It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

The call connected quickly, and Dou Xiao's excited voice came through: "Nan Yan! I knew you'd call me! Don't worry, that old bastard is just deliberately making things difficult for me, I'll take care of him sooner or later."

Nan Yan glanced nervously at Wei Xun opposite her; Wei Xun's face was so dark it could drip water.

"Um... I called to tell you..." Nan Yan's voice trembled.

"You said you missed me, didn't you?" Dou Xiao's excited voice came through the receiver: "I knew you missed me, and so did I! Nan Yan, you've been on my mind all day, I've thought about last night's kiss countless times..."

With a "click," Wei Xun's knuckles clenched so tightly that they cracked, and the sinister look in his eyes almost overflowed.

Nan Yan shuddered in fright, speaking at a speed that seemed like 1.75x: "Dou Xiao, listen carefully, I don't like you! Last night was just an accident, really an accident! Thank you... oh no, I'm sorry! Don't contact me again, I've never liked you, that's it!"

Then, amidst Dou Xiao's shouts, Nan Yan hung up the phone.

His chest heaved violently, and he dared not look at Wei Xun's face.

However, the phone rang almost immediately again, and the words "drunkard" on the screen were glaringly obvious.

Nan Yan immediately pressed it off.

However, the ringing bell seemed like a death knell, ringing again and again.

When the call ended for the third time, Wei Xun's face was extremely pale.

The moment the phone rang for the fourth time, he snatched the phone and watch from Nan Yan's hand and smashed it on the ground.

"Snapped!"

The casing shattered, parts scattered all over the ground, and the screen went dark. Nan Yan was too terrified to speak.

Wei Xun grabbed Nan Yan from the bed and slammed her against the wall: "He said he's liked you for a long time?"

"gentlemen……"

"How did you two meet? Tell me!"

Nan Yan was so frightened that tears streamed down her face, her lips trembled, and she could barely speak: "At...at the Haishi train station...he was drunk and vomited all over the place...the people at the train station asked me to clean it up. Later...later at the hotel entrance, he argued with the driver...he didn't have money to pay the fare...so I paid it for him..."

"You'd do this for a complete stranger?" Wei Xun gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with disbelief and rage. "Did he threaten you?"

"No……"

Wei Xun sneered: "You seduced him?"

Nan Yan shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face.

"You seduced him the way you seduced me?!" Wei Xun's voice suddenly rose. "You failed to seduce me, so you went to seduce someone else?!"

Nan Yan cried even harder, tears streaming down her cheeks: "No... sir... I didn't..."

The rest of the words were drowned out by the sobs.

"Say something!"

"Sir...please don't do this, I...I'm scared..."

Seeing his tear-streaked face, Wei Xun reached out and hugged him tightly.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice: "I'm scared too, Nan Yan... I'm afraid you'll leave me."

Nan Yan was stunned by his embrace, feeling completely at a loss.

He had never seen Wei Xun like this before, so vulnerable, so panicked.

Wei Xun loosened his grip slightly, cupped his face, and lowered his head to kiss the corner of his eye.

"Don't leave me," he whispered between kisses, his breath hot.

Nan Yan's tears slid down her cheeks and into Wei Xun's lips, carrying a faint salty taste.

He raised his hand and gently embraced Wei Xun's waist, his voice weak: "Sir, how could I leave you?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Xun's tense body finally relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He kissed Wei Xun's reddened eyes again: "That's right, you're mine, and you'll be with me for the rest of your life."

Then, he picked Nan Yan up in his arms and turned to walk towards the bathroom: "Your face is all messed up from crying, let me wash your face for you."

Nan Yan nestled obediently in his arms, her heart gradually calming down.

In the bathroom, Wei Xun turned on the warm water, soaked a towel, and gently placed it on Nan Yan's face.

A warm towel was used to wipe the corners of the eyes and cheeks, removing tear stains and residual tears.

Nan Yan closed her eyes, her eyelashes still trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed from the close contact.

"Alright." Wei Xun looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes gentle.

Nan Yan opened her eyes, met his gaze, her cheeks flushed even more, and asked softly, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Wei Xun reached out and gently stroked his cheek with his fingertips, the touch delicate and soft: "Don't you like baking? I want to eat cake, the one you made."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded, "Okay, I'll do it right now."

Wei Xun put him down and watched him run quickly out of the bathroom and head straight down to the kitchen, his steps as light as a little rabbit.

He followed her downstairs, sat down on a chair in the restaurant, and stared intently at Nan Yan, lost in thought.

Nan Yan took out her newly bought apron from the closet, tied it around her waist, and looked very cute.

He carefully and attentively weighed the flour, sugar, and butter step by step, following the instructions.

When whipping cream, the electric mixer makes a slight humming sound, and the cream gradually becomes fluffy and white.

Nan Yan stopped beating the egg beater, dipped her index finger in a little cream, and put it in her mouth to taste it.

The sweet aroma spread across his tongue, and he couldn't help but smile happily, his eyes curving into crescents.

Wei Xun sat in the restaurant, completely absorbed in what he saw.

Nan Yan's serious profile looked exceptionally gentle, and the cream mark at the corner of her mouth resembled a small candy, which was very tempting.

Suddenly, Nan Yan felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist from behind, the force steady and firm.

Wei Xun was tall and imposing, making Nan Yan appear exceptionally petite in his arms.

"Is the cream delicious?" Wei Xun's voice rang in his ear, carrying a warm breath that tickled his earlobe.

Nan Yan whispered, "It's delicious."

"How delicious is it?" Wei Xun rested his chin on the top of his head, his fingers gently stroking the apron strap around his waist.

Nan Yan turned her head and met his deep gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Would you like to try some, sir?"

Wei Xun smiled, said nothing, but reached out and pinched Nan Yan's right wrist.

Then, (delete description), Nan Yan froze, as if electrocuted, her cheeks instantly turning red.

He was an exceptionally sensitive person, and such intimate contact caused fine red marks to appear all over his body, making him instinctively want to pull his fingers back.

However, Wei Xun refused to budge.

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"Ah... sir..."

Finally, Wei Xun relented with a wicked grin, looking at Nan Yan's flushed cheeks, and whispered, "Delicious."

Nan Yan nervously withdrew her hand, wiping it on her apron, (delete description), but her cheeks grew increasingly hot.

Wei Xun raised his hand and turned him around so that he was facing him.

He braced his hands on the counter, trapping Nan Yan between them, and looked down at him with a smile in his eyes: "I'd like to try something else."

Nan Yan's heart pounded even faster, her eyes darting around as she nervously asked, "Try...try what?"

Wei Xun's gaze fell on the traces of cream remaining at the corner of his mouth. Recalling how Nan Yan had licked the coffee foam off his lips last time, a mischievous smile crept onto his lips as he teased him in a low voice, "What do you want to taste? Aren't you... the best at tasting?"

Nan Yan's face instantly turned bright red, and she lowered her head even further, not daring to look at him.

Wei Xun gave him no chance to dodge, lifted his chin, and leaned down to kiss him.

His kiss was intensely dominant; his tongue first licked away the cream from the corner of his mouth, then roughly pried open his teeth, searching for his tongue and entwining with it relentlessly.

Nan Yan passively endured it, her body trembling slightly, her hands instinctively grabbing Wei Xun's clothes, extremely shy.

Wei Xun's kiss deepened, filled with intense possessiveness, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Nan Yan was breathless from the kiss, her cheeks flushed.

After a long while, Wei Xun finally released him, and looking at his dazed eyes, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Nan Yan's cheek: "You're still the sweetest."