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

On the screen, Wen Yu, with his collarbone partially exposed, dark eyes, and even the way he played with a lighter exuded a lazy, lustful aura, precisely teased every nerve of Su Qingyao.

She was indeed seduced.

My heart was pounding so hard I almost nodded in agreement.

She shook her head, coughed lightly, and tried to make her voice sound assertive, "Why didn't you come back with me?"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, moved his face closer, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. "Back where? Your dorm?"

He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes grew intense, and he held her tightly in his arms. His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a seductive and alluring quality.

"My wife's been naughty...you seduced your husband to your dorm, didn't you?"

Su Qingyao straightened her back, her expression fierce but her heart weak.

"What, you're scared?"

She even tilted her chin up slightly and deliberately made a "tsk" sound.

"I thought you were fearless, but it turns out... Wenyu is a coward."

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly.

"Honey, you're using reverse psychology so obviously."

He paused deliberately, watching her on the screen as she slightly held her breath.

Then he narrowed his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping across her face, from her trembling eyelashes to her tightly pursed lips, until Su Qingyao was about to crumble under his burning gaze, before he gently curled the corners of his lips.

"However, my husband is very susceptible to this."

His eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if he were plotting an elopement. "How about, honey... sneaking up here?"

Seeing Wen Yu's serious expression, Su Qingyao regretted her earlier smugness.

But his gaze involuntarily drifted to the tall, slender figure downstairs in the dormitory building.

With just one glance, my heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly and was pounding violently again.

I want to see Wenyu.

Right now, at this moment.

The impulse came on so fiercely that it was about to overwhelm the last vestiges of reason.

However, the dormitory gate was already locked, so we couldn't get in or out.

On the screen, Wen Yu could clearly see the hesitation and struggle on her face, as well as the small flame burning in her eyes.

He smiled indulgently, his fingertips gently tapping the edge of the screen.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it struck a nerve with her taut heartstrings.

"Baby,"

He finally spoke, his voice even lower, "Have you thought it through?"

Su Qingyao's breathing became slightly sluggish, and her heartbeat was clearly audible in the quiet room, fast and heavy.

Gazing into his unfathomable eyes, she bit her lower lip and spoke uncertainly after a long while.

"Wenyu, can you catch me?"

Wen Yu's teasing lips suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming joy engulfed him.

He just wanted to tease the baby, but he didn't expect the baby to...

The baby felt sorry for him.

The baby trusts him.

The baby, like him, misses him and wants to see him.

Wen Yu pressed his hand to his wildly beating chest, his eyes burning brightly.

"Your husband can do pull-ups with a 50-kilogram weight," he said with a smile and certainty.

"There's more than enough room to catch you from the second floor."

Su Qingyao's face flushed, and she nodded gently.

"Wait for me a moment... I'll go change my clothes."

The video call ended.

A moment later, Su Qingyao reappeared on the balcony.

Night had fallen, and the dormitory building was shrouded in darkness, with only a few windows still faintly lit.

Su Qingyao leaned against the cold balcony railing and looked down.

Wen Yu stood downstairs with his arms outstretched, looking up at her.

The night breeze ruffled the silver hair on his forehead, and his eyes, calm and focused, were the only reliable anchor in the darkness.

"Baby, don't be afraid, look at me."

"Believe me."

Su Qingyao took a deep breath, the coolness of the night seeping into her lungs, but it couldn't suppress the pounding of her heart in her chest.

She had never done anything so outrageous before.

Climb over the balcony and jump... Just thinking about it makes my fingertips tingle.

But when her gaze fell upon the resolute figure downstairs, a strange courage arose within the tension that almost overwhelmed her.

She braced herself against the railing and carefully lifted her leg to straddle it.

The cool touch came through her jeans, and the night wind suddenly became fierce, blowing her hair wildly and making her shiver involuntarily.

"Baby, don't look down, look at me."

Wen Yu's voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable power of reassurance.

Su Qingyao forced herself to fix her gaze on him.

He stood firm, poised and ready to bear all her weight and unease.

Close your eyes, then open them again.

She loosened her grip on the railing and leaned forward slightly.

The momentary feeling of weightlessness almost made her scream, her heart leaping into her throat.

The wind whistled past my ears, and my vision spun.

The pain of fear did not come.

A pair of arms, strong and steady, firmly gripped her waist and the back of her legs.

The immense impact caused Wen Yu's body to sink slightly, but he quickly regained his footing.

A firm, warm touch and a familiar scent enveloped Su Qingyao.

Still shaken, Su Qingyao gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly with her fingers, her cheek pressed against his warm neck, clearly feeling the steady, powerful pulse of his carotid artery, intertwined with her own still-frenzied heartbeat.

Wen Yu pulled her closer to his chest, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair.

His tense body finally relaxed completely the moment he caught her, followed by an indescribable sense of satisfaction and overwhelming excitement.

"Received."

His voice was low and husky, filled with laughter and satisfaction.

"My treasure."

Su Qingyao trembled slightly in his arms, not from fear, but from exhaustion from the sudden relaxation after extreme tension.

She slowly raised her head and met his eyes, which were so close to hers.

It was filled with love and her tiny figure.

After a long while, Su Qingyao finally spoke softly, her voice slightly nasal.

Is it heavy?

Wen Yu chuckled softly, "Perfect."

He scooped her up on his arms, picked her up, and turned to walk towards the car. "If she's too light, she might be blown away by the wind; if she's too heavy... I can catch her."

Su Qingyao buried her face in his shoulder, her ears burning, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

After he carefully placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, Wen Yu leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead, his voice incredibly gentle.

"go home."

The sports car sped along.

When we arrived at the apartment, it was pitch black inside.

Su Qingyao was puzzled as to why Wen Yu didn't turn on the lights. Just as she was about to speak, an irresistible force came from behind and tightly embedded her in a burning embrace.

One hand simultaneously covered her mouth as she gasped in surprise.

A deep, pleasant laugh sounded above her head, and breath brushed against her hair. "Don't move... I'm a bandit."

Realizing it was Wen Yu's prank, Su Qingyao was instantly filled with shame and anger.

"Wenyu! You...you scared me to death!"

But the person behind her went too far, his warm, soft lips and tongue taking her already red earlobe into his mouth and sucking it lightly.

He felt the body in his arms tremble even more violently before he spoke leisurely, his voice filled with a wicked sense of amusement.

"Su classmate, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Wen Yu... I'm a bandit."

"You got into my car just now, so now you can do whatever you want with me."