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

Wen Yu's eyes were incredibly dark, and within the churning pupils lay a vortex capable of swallowing Su Qingyao whole.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"Baby...are you sure?"

Su Qingyao's face was already incredibly red, and her ear tips and neck were all pink.

Under Wen Yu's almost piercing gaze, she bit her lower lip and nodded.

She was instinctively afraid of such unfamiliar things.

But if the object is Wen Yu.

She seems less afraid now.

Upon receiving confirmation, Wen Yu's muscles tensed, and his blood felt like it was on fire, making him unbearably thirsty.

He took out his phone and made a call, but his gaze never left Su Qingyao's face for even a second.

"Now, immediately, take us to the city center."

He enunciated each word with extreme emphasis, conveying an unquestionable command.

"Book the best hotel, the most luxurious presidential suite."

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze burning and direct, filled with an almost explosive desire and possessiveness. Su Qingyao was terrified, her fingertips trembling.

The few minutes waiting for the car to arrive felt exceptionally long.

Wen Yu did nothing but hold her hand tightly, his thumb slowly stroking her delicate hand and fingertips again and again.

The seemingly close yet distant touch sent a shiver down Su Qingyao's spine.

Especially Wen Yu's eyes.

If eyes could speak, she would have already been dissected and devoured by Wen Yu hundreds of times.

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Under his undisguised gaze, Su Qingyao grew increasingly nervous, her breathing becoming shallow and hesitant.

Silence surrounded him, leaving only his burning palms and the impending storm in his eyes, a storm named after her.

The car headlights broke the silence between the two and stopped beside the tent.

Wen Yu opened the car door and, half-supporting and half-carrying, led Su Qingyao into the warm trunk.

As soon as the door closed, he pulled up the dark partition between the front and back seats, creating a private world just for them.

After doing all this, he gently pulled the still somewhat dazed Su Qingyao into his arms.

The car was well-heated, and he slowly unzipped her down jacket.

Su Qingyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with tears and tension.

Wen Yu didn't rush; instead, he lowered his head and kissed her lips with utmost tenderness.

A kiss so tender it was almost painful to look at.

Their lips touched, gently caressing each other, feeling each other's warmth.

He gently sucked, tracing the shape of her lips with his tongue, patiently guiding her until she relaxed and slightly opened her mouth. Then he tenderly entwined his lips with hers, deepening the kiss little by little.

Their breaths mingled, their lips lingering and entwining.

Su Qingyao felt dizzy and leaned weakly into his arms, letting him support her.

The kiss slowly moved down her burning skin.

The trail slid down his chin, lightly kissed his neck, lingered on his collarbone, leaving a faint red mark.

Finally, through that soft fabric...

Su Qingyao trembled all over, and a sob escaped her throat.

Wen Yu stopped.

He saw that Su Qingyao in his arms had misty eyes, her body rising and falling with moisture.

Wen Yu's breathing became heavier, and the desire surging in his eyes was so intense that it could not be dissolved, but he used all his self-control to look deeply into her eyes.

"Baby, are you comfortable?"

She bit her lip, almost shrinking back in embarrassment, but still nodded.

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his eyes overflowing with doting affection.

"As long as you're comfortable."

He gently touched the tip of her nose, his breath hot. "Don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle."

Even though every bone in my body is screaming for release, reason still firmly guards the front line.

This is his baby, her first time.

He had to cherish her and not let her feel any discomfort or fear.

He kissed her lips again, this time gently, but with a clearer sense of guidance and reassurance.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the hotel.

Wen Yu took off his coat, carefully wrapped the nearly limp Su Qingyao in his arms, and steadily picked her up, heading towards the private elevator that went directly to the top floor.

The only sounds in the enclosed space were the faint hum of machinery and his steady, rapid heartbeat.

Su Qingyao could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, each beat striking deep within her chest with each step she took.

The door opened silently and then closed gently.

Wen Yu placed her on the bed, but did not get up immediately. Instead, he continued to kiss her until their breathing became erratic, before finally pulling away with his forehead pressed against hers.

"Baby," he said, his voice hoarse, his fingertips tracing the corners of her moist lips.

"I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me a bit, okay?"

Su Qingyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her slightly swollen lower lip. "I...I'll go wash too."

Wen Yu chuckled softly and kissed the tip of her nose. "Baby, you don't need to."

His kiss landed on her ear, his breath hot, "Baby is very clean..."

He got up and walked towards the bathroom, turning back to give her a deep look as he stopped at the door.

That single glance was so raw, it contained everything that was about to happen.

Su Qingyao trembled at the burning gaze, and a slight urge to run away arose from the soles of her feet.

Soon, the sound of water began to patter, like an approaching rain, making Su Qingyao feel uneasy.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Wen Yu emerged from the rising steam, wearing only a bath towel.

Water droplets, still clinging to his lean waist, slid slowly down his muscle lines.

The room was completely dark, with only a faint light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, vaguely outlining the silhouette of a small, slightly curled-up figure on the bed.

Wen Yu's eyebrows curved silently.

His baby... is so cute.

Did you think that turning off the lights and hiding in the dark would stop you from being nervous if you couldn't see him?

He tiptoed closer to the bedside.

He casually untied the bath towel, causing the mattress to sag slightly. He lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped inside, still damp with moisture and burning with body heat.

Su Qingyao trembled with fright at the sudden intrusion.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a warm, soft, and moist sensation on the back of my foot.

It was Wen Yu's kiss.

She suddenly curled her toes, but Wen Yu traced his foot up her slender ankle, leaving a mark on her trembling calf.

He moved slowly, as if savoring something, and each touch sent shivers down her spine.

Lower leg, thigh, then slowly move inward.

Su Qingyao was trembling uncontrollably and couldn't help but sob timidly in the darkness.

"Wen, Wenyu..."

Wen Yu raised his head from under the covers upon hearing the sound.

In the darkness, his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Baby is so good."

His voice was hoarse and chuckled as his breath brushed against the sensitive skin on her thigh.

"You secretly washed yourself while your husband was showering, didn't you?"

Su Qingyao bit her lip, too embarrassed to speak.

He lowered his head and let out a satisfied sigh.

"It smells so good."

"Time to unwrap the delicious sweetheart."