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

Su Qingyao was startled, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

She looked up, her gaze falling on the street outside the door, shrouded in night.

Directly opposite the hotel entrance is a tree-lined avenue within the campus.

The streetlights weren't very bright, casting a dim, yellowish glow in the damp, cold air.

At the boundary where the light and shadows of the trees intertwine, a tall and slender figure stands quietly.

He was wearing a dark gray overcoat, almost blending into the thick of the night.

But that face was perfectly clear even in the dim light.

It is Wenyu.

He had one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear, his head slightly tilted, his gaze gently fixed on her.

Seeing her staring blankly at him, he chuckled, put down his phone, and opened his arms.

Su Qingyao's brain completely shut down at that moment.

Shock, ecstasy, and an overwhelming surge of longing...

All her emotions overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

She even forgot that there were still a few classmates passing by, forgot that she was standing in the hotel lobby, and forgot all her composure and rationality.

"Wenyu—!"

A trembling gasp escaped her lips.

The next second, the body reacted before the mind could react, rushing towards that figure.

She weaved through the few pedestrians and stumbled straight into that warm embrace that belonged only to her.

Wen Yu caught her steadily and held her tightly in his arms.

The force was a bit strong, but Su Qingyao felt an unparalleled sense of security and satisfaction.

Wen Yu lowered his head, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

It was as if a person who had been deprived of oxygen had finally come into contact with air, letting out a low, satisfied sigh.

"Baby,"

He whispered in her ear, "Did you like this surprise?"

Not far away, Li Wei, a senior student who had just arrived at the hotel entrance, and several other team members stared in disbelief at the scene.

The two embraced for a long time in the damp, chilly night of early winter in Shanghai.

Su Qingyao's eyes welled up with tears.

When you're loved, everything you do feels wonderful.

Wen Yu relaxed his arms and looked down at her cheeks and nose, which were slightly red from the night wind.

He reached out and pulled the cashmere scarf around her neck tighter, making sure no cold wind could get in.

"Come on, it's cold outside, let's go back to the hotel first."

Wen Yu took her hand, and they walked towards the hotel lobby with their fingers intertwined.

Only then did Su Qingyao belatedly remember her teammates and teachers, and the heat that had just subsided on her face rose again.

She looked somewhat embarrassed at her senior classmate Li Wei and the teacher Wang who were standing not far away.

Wen Yu noticed her gaze and looked over. His face remained expressionless as he nodded slightly in that direction as a greeting.

"Teacher Wang, students,"

Wen Yu spoke, his tone as calm and polite as ever.

"Thank you all for your hard work today. My little Yaoyao will need your continued care in the next few days."

"The basic room type at this hotel is not very good. Everyone needs to rest well during the competition. I have already contacted the hotel to upgrade everyone's rooms to the executive floor. I will settle the relevant fees directly. I hope that everyone can stay more comfortably in the coming days and be in better condition for the competition."

He spoke casually, but his words surprised the teachers in charge and several team members from ordinary families.

Executive floors? All upgraded?

This is quite a gesture...

Teacher Wang quickly waved her hand: "Mr. Wen, this is too much of an expense. The school has funds allocated for it..."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, Teacher Wang, please don't refuse."

Wen Yu's tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable weight.

"Yaoyao is grateful for the care she received from all the teachers and students at Peking University. It's my duty to do so. My people will handle the follow-up. Everyone can just go to the front desk to change their room cards."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. He tightened his grip on Su Qingyao's hand, nodded politely to everyone, and then led her straight to the elevator.

He pressed the button that led to the top floor.

The elevator doors closed, leaving only the two of them in the small space, their figures reflected in the mirrored wall.

Su Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and asked softly, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Yu lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her forehead.

"My flight is this afternoon, I wanted to surprise you."

There was a hint of weariness in his eyes, but more than that, there was a sense of satisfaction that his wish had been fulfilled.

"I couldn't hold back anymore after not hearing from you all day."

The elevator reached the top floor.

Wen Yu led her to the presidential suite at the end of the corridor.

The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Shanghai's dazzling nightscape, while magnificent chandeliers illuminate the exquisite furniture and artwork, and a subtle fragrance permeates the air.

Before Su Qingyao could even sigh, the door behind her locked, and Wen Yu pinned her against it.

Wen Yu supported her ear with one hand and cupped her face with the other.

The next second, hot lips covered mine.

It was filled with an eagerness to hold someone tightly in one's arms, carrying the longing and demands that had been suppressed all day.

Su Qingyao was breathless from the intense, even fierce, kiss.

After the initial surprise came an equally overwhelming response.

She raised her hand to wrap around his neck, her fingertips running through his thick hair, and stood on tiptoe, responding to him with a youthful yet passionate devotion.

Every second of longing during our separation has transformed into the most direct fusion of our lips and teeth at this moment.

In the quiet suite, only the ambiguous sound of water and increasingly heavy breathing remained.

Su Qingyao felt her legs go weak and her lungs stung slightly from lack of oxygen. Wen Yu forced himself to back away, panting.

His forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling hotly.

Looking at her lips, glistening and swollen from being kissed, and her eyes, misty with passion.

Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a deep, dark look surged in his eyes.

But he simply took a few deep breaths and used his strong self-control to forcefully suppress the desire that was about to break free.

He raised his hand, his thumb gently brushing against the corner of her lips.

"Okay, baby..."

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze was much clearer, though his voice remained low and hoarse.

"It's late, let's get some rest. You have to get up early tomorrow to prepare for the competition, so don't overwork yourself."

Su Qingyao leaned against him, feeling the violent rise and fall of his chest and his equally unsteady heartbeat, her cheeks burning.

Deep within her body, a strange, lingering thrill, stirred by him, remained.

She could hear the restraint in his voice, and her heart softened and warmed, but also carried a hint of inexplicable disappointment at being interrupted.

Looking at her flushed cheeks and misty eyes, Wen Yu knew that she was also moved by love.

My heart swelled with sweetness, and I couldn't help but lower my head and gently peck her lips several times.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

He soothed her with a deep, suggestive voice, his voice hoarse.

"My husband can tell that the baby misses me."

"After the match..."

He paused, then kissed her flushed earlobe.

"How about I treat my little sister better again?"