If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

The streets were shut out in the early morning, and only the chaotic breathing could be heard in the carriage.

The carriage slowly started moving, heading towards the outskirts of the capital city.

The carriage curtain had already been drawn, and Pei Yuening was held on Luo Ren's lap, nestled in his arms.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, and Pei Yuening hooked his arm around his neck, tilting his head back in response.

His lips were being held, his tongue was being hooked, and his breath was being completely enveloped.

Luo Ren's kiss was as deep as ever, with the warm, restrained aggression unique to those who have just woken up in the morning.

It's like slowly savoring the beginning of this morning.

Pei Yuening's breathing became disordered by him. He tried to step back to catch his breath, but Luo Ren gently pulled him back down.

He gave a soft hum, and just as he opened his lips, Luo Ren gently bit the tip of his tongue.

Although it didn't hurt, the itch made him tremble, and his hands tightened even more.

The carriage curtain swayed gently with the rise and fall of the carriage, and light seeped in through the gaps, occasionally brushing past Pei Yuening's drooping eyelashes and reddened ear tips.

He heard his own heartbeat mingling with Luo Ren's, their lips locked in a tight embrace, neither willing to back down first.

Their kiss grew deeper and longer.

Then Pei Yuening sensed it again.

That unmistakable change in body temperature, transmitted through clothing.

His knees pressed against Luo Ren's sides, and when the weight fell on his legs, the sensation from his groin made him stiffen abruptly.

Luo Ren was also stunned.

Almost at the same moment, both of them stopped moving.

The lips, which had been reluctant to part, finally separated, as if afraid of losing control.

Pei Yuening's breathing was still erratic, her lips were red, and her eyebrows and eyes were moist from the kisses. Her eyelashes trembled before she opened her eyes.

Luo Ren looked at him, his gaze moving from his moist lips to the reddened corners of his eyes, and then his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Pei Yuening's face turned even redder.

He didn't step back or say anything; he just lowered his eyes, then turned his face to rest on his shoulder.

His lips brushed against Luo Ren's neck, his breath pausing briefly on that slightly warm skin.

Then he tilted his head slightly and gently pressed his lips to Luo Ren's Adam's apple, almost explicitly.

Luo Ren's breathing became noticeably heavier for a moment.

He turned his head slightly and reached out to separate Pei Yuening's lips from his burning neck.

"Wait..." Luo Ren's voice was hoarse as he gripped Pei Yuening's waist, almost using all his willpower.

"Hmm?" Pei Yuening glanced at it with displeasure.

"We'll be at the manor soon."

Luo Ren frowned, almost deflated, and buried her face in Pei Yuening's shoulder.

"Not on the carriage... otherwise it would be disrespectful to you."

Pei Yuening chuckled softly, then her lips brushed against his earlobe.

"good……"

The carriage moved forward, the sound becoming gentler, and the road surface changed from city stone slabs to a dirt road in the suburbs.

The carriage quieted down, and Pei Yuening leaned on Luo Ren's shoulder, her fingers hooking the fabric of his shirt.

Luo Ren's hand was still on his lower back, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the edge of the vest.

After an unknown amount of time, the car bumped slightly and then came to a complete stop.

The coachman's voice came from outside the curtain: "Your Grace, we have arrived at the private residence in the western suburbs."

Pei Yuening lifted her head from his shoulder.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then Luo Ren let go of him, got up, opened the car door, and got out of the car first.

He stood by the car door and reached out his hand to Pei Yuening.

Pei Yuening grasped his hand and bent down to climb out of the carriage.

The main gate of the manor came into view; it was a gray-white stone building.

Ivy climbed halfway up the wall, its green hue glowing warmly in the morning light.

Two rows of servants were already standing at the door, heads bowed in unison. The elderly man who looked like a butler at the head of the group bowed slightly and said, "Your Grace, Young Master Pei, welcome."

Luo Ren nodded, but did not let go of Pei Yuening's hand.

He led him through the passageway lined with servants and straight toward the main gate of the house.

As Luo Ren reached the entrance to the hall, he turned his head and said to the butler in a casual tone, "There's no need to come in and serve us."

The butler bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness."

The door was pushed open, then closed behind him.

The sound of the lock clicking shut was soft and short, as if it had been prepared long ago.

Before Pei Yuening could even get a good look at the hall, Luo Ren grabbed her waist and pulled her back a step.

His back pressed against the door, and a warm kiss landed, completely different from the restraint he showed in the carriage.

This time it was deeper and harder.

Pei Yuening was pressed against the door by him, tilting her head back to respond, their tongues intertwined, their breaths churning wildly.

The sensation on my lower abdomen was even hotter, and the body heat transmitted through the fabric was more pronounced than in the carriage.

He slightly parted his lips to pause, only to be kissed again by Luo Ren, who held the back of his head.

The next second, he was lifted into the air.

Luo Ren picked him up horizontally, and Pei Yuening instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.

His knees were firmly supported, and he nestled in his arms, tilting his head back with his gaze fixed on his chin.

Luo Ren was the same.

He couldn't help but glance down at Pei Yuening, whose lips still had some lingering red marks. His gaze paused for a moment when it landed on Pei's face.

He picked him up, turned around, and walked up the stairs.

The master bedroom is at the end of the second-floor corridor.

The door was ajar, and Luo Ren opened it with a gentle push of his shoulder.

He went in and gently placed Pei Yuening on the bed.

A gust of wind magically swept past behind, closing the door and locking it.

The sheets were soft to the touch and had a light fragrance, which further enhanced the intoxicating atmosphere.

Luo Ren's silence lasted only a moment.

Then he leaned down, placed his hands on either side of Pei Yuening's ears, and kissed him again.

……

The sun was already high in the sky.

A few birdsongs drifted in from outside the window, but they sounded distant and indistinct through the heavy gauze curtains.

Light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a narrow shadow along the edge of the bed.

Tiny dust particles floated in the air, drifting slowly in the beam of light, making the room so quiet that only the two people's calm breathing could be heard.

Pei Yuening lay on her side in Luo Ren's arms, burying half of her face in his shoulder.

A thin blanket was draped over her chest, revealing only a section of her fair shoulder and a small, gently curved forearm.

His hair was still damp, clinging to his brow bone, his eyelashes drooping, as if he were extremely tired, or as if he had just woken up.

Luo Ren's arms were around his back, his palms were on his shoulders, and his fingers were gently resting there.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Pei Yuening's eyelashes fluttered, and she gently opened her eyes.

He glanced through the bed curtains at the light streaming in from the window.

It was almost noon, and the bright sunlight illuminated the texture of the gauze curtains clearly.

He and Luo Ren were holding hands tightly. He moved slightly, burying his face in Luo Ren's shoulder, still feeling a lingering tenderness.

"...Did I sleep for a long time?"

Luo Ren turned his head and glanced at it: "No."

"Um……"

Pei Yuening's shoulders trembled slightly before she managed to prop herself up a little from his embrace.

The thin blanket slipped a little off his shoulder, but he pulled it back up himself.

Luo Ren lay on his back, with one hand resting on his back.

His hair was a little damp, but his expression made him look much younger and more relaxed than when he was in his uniform.

Pei Yuening kissed him on the forehead: "Get up, you're so tired."

"it is good."