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

Time flies when you're just having fun, and the four days in Stockholm passed in the blink of an eye.

Just when Su Qingyao thought their next stop was to see the aurora borealis, the plane landed in Copenhagen, Denmark.

Su Qingyao vaguely realized that this trip was clearly a tour of Northern Europe, not a trip to see the Northern Lights.

She went to Shen Zhixian for verification, and he adjusted his glasses and explained to her in a clear and logical manner the relationship between the current season, latitude, and the probability of aurora observation.

The study concluded that the chances of seeing the aurora borealis in Northern Europe in early July were extremely slim.

Realizing she had been deceived by Wen Yu, Su Qingyao stormed back to her hotel room, ready to confront him.

When I opened the door, Wen Yu had just come out of the bathroom.

He was only loosely wrapped in a white bath towel, which was just tied around his narrow waist.

His damp, gray hair lay messily on his forehead, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

The lingering moisture had not completely dissipated, outlining the beautiful lines of his upper body.

His broad, straight shoulders tapered downwards, and the defined lines of his eight-pack abs were particularly prominent under the soft lighting, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Her skin was a cool-toned ivory white, delicate and smooth. Water droplets slid slowly down the lines of her muscles, disappearing into the V-line between her waist and abdomen, and finally vanishing at the edge of the bath towel.

Su Qingyao's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it.

They even noticed a darker-colored mole a few centimeters below his navel, close to his V-line.

Like a speck of ink on a white canvas, it inexplicably adds a touch of hidden sensuality to this powerful body.

Her initial aggressive demeanor faltered instantly in the face of this highly impactful visual image.

While drying his hair with a towel, Wen Yu leisurely watched his baby staring blankly at his body.

A silent smile played on his lips; he was extremely satisfied.

Sure enough, my appearance is quite attractive.

His baby was clearly stunned.

He deliberately slowed down his hair-drying movements, and used a little trick when he stretched out his arms to make the muscle lines of his chest and abdomen more defined, making the few water droplets that slid down seem even more alluring.

After admiring her adorable appearance, with her eyes darting around yet unable to resist stealing glances, he slowly spoke.

Her voice was slightly hoarse from just having showered, with a hint of teasing, "Baby,"

He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over his own body. "Do you like it?"

"I like it..."

Su Qingyao subconsciously followed his words and blurted them out.

As soon as she finished speaking, she froze, then her cheeks flushed red. She raised her hands to cover her eyes, her voice both shy and anxious.

"Why...why aren't you dressed properly!"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, looking completely matter-of-fact. "Isn't everyone like this after a shower? Could it be...?"

He glanced down at the towel around his waist, then looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Aren't you going to wear it?"

He seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, then nodded. "That works too."

As he spoke, he made a move to untie the knot in the bath towel.

"No, no, no, no—! Don't! Don't take it off!"

Startled, Su Qingyao quickly peeked through her fingers and saw that his fingers were indeed resting on the edge of the bath towel, and her voice changed.

"That's good! That's...that's excellent!"

Wen Yu stopped moving, and said "Oh" as if he suddenly realized, drawing out the words, "So, baby likes to see me shirtless."

Su Qingyao: "..."

She wanted to bury her face in her hands. "You...you better put your shirt on right now! I need to talk to you!"

Instead of backing away, Wen Yu took a few steps toward her until he was right in front of her.

He reached out and easily pulled her into his arms as she covered her eyes.

Su Qingyao's hand, which was covering her eyes, made direct, intimate contact with his warm, firm chest muscles.

The touch on the back of my hand was firm and strong, and my skin still felt slightly cool and damp from the shower. I could even feel the steady heartbeat beneath it.

Su Qingyao felt as if she were being electrocuted, her face burning hot as if it were about to smoke.

Wen Yu lowered his head, his breath brushing against her flushed earlobes, and smiled. "Baby, just say that. What's up, hmm?"

Su Qingyao silently recited "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" several times in her heart before she could barely calm her wildly beating heart.

She carefully parted her fingers, which were covering her face, and cautiously tried to move away from his embrace a little.

Suddenly, Wen Yu's arm tightened.

She lost her balance and leaned forward. Her hand, which had been covering her face, slipped away, and her lips unexpectedly landed on his chest.

The position was perfect, right above his heart.

Wen Yu let out a muffled groan, and the arms around her waist tightened.

His breathing became heavy, and he lowered his head, his hot breath spraying into her ear.

"Baby, are you trying to seduce me?"

Startled by the sudden turn of events and the intense heat of the body pressed against her, Su Qingyao was so shocked that she didn't even bother to cover her eyes.

She hurriedly turned her hands over, pressing her palms against his hard chest, and tried to tilt her head back and turn her face away to let her lips escape his burning skin.

With this movement, something poised to pounce pressed against her even more clearly through the thin bath towel.

Su Qingyao felt a chill run down her spine and swallowed hard.

She tried to find her voice, but it still trembled slightly.

"I...I didn't seduce you!"

She raised her wet eyes and glared at him, trying to make her accusation sound more powerful.

"Oh, it's you...you big liar!"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, his eyes innocent. "Oh? Baby, what did I lie to you about?"

Su Qingyao began to speak with righteous indignation, counting his "crimes" on her fingers.

The more he talked, the more convinced he felt he was in the right. His cheeks flushed with excitement, and his eyes widened.

Wen Yu listened quietly, even nodding in agreement as she spoke, showing great cooperation.

After she finished her angry accusations, he slowly said, "I didn't lie to you, baby."

His eyes were focused and gentle. "The probability of people coming to see the aurora is low, but that doesn't mean it's impossible."

"You're making excuses!" Su Qingyao retorted, "Zhizhi said July isn't the best time to watch it..."

"Baby, this is the best time."

Wen Yu gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek with his fingertips, his voice even softer, "Baby, the time with you is the best time for me."

Su Qingyao felt a jolt in her heart.

A warm, gentle current surged forth from there, quickly spreading to her limbs and bones, making her fingertips feel slightly numb.

She shook her head, trying to stay awake. "Sweet talk."

She looked up at him. "Wen Yu, you're just lying to me."

As she spoke, her voice lowered, filled with a sadness and grievance that she herself had not anticipated.

"I...I hate being lied to the most."