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

Su Qingyao's ears burned at his question, and she vaguely understood what he meant. Her heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively shrank back, her eyes darting around, and her voice became very soft.

"What nonsense are you talking about... There are people outside."

"The sound insulation is very good."

Wen Yu's fingertips slid down her earlobe to the side of her neck, gently caressing that delicate skin, his voice seductive.

"Even if the baby screams at the top of their lungs, they won't hear it."

Su Qingyao was trapped between his seat and his body, feeling the heat from his chest and his aggressive aura that made her blush.

"Wenyu..."

She tried to put up a final resistance, but her voice was weak, "This isn't right..."

"What's wrong with it?"

He asked in a low voice, his nose brushing against her face, his lips lightly touching the corner of her lips.

"Yesterday morning, my baby proved himself, and I want to prove myself to my baby too."

Su Qingyao shrank back and pushed him away with her hand, "No need, no need for proof."

Wen Yu didn't give her any more time to hesitate, and lowered his head to kiss her slightly parted lips.

At first, it was just gentle caressing, but gradually, he deepened the kiss.

His tongue parted her teeth, eliciting an inescapable response from her.

His hand supported the back of her neck, his fingertips caressing the sensitive skin beneath her hairline.

His other hand had somehow slipped under her clothes, his palm burning hot, and slowly moved along the graceful curve of her waist, sending shivers down her spine wherever it touched.

A muffled sob escaped Su Qingyao's throat. She instinctively tried to curl up, but he held her tightly in his arms.

After the kiss, looking at her eyes glistening with moisture and her flushed cheeks, Wen Yu chuckled softly.

"Baby, close your eyes." His voice was terribly hoarse.

Su Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, yet a hint of rebellion arose within her. She insisted on looking at him with those eyes open, her voice soft yet stubborn.

"No way... I won't listen to you, you won't listen to me either."

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his chest heaving, "My husband listens to you 99% of the time."

He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, coaxing, "That last tiny one percent... listen to me, okay?"

Bad guy Wen Yu.

The remaining one percent is the one you absolutely shouldn't listen to.

Seeing that Su Qingyao remained unmoved, Wen Yu stroked her cheek, his fingertips lingering on the corner of her lips, the gesture ambiguous and tender.

"Did you see your husband's hand?"

He suddenly asked, holding out his hand in front of her, "Is it pretty?"

Su Qingyao's gaze unconsciously followed it.

Wen Yu's hands were indeed exceptionally beautiful, with fair skin, long and slender fingers, and distinct knuckles, exuding a clean yet powerful aesthetic.

She nodded, somewhat puzzled by his sudden question.

Wen Yu released his arm from hers, took out a disinfectant wipe from the side, and slowly wiped his fingers.

From the base of the fingers to the tip, every inch was wiped with utmost care and attention, as if making some solemn preparation.

"Baby, look," he said, showing her his clean hands again, his eyes deep.

"Extremely clean, isn't it?"

Before she could even process her thoughts, Wen Yu's kiss landed on her again.

Su Qingyao wore a knee-length skirt today.

Before long, she understood why he had asked that question.

too……

unacceptable.

Wen Yu is a complete scoundrel.

Su Qingyao's broken voice was completely swallowed up by Wen Yu's deep kiss.

"Baby, don't be nervous..."

He whispered, his lips brushing against the corner of hers, "Baby is so cute."

"...Baby, be brave enough to express your feelings."

Su Qingyao was in a daze, unable to discern where the immortal source was.

Wen Yu chuckled softly and kissed her tightly closed eyes. "Okay, I understand."

He gazed at her dazed eyes, a look of rapturous satisfaction welling up within him, fervently admiring the changes his baby was undergoing because of him.

In this private space, thousands of meters above the ground and enveloped by a sea of ​​clouds, all boundaries are melted and reassembled.

.....

Su Qingyao nestled in Wen Yu's arms, her breathing not yet fully calmed, her forehead and nose glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Wen Yu lowered his head and kissed her slightly damp temples.

She looked up at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but her eyes were misty and had no intimidating power at all; they were more like a kitten scratching at someone.

Wen Yu took a warm, damp wipe from the side and prepared to wipe her down.

Su Qingyao tried to dodge, but he held her firmly.

"Don't move," his voice was still a little hoarse, "If you move again... I can't guarantee what will happen next."

Su Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then realized something and froze, even holding her breath.

A hint of a smile flashed across Wen Yu's eyes, and he only released her after confirming that everything was in order.

Su Qingyao slowly turned around and secretly looked up at him.

At that moment, Wen Yu slowly raised his right hand.

The soft cabin light fell on his long, clean fingers, and he just watched quietly.

Then. . .

But it made Su Qingyao's eyelids burn and her cheeks instantly flush.

He looked up and gazed at her again, the darkness in his eyes deepening.

"."

Wen Yu spoke with a serious and calm tone, as if stating a fact, yet every word he uttered was burning with passion.

Su Qingyao was practically bursting with heat, her toes curled up, wishing she could hide herself in the gap between the seats.

How could Wen Yu... how could he do this...?

Wen Yu, however, calmly pulled out a new wet wipe.

His movements were ordinary, but because of his focused expression and previous actions, they seemed exceptionally alluring.

After wiping, he leaned closer again, his voice low and tinged with a triumphant smile.

"Baby,"

His breath brushed against her lips as he asked her in a breathy voice.

"Brother... is it okay?"

Su Qingyao's cheeks were burning hot, and she felt that the air around her was very thin.

Wen Yu holds a grudge.

However, Wen Yu, who was both aggressive and at ease just now, had a kind of...sexy quality that made one's heart race.

But she absolutely could not say those words.

Given Wen Yu's personality, if she were to show even the slightest approval, she probably wouldn't even have a chance to breathe afterward.

So she forced herself to remain calm, deliberately raised her chin, and said in a fierce but weak voice, "It's...it's alright..."

A knowing smile flashed across Wen Yu's eyes.

Her baby's bluffing look is so cute.

She was so embarrassed that her fingertips were trembling, but she insisted on putting on an air of "it's nothing special".

He didn't expose him, and nodded very cooperatively, his expression extremely serious.

"Hmm, the baby says it's okay, which means there's still room for improvement."

He leaned closer, a smile on his face, "Next time... brother, keep up the good work."