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She took a small step forward, and the distance between them instantly shrank to less than ten centimeters.

Yu Le could even feel the warmth of her breath, which carried a faint fragrance.

"She looks good, she looks good, and her clothes look good too."

Liu Xiaoli parted her red lips slightly, her warm breath landing on Yu Le's chin.

The air conditioning in the mall was completely ineffective at this moment.

Yu Le felt her collar tighten and her throat dry, and spoke again.

"Let's hurry home, Mu Chen is about to start crying, she's probably looking for milk on the floor right now."

Liu Xiaoli's eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful smile.

"Okay, I'll do as Boss Yu says."

She hung the red fabric back in its place, her fingertips lingering on the silky smooth material.

"I'm going to the restroom, you wait for me here."

Yu Le breathed a sigh of relief and stood in the aisle with the milk powder in his hand, like a dutiful security guard.

Watching Liu Xiaoli walk away gracefully in her high heels.

He exhaled a long breath.

This woman is getting more and more difficult to deal with.

Liu Xiaoli did not go to the restroom.

She walked around a shelf and went straight to the checkout counter.

She pointed to the red silk lingerie she had just seen.

"Please wrap this up for me."

.........

The two drove home, with soothing music playing in the car.

Liu Xiaoli leaned back in her seat and turned to look at Yu Le, who was driving.

The man's profile was sharply defined, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel were long and strong.

She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips as she recalled Yu Le's innocent yet embarrassed appearance in the mall.

back home.

Push open the door.

The nanny was playing with Yu Muchen on the living room floor mat.

The chubby boy was holding a rubber toy and chewing on it with great relish, drool dripping all over his bib.

Upon seeing his parents return, Yu Muchen immediately dropped his toys and crawled over on all fours.

She stretched out her lotus root-like arms, wanting a hug.

"Aba! Eat!"

Yu Le put down the milk powder in her hand, scooped up her son, and weighed him in mid-air.

"You've gained weight again. You're really putting weight on yourself."

Liu Xiaoli changed into slippers and, while Yu Le was playing with her son, quietly stuffed the black shopping bag into the bottom of the bedroom wardrobe, covering it with a few coats.

evening.

Yu Le rolled up her shirt sleeves, walked into the kitchen, and skillfully tied on her apron.

Take fresh pork ribs and winter melon out of the refrigerator, and quickly slice them on the cutting board.

Blanch the pork ribs, skim off the foam, add scallions, ginger, and cooking wine, and simmer over low heat.

Heat oil in a wok, sauté scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, then add shredded pork and green peppers and stir-fry over high heat.

Upon smelling the odor, Yu Muchen frantically pounded on the glass door outside the kitchen, protesting incoherently.

Liu Xiaoli changed into a comfortable silk dress and leaned against the kitchen door frame.

Watching Yu Le's busy figure.

This man may be powerful and influential outside, but when he comes home, he willingly cooks and cleans for her and their children.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around Yu Le's waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back.

"Honey, you've worked hard."

Yu Le held a spatula in her hand and flipped the spoon.

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Dinner time.

Three dishes and a soup were laid out on the table.

Yu Muchen sat in a special baby chair.

He was holding a piece of stewed pork that was cooked until tender, and his face was covered in oil as he ate it.

Yu Le would occasionally wipe his mouth with a tissue.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you. It's not like I've been mistreating you."

Liu Xiaoli ate very little today.

Her gaze would occasionally drift across the dining table and land on Yu Le.

It carries a somewhat indescribable meaning.

Under the tablecloth.

Liu Xiaoli kicked off her slippers.

Smooth, bare feet slowly rubbed up Yu Le's calves.

Yu Le was drinking soup when he suddenly coughed twice.

He put down the bowl, precisely pressed down on the mischievous little foot under the table, and asked with his eyes: What do you want to do?

Liu Xiaoli, however, acted as if nothing had happened, elegantly sipping a mouthful of warm water.

"The food isn't to your liking?" Yu Le asked in a low voice.

Liu Xiaoli shook her head.

"No, it's fine."

After dinner, it's always dad time.

Yu Le filled the bathtub with warm water.

I tested the water temperature.

Put Yu Muchen, who had been stripped down to her "little meatball" form, inside.

The little guy got incredibly excited as soon as he got into the water, splashing water all over Yu Le's face with his chubby little hands.

"You brat, behave yourself."

Yu Le wiped the water off her face.

Take the baby-specific bath wash and lather it up in your hands.

She carefully washed her son's chubby little face.

After showering, wrap yourself in a bath towel.

Skillfully apply baby powder and change into a clean diaper.

Yu Le took the baby bottle to the kitchen to make formula.

The temperature was controlled perfectly.

Late at night.

Yu Muchen finally got tired of all the fuss.

After finishing her bedtime milk, she lay sprawled out in her crib.

My lower abdomen rises and falls with each breath.

After taking a shower, Yu Le returned to the master bedroom, changed into loose cotton pajamas, and leaned against the headboard.

Holding a copy of "The Devil Wears Prada" in my hand, I was reading, but my mind was wandering.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The frosted glass reveals the woman's graceful curves.

Yu Le turned a page of the novel.

But I just couldn't focus my gaze on those densely packed words.

He rubbed his temples in frustration.

I forced myself to refocus on the script.

The water flow has stopped.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open.

A wave of moist steam, carrying the fresh scent of shower gel, wafted into the bedroom.

Yu Le subconsciously raised her head.

Their gazes froze instantly.

The script in his hand slipped directly onto the bed.

Liu Xiaoli stood by the bed.

Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders.

Water droplets dripped down her hair and disappeared into the deep, bottomless ravine.

She was wearing the same red "battle outfit" she had worn in the mall during the day!

The minimal amount of fabric barely covered anything, and the fiery red silk contrasted sharply with the alabaster-white skin, creating a striking visual impact.

The thin shoulder straps clung to her delicate collarbones.

The design on the chest is extremely daring, with large swathes of snow-white skin peeking out from under thin silk threads.

But this veiled allure is all the more captivating.

The waist tie accentuated her slender curves.

Her long, straight legs gleamed alluringly under the light.

Yu Le felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He took a deep breath.

"When...did you buy it?"

His voice was already a little hoarse, carrying a suppressed anger.

Liu Xiaoli walked barefoot on the soft carpet, step by step, slowly to the bedside.

She knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward.

That stunning red color instantly drew closer to Yu Le's gaze.

She didn't respond, but stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched Yu Le's chest.

Drawing circles through the thin pajamas.

The warmth of your fingertips is transmitted through the fabric.

"During the daytime, in the mall, didn't someone avoid glancing around too much?"

"Didn't they say this garment doesn't even have pockets and is impractical?"

Liu Xiaoli tilted her head slightly, her eyes exuding a deadly charm.

"Why are you now so reluctant to even blink?"

Yu Le grabbed her mischievous hand, and the scalding hot palm startled her.

He lowered his voice, his gaze fixed intently on the woman before him.

Do you know the consequences?

Liu Xiaoli didn't back down at all; instead, she moved forward even further.

Her red lips almost touched Yu Le's chin.

"The consequences? How does Boss Yu plan to punish me?"

Before the words were even finished, the world spun around!

Yu Le suddenly rolled over and pressed her hard onto the soft bed.

The fiery red silk blooms freely on the pure white sheets, like a rose blooming in the snow.

Liu Xiaoli exclaimed in surprise, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her red lips to Yu Le's ear, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a trembling smile.

"Didn't you say you didn't want these clothes during the day?"

"And now?"

Yu Le's gaze was extremely aggressive.

"Now I realize that this outfit is really impractical."

"Because it will soon turn into pieces."

The moment he finished speaking, he no longer held back and lowered his head to kiss those delicate red lips fiercely.

The temperature in the bedroom rose sharply.

Yu Le's fingers roughly and precisely untied the thin ribbon, and the red silk slid down her smooth skin without any further obstruction.

.........

As night deepened, the moonlight shone brightly outside the window.

In the nursery, Yu Muchen turned over, smacked her lips, and continued to sleep soundly.

They had no idea what kind of storm was brewing in the adult world.