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

"I didn't!"

Su Qingyao glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, and hurriedly picked up her phone, holding the screen up in front of him.

"You...dance this!"

Wen Yu took the phone and looked down at it.

On the screen, a male anchor is swaying his body to the music, his movements deliberate and his eyes ambiguous.

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

Jealousy mixed with anger surged into his heart. His baby was actually looking at this kind of scum?

Why not look at him?

He looked at Su Qingyao, his tone filled with disbelief and accusation, "Baby likes...this kind?"

Before she could answer, he glanced at the screen again, his criticism and displeasure undisguised.

"What does he have over me? He's thin, his face is average, and his stamina is probably even worse—"

"Never mind that!" Su Qingyao interrupted hastily, "I want you to dance this! Are you going to dance or not?"

When Wen Yu was yelled at, he immediately put on an even more aggrieved expression, staring at her with pleading eyes, as if she were a heartless person who had started something and then abandoned it.

Su Qingyao felt uneasy under his gaze, but forced a glare at him and said, "What? You don't want to?"

"Yes, baby."

Wen Yu immediately responded, his voice drawn out and soft, "Don't even mention dancing fully clothed, even if..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze lingering on her face, before slowly uttering the last few words, his tone seductive and alluring.

"If I took off all my clothes and jumped, my husband would be willing."

"Wenyu!!!"

Just as Su Qingyao was about to explode, Wen Yu wisely raised his hands in surrender and started watching the suggestive video.

He looked quickly, his gaze filled with annoyed disapproval.

In just a few minutes, he took in all the repetitive, deliberately showy routines in the video.

A hint of mockery flashed across his eyes.

With such limited skills, they dare to flaunt their abilities?

"Baby," he put down his phone, his gaze fixed on her again, unfathomable, "I've learned it."

"So fast?" Su Qingyao asked in surprise.

"If the baby wants to see it, of course I have to hurry."

He paused, his tongue lightly licking his lower lip, and lowered his voice, "Of course... going slower isn't out of the question."

Su Qingyao didn't realize the deeper meaning in his words, but praised him.

"Wenyu, you're amazing."

Wen Yu smiled, his eyes sweeping meaningfully over her slightly flushed cheeks, and whispered something pointed.

"Of course, whatever the baby wants... I'm capable of doing it."

Su Qingyao nodded. "Then you can jump."

The music vibrated in the air, carrying a rhythm that tugged at the heartstrings.

Wen Yu's actions were completely different from those of the frivolous and pretentious male anchor.

Without exaggerated swaying, every gesture and turn was imbued with his unique control and strength.

The muscle lines were faintly visible beneath the hazy, transparent black silk fabric.

As the movements rise and fall, the tension accentuates the exquisite contours, and the more restrained the movements, the more a restrained and sensual the resulting allure becomes.

His gaze was fixed on Su Qingyao on the sofa.

His eyes were heavy, surging with blatant aggression and naked possessiveness, as if they wanted to transform into threads and wrap around her limbs.

Su Qingyao was about to lose her composure.

A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my cheeks felt burning hot.

My heart was pounding erratically, crashing heavily against my chest.

She tried to look away, but couldn't help following him.

The light glides over his firm chest that rises and falls with his movements, over the powerful lines of his waist and abdomen, and finally settles on his beautiful body lines.

That's way too much...

She clearly wanted to see him panic, to punish him, and to regain control.

But the ambiguous heat wave that filled the air at that moment made her dizzy and her mouth dry.

Her fingertips unconsciously curled up, gripping the edge of the sofa tightly.

Wen Yu was on the verge of losing control even more than her.

Those wet eyes, filled with an unconscious shyness and helplessness, stared at him intently, and the fire deep within him seemed to burn out.

Blood rushes forward.

The music continued, and her waist and abdomen swayed very close to the beat in front of her eyes.

From this angle...

Su Qingyao's eyes widened, and her neck flushed crimson.

Reason screamed at her to run away, but Zhang Miaoke's bold statement of turning the tables gave her a bit of bluffing courage.

She steeled herself, her eyelashes trembling, and flew off again.

.

The baby is staring at me.

The stimulation from this realization, like an electric current, surged violently into Wen Yu's limbs and bones.

The already surging desires grew even stronger, almost breaking through the limits of endurance.

He suddenly understood what the baby wanted to punish him for.

It means he needs to burn for her, lose control for her, and be utterly pathetic for her...

But ironically, at the very moment of greatest desire, the reins were tightened.

want to.

But I can't get it.

It is up to her to decide whether or not to grant it.

This is indeed the sweetest, and also the cruelest, punishment.

Sweat trickled down his chin, disappearing into the undulating shadow beneath his collar.

Wen Yu stopped in front of Su Qingyao, leaned down slightly, and his hot breath brushed against her burning earlobe, his voice hoarse.

"Baby, this is what you wanted, right?"

Under the lights, a strong masculine aura irresistibly enveloped her.

Su Qingyao almost forgot to breathe.

Wen Yu smiled and walked closer step by step, the sofa swaying slightly as it sank in.

He didn't sit down completely, but instead knelt on one knee beside her, forming a semi-encircling posture.

"Baby,"

He spoke, his voice low and hot from his earlier panting, each word seeming to carry a spark, "Do you like watching your husband wipe you?"

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

"It seems she likes it."

"I was so infatuated with it that I was completely lost in thought."

Wen Yu chuckled softly and reached out to take her hand.

His palms were hot and calloused as he easily pressed her cool fingertips onto his abdominal muscles.

"If you like it... then touch it properly."

"They're all yours, baby."

Su Qingyao's fingertips curled up, trying to escape, but he held them firmly in place.

"In that video just now, was he twisting like that too? Hmm?"

His other hand suddenly rested on her waist, pressing lightly through her clothes, mimicking a certain rhythm.

"Still like this?"

Su Qingyao trembled all over, as shame and a strange, unfamiliar fear swept over her at the same time.

"He didn't...he didn't..."

"Nothing?"

Wen Yu pressed her for details, his nose almost brushing against hers.

"Not as good as me? Or...?"

He paused deliberately, his gaze fixed intently on her glistening eyes. "Did I make the baby...feel anything?"

"Wenyu!"

Su Qingyao was so enraged by his blunt words that she felt like she was about to burst into flames, her voice soft and trembling.

"You, you fouled... You promised to listen to me..."

"I'm listening to the baby."

Wen Yu's thumb caressed the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist in an ambiguous way.

"My baby told me to jump, so I did. Now, it's my turn to check the results."

"Inspection...what?"

"acceptance……"

He slowly lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, leaving a trail of electric current.

"Did the punishment you gave me satisfy the baby?"

After he finished speaking, he applied slight pressure to her waist, pulling her towards him.

With his other hand, he loosened her wrist, then gripped the back of her neck and kissed her irresistibly.

He seemed to be replicating the dance moves he had just performed with his lips and tongue.

They attacked, entangled, and controlled her, forcing her to retreat step by step, leaving her no choice but to look up and endure.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose.

In her hazy state, Su Qingyao felt the hem of her black top being brushed up, and his hot skin pressed against her body without any obstruction.

She sobbed and tried to push him away.

But he pressed her even harder into the depths of the sofa.

After a long while, Wen Yu pulled back slightly, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

He looked at her hazy eyes, her flushed face, and her lips, swollen and moist from being kissed. A dark, turbulent look surged in his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He asked in a hoarse voice, his fingertip brushing against the corner of her lips.

Are you still watching other people?