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

In the darkness, the senses are amplified infinitely.

The warmth of his chest, the strength of his arms, and the familiar scent lingering around her nose all made her heart race.

After the initial shock, a sense of absurdity and amusement surfaced.

She simply relaxed and leaned against him, her voice muffled in his palm, soft and helpless.

"Sir, what do you want to rob, please tell me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a heavy body pressed against her back.

Wen Yu lowered his head, his nose brushing against the smooth skin on the back of her neck, his voice filled with undisguised desire, "Su classmate..."

He asked slowly and deliberately, his breath hot.

"Does that sound like you're asking a question you already know the answer to?"

"What am I robbing...?"

"Isn't it already obvious?"

After saying that, Wen Yu released his hand from Su Qingyao's mouth and instead pinched her chin.

A warm kiss landed on the back of her neck, with delicate nibbling and licking, as if savoring a long-desired dessert.

"Thugs... are all unreasonable, Su."

He murmured indistinctly, his hot breath burning her skin, "Now, the hostage must behave."

Su Qingyao was trapped between the door panel and her body, unable to move.

Sight is deprived, but other senses become unusually acute.

She could feel the taut muscles beneath his shirt, smell the night breeze emanating from him, and clearly sense the threat that was about to strike.

"Wenyu..."

Her voice trembled, the last syllable of which was interrupted by his sudden, intensified kiss, turning into a short sob.

"You called me by the wrong name."

He bit her collarbone lightly as if punishing her, leaving a slight pain and tingling sensation.

"Call him Mr. Bandit."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned her clothes with one hand, his gaze lingering on her soft waist.

His other hand slid down her arm, interlocked his fingers with hers, and pressed firmly against the door.

Are you scared?

He kissed her earlobe and asked softly.

His voice betrayed little worry, but rather excitement and trepidation.

Su Qingyao's heart pounded like thunder, and her body trembled slightly under his control.

Afraid?

Perhaps a little.

But more than anything, there was the dizziness of being swept into the torrent, and the deep, hidden stirrings of emotion that Wen Yu so intensely longed for.

She didn't answer, turning her head to try and find his eyes in the darkness.

Sensing her subtle movements, Wen Yu stepped back slightly, allowing her to see him clearly.

The faint light from the window barely outlined his silhouette, and his eyes shone brightly in the darkness, churning with a thick emotion that was both familiar and strange to her.

"Not going to say anything?"

Wen Yu ran his thumb across her moist lips. "That means you've given your consent."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply, like a bandit declaring his dominance, sweeping over all her senses and thoughts.

Su Qingyao was kissed until her whole body went limp, all the strength to support her body was drained away, and she could only rely entirely on the restraint of his arms and the door panel behind her.

Her fingertips curled up, intertwining even more tightly with his clasped fingers.

Just as she felt she was about to suffocate, Wen Yu stepped back, his heavy breathing and hot breath brushing against her face.

"Now, Mr. Bandit is going to carry out the punishment."

Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed bright red, and her mind went completely blank.

A familiar place, a familiar Wenyu Island, yet a completely different feeling and name.

"I'll ask one last time."

Wen Yu spoke slowly and deliberately, striking her fragile nerves.

"Su Qingyao, should we surrender to the bandits?"

He gave her a chance to refuse, even though his eyes and the tense lines of his body clearly showed that he would not accept a negative answer.

Su Qingyao looked at him, at this man who had shed his usual gentleness and was now only nakedly aggressive.

It's somewhat unfamiliar, but equally captivating.

My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, and blood was rushing through my ears.

She raised her slightly trembling hand and gently touched his lips, which were so close to hers.

Then, she closed her eyes and tilted her slender, white neck back.

A silent acquiescence.

Wen Yu's eyes darkened, and his blood was about to boil.

"A smart choice."

He lowered his head and kissed her vulnerable throat, which she had offered herself.

-

Yunmu Restaurant, 7 PM.

When Su Qingyao pushed the door open and came in, Song Yunyan was already sitting in the seat by the window.

He looked up at her, a perfect, gentle smile playing on his lips. He stood up and pulled out a chair for her, his movements elegant and impeccable.

"Qingyao, it's been a long time."

His voice was clear, just like the boy next door who always carried books and had a clean smile from many years ago. "You've grown up."

Looking at his familiar yet slightly more mature face, Su Qingyao felt much of the awkwardness of their long-awaited reunion dissipate.

She returned a sincere smile, "Brother Yunyan, it's been a long time."

Song Yunyan gestured for her to sit down, his gaze lingering on her subtly for a moment.

The Su Qingyao before him was no longer the naive and frail little girl he remembered, who always followed behind him calling him "Brother Yunyan".

Time has sculpted her into something amazing.

With porcelain-white skin and bright eyes, her once youthful features are now soft and beautiful, and her simple dress cannot hide her radiant beauty.

Especially after experiencing upheaval, the fragility that is faintly revealed beneath the effort to maintain calm is like a dewdrop falling on a flower petal, trembling and inviting one to pick it.

What was originally just Song Yunyan's casual thought of "catching up with old friends and flirting with the fallen beauty" has turned into a clear interest and possessiveness.

He habitually moves among all kinds of beautiful women, enjoying the thrill of chasing and conquering them, and watching the beauties being manipulated at will.

But a "prey" like Su Qingyao, who combines the filter of the past, stunning beauty, and a fragile and vulnerable quality, is truly rare, enough to arouse all his wicked interest.

He remained outwardly composed, still displaying his gentle and trustworthy demeanor.

"I heard about what happened to your family, but I was too far away to help you at the time."

His tone conveyed just the right amount of concern and regret.

"Auntie, are you alright? Now that I'm back, please let me know if there's anything I can help you with."

Su Qingyao felt a warmth in her heart and shook her head.

"Mom's condition has stabilized. Thank you for your concern, Brother Yunyan. I'm working hard myself, and things will get better."

Of course.

Song Yunyan affirmed, gazing at her tenderly.

"Don't push yourself too hard. If you need anything in the future, you can always come to me, just like before."

When he mentioned the past, Su Qingyao's eyes unconsciously filled with nostalgia.

During the meal, Song Yunyan cleverly steered the conversation towards amusing anecdotes from his childhood, and Su Qingyao's eyes crinkled with delight from time to time.

The waiter then served a dessert.

"Try this, I remember you've always liked sweets."

Song Yunyan pushed the small bone china plate toward Su Qingyao, his fingertips seemingly unintentionally brushing against the back of her hand as she received the plate.

A warm, delicate touch traveled through Song Yunyan's fingertips and straight to his heart.

His heart skipped a beat as he savored the brief moment they had just shared, his gaze fixed on her lips as she ate her dessert.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and his burning desire for this "prey" almost made him lose his composure.

He turned his head to adjust his expression, but in the brief moment he looked up, he met a cold gaze from outside the floor-to-ceiling glass.