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

Wen Yu's voice was still choked with sobs, but the strength with which he held her was unbreakable.

"To prove you don't dislike me..."

"To prove that you too...can lose control for me."

"How...how can I prove it..."

Su Qingyao's voice trembled so badly that her fingertips even shook slightly.

Wen Yu gazed at her with his reddened eyes, and then slowly took her hand.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to retreat, but her fingers were already completely covered by his warm palm.

"Luckin Coffee, my... baby."

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice was extremely low, but his gaze was locked on her eyes, not missing a single change.

Su Qingyao's cheeks gradually flushed red, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were filled with panic and confusion.

, 了.

"Don't be afraid."

He coaxed her, his voice softening, but his eyes were so deep they seemed to want to devour her.

"Baby, okay?"

Su Qingyao wanted to retort, but all the words stuck in her throat.

She looked at Wen Yu's face, which was so close to hers, still bearing traces of wet tears, so fragile that it seemed as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Wenyu..." she called out helplessly, her eyes reddening.

"I am here."

He nuzzled her nose affectionately, saying, "Baby, you're so good."

He kissed her earlobe tenderly, whispering softly, his warm, wet kisses trailing down her earlobe.

"My baby is the bravest."

It's like unrolling a fragile silk scroll.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and the breath spraying on her neck was scalding hot.

Those delicate kisses still landed gently on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her trembling lips.

He suddenly stopped, his voice full of worry.

"I've won Wynn, haven't I?"

Su Qingyao shook her head in a panic, while Wen Yu gently coaxed her.

"It's all my fault... I miss my baby too much."

He was clearly trying to comfort her with the gentlest of words, but...

Su Qingyao avoided looking and could only keep her eyes tightly closed.

They were completely oblivious to the burning possessiveness and mad love in Wen Yu's eyes.

"right……"

He encouraged her, his voice growing even hoarse, yet every word remained clear.

"My baby..."

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu's heart began to pound rapidly, then returned to calm.

,.

The silence in the room grew louder, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

Wen Yu nestled in her neck, his eyes still red and his face still damp, but his gaze had returned to clarity.

"The proof is complete," he said softly, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"My baby really didn't dislike me."

Su Qingyao stared at him blankly, her hand still frozen in mid-air. Chu Gan was terrifyingly vivid.

She was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Wen Yu felt a sweet warmth in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't suppress the curve that betrayed his feelings. Noticing this, he quickly lowered his eyelashes.

When she looked up again, all that remained in her eyes was regret and pity, as if her previous success had been nothing but an illusion.

"It's all my fault..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yu scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.

Su Qingyao wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face against the crook of his neck, enveloped by his warm breath and the scent of snowflakes.

The bathroom door was gently kicked open.

She was placed steadily next to the sink, the cool marble making her shiver slightly.

Wen Yu turned on the warm water, held her hand and rinsed it. The water was warm, and his movements were incredibly gentle.

"I...I can do it myself..."

Su Qingyao finally found her voice and stammered as she spoke.

Ke Wenyu seemed not to hear, his expression so focused as if this were the most important thing in the world.

"Okay, it's clean now."

Deceiving.

It can't be washed clean.

The touch, the temperature, and even his suppressed breathing from just now felt like they were etched into his skin.

She abruptly pulled her hand back, not even daring to look.

That's good now.

If you don't go barefoot, you can't even take your hands.

She hastily dried herself off, then rushed to the second bedroom as if fleeing, grabbed her bag, and ran out with her head down.

"I'm going to my part-time job... I'm off now!"

She didn't even dare to look back, running all the way out of his apartment until she entered the elevator, where she leaned against the wall, slightly out of breath.

Wen Yu leaned against the door, quietly watching her flustered movements.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture languid, but his gaze silently enveloped every inch of her panic.

"Slow down, the floor is slippery."

Only after the door was gently closed and the hurried footsteps in the hallway faded into the distance did the smile on his lips deepen.

His face was reflected in the mirror.

The satisfaction in his eyes was like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, spreading out in a deep and subtle way.

Satisfied, frenzied, and with a hint of the scrutiny of a successful hunt.

It's so cute.

Her fingertips trembled with fear, and her eyelashes were wet with tears, yet she still indulged his absurd request.

I remember her trembling figure with her eyes closed, the unconscious curling of her fingertips, and the last glimpse of her panicked retreat.

Like a little rabbit whose fur has been scratched by a trap, it panicked and ran away without thinking.

He chuckled softly and slowly wiped the corner of his eye with his fingertips.

It had long since dried, but he could still feel the moisture he had deliberately forced out.

Tsk.

He looked at himself in the mirror and slowly squinted.

The baby seems to be especially soft-hearted when he cries.

Those feigned vulnerabilities and deliberate displays of weakness earned her her soft heart, her closeness, and her indulgence.

So the key was here.

I should cry more often in the future.

So... she agreed to everything.

The tap wasn't turned off properly, and it dripped.

Wen Yu walked over and casually tightened the screws.

Today's dose of "proof" was just right, enough to keep her tossing and turning at night, but not enough to scare her away completely.

It's time for her to process this on her own.

The phone screen lit up in the dim light; it was a message from Qin Yue.

"Young Master, Zhou Yibei has persuaded his grandfather to return from Yunding."

His knuckles snapped shut with such force that the phone casing emitted a faint groan.

You've come back just in time.

Just when his relationship with the baby was starting to warm up and improve.

A year ago, he had a way to make that eyesore "voluntarily" roll away to the distant clouds.

A year later, he naturally had even more methods to make it so that even the air in Beijing was difficult for him to breathe.

The mere thought of Zhou Yibei's name instantly transformed the sinister aura in Wen Yu's eyes into a palpable ferocity.

Images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

The girl nervously handed the love letter to the sunny and cheerful boy. Under the setting sun, it was as beautiful as a painting.

It was as if he were the outsider.

No, no.

No one can take her away from him.

No one can.

The baby is his, his alone.

A low, hoarse, cold laugh escaped his throat, tinged with the stench of blood.

The air around us seemed to freeze.

A violent impulse surged through my veins, clamoring to crush something.