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

She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, and without any principles, Su Qingyao compromised, nodding hastily in response, "Yes, Wen Yu is right."

"Does the baby still call me Wenyu?"

He pressed closer, his nose almost touching hers, his gaze burning beneath her wet eyelashes.

"You've got the baby wrong, you should call me husband."

"old……"

The name lingered on her tongue, but she was too shy to utter it, yet she couldn't bring herself to refuse Wen Yu in this way.

How come I never noticed before that Wen Yu could cry so much?

And yet she cries so beautifully, so...it's utterly irresistible.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qingyao lowered her eyes and changed to a more moderate form of address.

"……elder brother."

The two words, light and soft, carried the unique shyness of a young girl, like a feather gently brushing against the heart.

Wen Yu felt a slight jolt, as if struck by lightning.

The previous atmosphere of grievance and vulnerability vanished instantly.

The watery light in his eyes was quickly replaced by a deeper, more profound luster, and his body tensed for a moment.

His gaze toward Su Qingyao became unfathomable, surging with an undercurrent that Su Qingyao both knew and feared.

The temperature in the air rose silently.

Wen Yu subtly wrapped his arm around Su Qingyao's waist. "What did you just say, baby?"

He deliberately slowed his speech, his breath rising and falling with each syllable.

"My brother's hearing isn't very good... he couldn't hear me clearly."

"Say it again, okay?"

Su Qingyao felt weak all over from his hot breath, her ears and neck tingling, and her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

She couldn't help but tilt her head, protesting softly, "You...you clearly heard me..."

"I didn't hear you clearly."

Wen Yu denied it outright, his tone resolute and without the slightest hint of guilt.

He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

With his other hand, he gently stroked her face. "Baby, call my name one more time, just one more time, okay?"

His voice was extremely low, with a grating hoarseness, but his eyes were pure and innocent, as if he were flirting with her.

Su Qingyao was overwhelmed by the contrast; even the corners of her eyes turned crimson, and her long eyelashes trembled in panic.

Finally, under his scorching gaze, she mustered her courage and whispered it again.

"elder brother."

This sound was softer and gentler than before.

With a touch of shyness, and also with an unconscious intimacy.

"Well……"

A muffled groan escaped Wen Yu's throat unexpectedly.

He tensed up for a moment, then forced himself to relax, tightening his grip on her arm.

He really didn't want to admit that just hearing her call him that was enough to instantly shatter his proud self-control.

But upon further reflection, it seems perfectly reasonable.

She is Su Qingyao, and she is his baby.

Anything about her—a single glance from her, a soft call from her, or even just thinking about her—could make him instantly surrender.

Wen Yu moved closer to the person in his arms, burying his face in her neck, his breath growing hotter with each breath.

He spoke, his voice still deliberately maintaining a wronged tone, a stark contrast to the desire that almost burst forth from his eyes.

"Baby, what should I do...?"

Su Qingyao was taken aback by his abrupt question. Her previous shyness was replaced by worry. She turned to look at him, her tone filled with concern.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Yu did not answer immediately.

He kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin.

Then, very slowly, he raised his head.

Their eyes met, and their breaths mingled completely.

Looking into her pure and innocent eyes, Wen Yu's lips curled into a dangerous smile, and a hunter's glint flashed in his deep eyes.

He feigned distress, branding his burning answer into her ears.

"It's only right that you call me 'brother'."

"What should I do?"

Su Qingyao stood there, completely stunned.

"...Wen Yu, why is your mind filled with these things? I just called him 'brother'!"

She tried to back away, but his arm held her firmly around the waist like an iron clamp, preventing her from moving.

Wen Yu let out a low, muffled laugh, which made Su Qingyao's eardrums go numb.

"There's nothing I can do, baby."

He murmured with a sigh, "My mind... is filled with you, every single inch of it."

"You, you...you just...you did that yesterday..." The words had barely left her mouth when she wished she could bite her tongue off.

Sure enough, a hint of triumph flashed across Wen Yu's eyes.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking as if he had just realized something, his smile filled with a dangerous ambiguity.

"Oh? So the baby knew what I was doing last night."

"I didn't! I don't know!"

Su Qingyao was filled with shame and indignation and could no longer stay. She struggled to free her wrist from his grasp.

"I'm leaving!"

"Are you really leaving?"

"I'm leaving! I don't want to be with a big bad guy like you!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu loosened his grip and actually let go of her.

Su Qingyao was stunned for a moment. She tentatively got up and took a few steps hesitantly.

One step, two steps...

Just as I reached the door, I heard a suppressed trembling sound behind me.

Su Qingyao's heart tightened, and she turned around to look.

Wen Yu remained kneeling in place, his broad shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his eyes and brows, and his whole being exuded an indescribable... fragility.

Su Qingyao bit her lower lip, her toes seemingly being pulled by an invisible force, unable to move.

She couldn't ignore Wen Yu.

I could only turn back and gently squat down in front of him.

"Wenyu".

She called to him softly and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Wen Yu raised his head at that moment.

Those beautiful eyes were now terribly red, tears welling up in their sockets, threatening to fall, reflecting a heartbreaking light under the lamp.

He just looked at her silently, without saying a word.

"Wenyu...?"

Su Qingyao lowered her voice even further, her voice filled with a flustered bewilderment.

Wen Yu gave a self-deprecating smile and shook his head at her.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse, filled with a heavy nasal tone and exhaustion.

"Baby...you go, don't worry about me."

How can I ignore you?

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the turbulent emotions surging within them, and his voice was so low it was almost broken.

"Baby...do you...actually dislike me?"

"How could I possibly dislike you?" Su Qingyao's eyes widened in astonishment, completely unprepared for his question.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, as if using all his strength to continue, each word imbued with suppressed pain:

"Every time I react to you, you pull away... as if my desires are something that disgusts you."

"I didn't!" Su Qingyao hurriedly retorted, but her voice grew softer and softer due to her guilty conscience.

"I'm just not used to it... I've never experienced this before..."

Wen Yu raised his wet eyes, a fleeting, elusive glint of light flashing behind the tears.

"But last time in the movie theater, Baby clearly... liked it too."

"Wenyu—!"

Su Qingyao's ears burned, and she was too embarrassed to speak.

But at that moment, he gently took her hand.

"Then prove it to me."