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

Su Qingyao's face flushed, and her breathing tightened.

Under his intensely oppressive and seductive gaze, she forced herself to nod.

"...But you...you can't go too far."

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile appearing on his face. "Don't worry, baby, your husband will definitely... make you feel amazing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his phone and sent a command to the driver.

The car smoothly turned around and drove into the heart of the city's dazzling lights.

Not long after, they stopped in front of a luxury five-star hotel.

Su Qingyao was led into the lobby by Wen Yu's hand, and the elevator went up to the top floor.

The door opened, revealing a room filled with soft, dim light, a faint fragrance, rose petals scattered on the bed, and several uniquely styled clothes and decorations.

Love hotels.

Su Qingyao's throat went dry, her heart pounded like a drum, and her fingertips curled up; she was momentarily at a loss.

Wen Yu closed the door behind him and gently led her into the center of the room.

He faced her and began to slowly and methodically unbutton his clothes.

From the collar to the chest, one by one, the movements were slow.

A pink halo flowed across his gradually exposed skin, outlining beautiful and powerful muscle lines, every inch exuding a fatal attraction.

Su Qingyao felt her cheeks burning, and her gaze involuntarily drifted away, unable to look any longer.

Wen Yu chuckled softly, reached out and gently pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face and meet his gaze.

"Wen...Wenyu?" Her voice was weak and trembling.

"Yes," he replied, his voice already a little hoarse, "My husband is here."

He took her hand and guided her, her palm pressed against his warm chest.

With her in hand, I slowly traced her taut abs, feeling the power and heat brimming within me.

Finally, the fingertip rested on a small, dark mole on the outside of his left pectoral muscle.

"Baby," he breathed heavily, his breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobe, his voice hoarse beyond words.

"Did you see your husband's mole?"

Su Qingyao was already blushing, and when he led her to touch that spot, she felt her fingertips burning.

The mole, nestled on firm skin, appeared particularly... erotic under the dim lighting.

She bit her lower lip, too embarrassed to speak.

A pleasurable vibration, mixed with her burning body temperature, enveloped Wen Yu in her chest.

"Baby," he asked in a whisper, "do you like it?"

Su Qingyao felt weak all over from his breath and movements, and the mole on his face seemed to have a magical power, firmly attracting her gaze.

She was indeed... seduced.

But shame made her bite her lip tightly, and she didn't make a sound.

Wen Yu didn't seem to be in a hurry.

He held Su Qingyao's trembling hand and slowly moved it upwards, his fingertips gently pressing on her prominent Adam's apple.

"Baby, do you see that?"

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "There's one here too."

Su Qingyao felt the skin beneath her fingertips was warm and full of life, and the small mole undulated slightly with his movements.

The overwhelming sensory impact was too much for her to handle, and she tightly closed her eyes.

That's way too much...

Wen Yu chuckled softly, placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, and then revealed the real rules of the game.

"What the baby needs to do is very simple."

His voice was hoarse and seductive.

"Count how many moles my husband has."

"If you miscount once, you'll grant me one request, until... you count correctly."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyao hesitated, tilted her head, and opened her wet eyes to look at him.

"It's...it's that simple?"

"Of course," Wen Yu smiled like a fox, "it's that simple."

He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. "Now, let's go wash up first."

Su Qingyao struggled gently in his arms, "I...I can wash myself!"

"Baby," Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, his reasoning so compelling that she couldn't refute it.

"I'm doing this to help you. If we wash them together, you can see more clearly and count them more precisely, right?"

Su Qingyao blinked, feeling a little dazed, and thought...it seemed to make some sense?

She blushed and nodded: "Okay, alright."

As a result, as soon as she entered the bathroom, before her clothes were completely removed and before the warm water had fully wet her body, Wen Yu's burning kisses rained down on her.

The flowing water, mixed with his aggressive aura, instantly enveloped Su Qingyao.

Her legs went weak and she could barely stand. She could only push against his firm chest with all her might, her voice both shy and anxious.

"You, you get out of my way! I'm going to start counting moles!"

Wen Yu lingered on her lips for a while, reluctant to leave, before finally releasing her with a soft laugh.

He walked directly under the showerhead, the water flowing down his tall, straight body, outlining increasingly clear and powerful lines.

He confidently showed himself off, saying, "Baby, look carefully, count carefully!"

Su Qingyao didn't even need to look to know that she must be blushing from head to toe.

Despite having been intimate with Wen Yu on several occasions, she carefully observed his body under the bright lights...

This is the first time ever.

Amidst the rising steam, his muscles were clearly defined, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, every part exuding just the right amount of power.

Water droplets slid over the well-defined abdominal muscles and disappeared into the more suggestive shadowy area below...

Su Qingyao felt her cheeks burning hot, and her heart was pounding like crazy.

He really does... have a lot of assets.

Wen Yu was facing her, washing slowly and deliberately, even with a theatrical air.

It was as if they were showing her a perfect possession that belonged to her.

Su Qingyao was so embarrassed that her toes curled up, her gaze darting around, yet she couldn't help but be drawn in.

The visual impact is too strong.

Just when she was about to give up and wanted to turn around and run away, Wen Yu finally let her go and turned around.

The broad, beautiful lines of his back muscles instantly caught her eye.

Water droplets meandered down the indentation of his spine, and a few moles on his back stood out clearly against his wet skin.

Su Qingyao held her breath, her gaze darting around in a flustered manner, silently counting in her mind.

One, two, three... there are five in total on the back.

Including the six moles on the front, there are a total of eleven moles.

After counting down to the last one, she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"Have you seen enough?"

Wen Yu turned off the water, casually grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around his waist, then turned around and looked at her with a leisurely air.

Water droplets dripped down his wet hair, sliding down his collarbone, his eyes filled with a smile and blatant seduction.

Su Qingyao straightened her back, trying to appear calm, and pointed outside the door, but her voice was somewhat unsteady.

"Get out now! I'm going to take a shower!"

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, but didn't make things difficult for her anymore.

He casually dried his hair, wrapped himself in a towel, and walked out calmly, still damp and exuding a strong masculine scent.

As he was closing the door, he turned back and gave her a meaningful smile.

Su Qingyao quickly closed the bathroom door, and the soft sound of it being locked could even be heard.

Wen Yu stood outside the door, listening to the slightly chaotic sounds coming from inside, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, his mood extremely good.

He walked to the bedside and sat down, casually picked up the remote control and dimmed the lights, his gaze falling on the slender, hazy figure behind the frosted glass.

Silly baby.

He silently curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Are you sure, really... have you figured it out?