He's clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Or just... an insatiable wolf!

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed again. She reluctantly put the puppy down and rubbed her face.

"It's nothing, just a little anxious before the exam."

"I understand, I understand. You need to release the pressure in time," Zhang Miaoke patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"But Yaoyao, you really don't need to worry. You study so well, you'll definitely pass with high scores. Relax!"

Su Qingyao took her hand, her tone carrying an affectionate complaint, "Miaoke, you're so nice, unlike Wenyu."

"You big bad guy!"

Zhang Miaoke's gossip radar lit up instantly.

"Did Young Master Wen make you angry? What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Unable to resist her friend's persistent pleading and repeated assurances of absolute secrecy, Su Qingyao hesitated for a long time, her cheeks growing redder and redder, before finally speaking in a very soft voice.

"Miao Ke, do you think boys are... especially... energetic in that area?"

"In which aspect?"

Zhang Miaoke was taken aback, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and her voice rose sharply, "Oh~ that aspect."

She grabbed Su Qingyao's hand, almost jumping up with excitement, "You and Young Master Wen... you did that?!"

"No!" Su Qingyao hurriedly shook her head, her face turning even redder. "It's... him..."

Zhang Miaoke, quick-witted, gave her an "I understand" look and lowered her voice mischievously, "DIY? He helped you?"

"Wonderful!" Su Qingyao was so embarrassed that she wanted to cover her mouth.

Zhang Miaoke laughed and dodged, saying matter-of-factly, "What's wrong with that! Food and sex are human nature, it's just how we are!"

She leaned closer with a mischievous grin, "What's wrong? Was Mr. Wen's technique lacking? Didn't you satisfy our Yaoyao?"

"no!"

Su Qingyao subconsciously denied it, but then quickly changed her mind.

"Oh dear, I just feel like he seems to have... a bit too many needs..."

Zhang Miaoke shrugged, with an expression that said, "What's so strange about this?"

"Please, my darling Yaoyao, back when Young Master Wen first enrolled, there were thousands of posts on the forum discussing his physique and physical abilities!"

"His height, his build, his broad shoulders and narrow waist... he doesn't look like the type who can't do it."