The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

After sealing away all of Wen Miaomiao's belongings, Wen Song carefully placed them in the storage room.

"When she is born and grows up, I will show her this and tell her that these are things she used to use."

Wen Song looked up at Lu Shijing and asked, "Do you think she'll still have this memory by then?"

Lu Shijing held her small hand, subconsciously avoiding her gaze, "You probably don't remember."

"That's true." Wen Song looked somewhat dejected. "I wonder if she can adapt when she returns to the parallel world. After all, we over there are so unreliable. We haven't spent much time with her since she was little."

As Wen Song spoke, she unconsciously wrinkled her nose, "Lu Zhiheng, how could we possibly have parents like that in the future?"

From what I can tell, both she and Lu Zhiheng are extremely responsible people.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't answer her question, so he could only try his best to comfort her, "Then let's agree from now on that we'll supervise each other and be good fathers and mothers who are responsible for our child."

Wen Song nodded, wanting to say something more, but Lu Zhiheng stopped her in time, "Alright, you haven't eaten anything since this morning, how about we go out and get something to eat together?"

Wen Song didn't really have much of an appetite, but Lu Zhiheng hadn't eaten all day because he was with her. She couldn't bear to make him suffer any more, so she suppressed her annoyance and nodded gently in agreement.

After dinner, Lu Zhiheng was worried about leaving Wen Song home alone, so he took her back to his home.

He was handling official business in his study, while Wen Song nestled on the sofa next to him, playing with Miao Miao.

Since being "educated" by Lu Zhiheng last time, Miaomiao has gradually accepted Wen Song and is even willing to take the initiative to get close to her.

Wen Song held it and stroked its back gently. Soon, the cat squinted its eyes and purred contentedly.

Lu Zhiheng hadn't heard Wen Song and Miao Miao's soft voices for a while, so he looked up and saw that the two of them had curled up on the sofa and fallen asleep together.

A gentle warmth spread across Lu Zhiheng's eyes. He got up and walked over to the sofa, first gently taking Miaomiao from Wen Song's arms.

He put the cat back in its cat house, and when he came back, he was carrying a cashmere blanket.

He originally intended to cover Wen Song with the blanket, but when his gaze fell on her rosy cheeks warmed by the heater, he couldn't look away.

Wen Song was half asleep when she felt a warm, itchy sensation on her neck. She opened her eyes in a daze and met Lu Shijing's lustful gaze.

At this moment, she was completely unaware that she was about to become some big bad wolf's meal, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Are you done with your work?"

"without."

Lu Zhiheng's thin lips traced a path of kisses down Wen Song's slender neck to the corner of her lips. "I'm hungry."

"Huh? Didn't you eat dinner? How come you're hungry again so soon?"

As she spoke, she made a move to get up, "What would you like to eat? Noodles would be fine? I'll get them for you... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by someone else's.

Lu Zhiheng pinned her to the sofa, his large hands gripping her slender waist, his thin lips gently kissing and nibbling at her pink lips. "I don't want noodles, I want to eat you..."

It was only then that Wen Song realized that this hunger was not the same as that hunger.

She later realized that his words "eat her" were not just a subtle expression, but meant literally.

Having only recently entered the world of intimacy, she quickly crumbled under Lu Zhiheng's advances. Her body felt as if it had been electrocuted, her neck arched back, and after the uncontrollable trembling subsided, she helplessly opened her eyes, "Ugh... Lu Zhiheng..."

That bewildered, innocent yet alluring look was a perfect aphrodisiac. Lu Zhiheng's eyes darkened, and he pulled her onto his lap, his large hand tracing a path up her fair, delicate thighs. "My goodness, how can you be so sensitive?"

Lu Zhiheng said these words while holding her earlobe, his hot breath spraying all over her ear, the straightforward and passionate words flowing from her earlobe into her heart.

Wen Song's ears instantly burned bright red, feeling both shy and weak. She instinctively shrank into his arms, her fingertips gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly, even her neck flushing a light pink. She didn't dare look up at him. "Could you please stop talking…?"

It felt as if a cat's tail had gently brushed against his heart, making Lu Zhiheng's heart itch unbearably. His voice was deep and husky, coaxing, "If you don't want me to talk about it, that's fine too. Then, kiss me like I kissed you just now, okay?"

Kiss him the way he kissed her?

Wen Song's gaze, uncontrollably drawn down the Adam's apple that bobbed and protruded on his neck, finally settling on his casually open collar.

His sharply defined collarbones extended downwards, revealing glimpses of his well-proportioned and firm muscles, carrying with them a unique, cool, woody scent that made her unconsciously slow her breathing.

Lu Zhiheng often feeds Miaomiao cat treats.

The little guy's pink and delicate tongue repeatedly brushed against the surface, licking it gently. The soft, sticky licking sounds filled the quiet room, sweet and cuddly.

Occasionally, the kitten would lose its sense of proportion and brush its tongue against his fingertips, the warm and wet sensation spreading along his skin, a tingling, numb feeling that went straight to his heart.

Wen Song was suddenly grabbed by the waist and turned over, kneeling on the sofa. Before she could react, a hot and hard body pressed against her back.

They moved from the sofa to the large desk. The usually refined and aloof man completely lost his patience. With a wave of his hand, various documents and materials fluttered and scattered all over the floor. Wen Song, at a loss, accidentally pressed her fingers on the laptop keyboard, and a series of chaotic keystrokes suddenly exploded, but were quickly drowned out by the increasingly rapid breathing of the two of them…

When Wen Song received Lu Yun's call, Lu Zhiheng had just cleaned her up and carried her out of the bathroom.

The soreness this morning felt like I had been hit hard all over, but the fatigue now is even worse. It feels like I've been dragged through a long marathon, and my limbs are weak and I can't muster any strength.

She was so tired she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, and when she spoke, her voice was weak and listless, filled with a heavy weariness and exhaustion, "Hey, Aunt Yun~"

However, Lu Yun was extremely anxious at this moment and did not notice Wen Song's abnormality at all. She spoke quickly and urgently, "Songsong, are you asleep? Is it convenient for you to come to the hospital now?"

"Hospital?"

Wen Song glanced subconsciously at Lu Zhiheng, who was carrying a glass of water in, and sat up in bed. "Aunt Yun, are you feeling unwell?"

"It wasn't me."

Lu Yun glanced worriedly in the direction of the ward. "It's Shi Jing. He vomited blood and fainted at home. He was just brought out of the emergency room. The doctor said it was acute gastric mucosal bleeding caused by drinking alcohol."

"Songsong, I don't know what happened between you and Shijing the night before last. Anyway, he locked himself in his room after he came back that day. He was very agitated when he woke up just now. The doctor gave him a sedative and he calmed down."

After saying this, Lu Yun's voice choked slightly, "Songsong, come and see him. Maybe if he sees you, he won't keep torturing himself."