The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

8 PM.

The night outside the window was deep, and the heavy blackout curtains were mostly drawn, leaving only a pale yellow wall lamp casting a soft glow that enveloped the ward in a warm and comforting atmosphere.

Song Yunqi changed into a clean, loose white nightgown and was quietly reclining on the cushions.

He had just been serviced, and the corners of his eyes still bore the faint redness left by dried tear stains. He looked tired but docile.

Shen Chonglu had just washed off the sweat with cold water in the bathroom. When he came out, he was only wearing a soft white undershirt and was drying his hair while walking his bird.

He moved a single sofa to the side of the bed, and his large palms, through the thin blankets, rested flat on Song Yunqi's flat stomach, gently stroking it rhythmically.

"Is your stomach feeling better now?" Shen Chonglu asked in a low voice.

Song Yunxi gently pressed the back of the man's hand that was covering her abdomen, her fingertips tracing the stiff knuckles of his hand, and slowly said:

"It's all over now. The doctor said it was just mild stress, so you don't need to be so nervous."

Shen Chonglu didn't let go; instead, he took the initiative, pulling the young man's fingers into his own palm and pressing them against his lips.

"My hands are hot, it'll feel more comfortable if they're pressed against yours."

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the ward door, and a caregiver pushed a food cart to the outside, where the nutritious meal that had just been ordered had been delivered.

Shen Chonglu casually grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, got up and went to open the door. He took the freshly stewed ginseng chicken soup and a few light side dishes, thanked him softly, and then closed the door.

He carried the food back to the bedside and sat down. He picked up a white porcelain spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of soup, tasted it himself first, and thought it tasted good. Then he eagerly offered it to Song Yunqi's lips.

"Have some soup. You've been up all day, you can't go hungry."

Song Yunxi was already tired and had little appetite, so she turned her head slightly away and said, "I don't want to eat."

"Listen to me, eat less."

Shen Chonglu coaxed him softly, his tone incredibly gentle, and brought the spoon closer to his mouth.

"I've tried it, it's not oily or greasy, and it tastes pretty good."

"You haven't eaten much today, how can you get enough nutrition?"

"Please, Yunqi, just have a couple of bites~"

Song Yunxi couldn't resist his clingy attitude, so she had no choice but to open her mouth and swallow the soup.

Finding that the taste was indeed good, I obediently started eating it.

Seeing that he was willing to cooperate, Shen Chonglu smiled slightly and patiently fed him the whole pot of soup. Then he took a wet towel and wiped the soup off the corners of his mouth.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Song Yunqi felt drowsy. In her drowsy state, she heard the man beside her suddenly mutter something:

"Song Zhuangzhuang, stop bothering your daddy, do you hear me?"

Song Yunqi's eyelids twitched, and she didn't react immediately; her voice was slightly hoarse and confused.

"...What is it?"

Shen Chonglu raised his head, a rare seriousness appearing on his handsome, cold face, his dark eyes staring straight at him:

"The baby's name."

"I've thought of a nickname; you can choose the formal name later."

"The older generation always says that a humble name makes a child easier to raise. Besides, Zhuangzhuang is a very suitable name. He's plump and strong. So many things have happened recently, but he's still perfectly fine. He's definitely my offspring."

Song Yunxi was sobered up by his argument, raised her hand and slapped the back of his hand, both amused and exasperated:

"Can't you use your brain? What if it's a girl? Wouldn't it be weird for a girl to be named Zhuangzhuang?"

Shen Chonglu seemed not to have thought of this, his brows furrowed slightly, he was stumped.

He propped himself up against the edge of the bed, staring intently at Song Yunqi's lips, which were flushed slightly from the hot soup, and pondered for a long time.

"If it's a girl, let's name her Guoguo."

Shen Chonglu leaned down, gently brushing his nose against the young man's cheek, his voice low and husky: "A strong vitality, like a ripe and full fruit, is quite good."

Seeing him seriously pondering the baby's nickname, Song Yunqi's pent-up emotions unconsciously dissipated.

He wasn't really satisfied with either of the nicknames, as they sounded rustic and clumsy, but he genuinely liked the clumsiness in the other person's words, so he ultimately let Shen Chonglu do as he pleased.

"Whatever you want. At least it's not something like 'Dog's Leftovers' or 'Er Dan'. If the baby thinks it sounds bad when it grows up, you can explain it to it yourself."

The light in the man's eyes deepened.

"No, no, the baby will definitely like this name, I promise."

He braced himself against Song Yunxi's side, his massive body leaning over him, casting the young man's shadow over him.

His broad, calloused hand slid under the soft hem of the pajamas, his palm resting against the other's slender, warm waist, and he gently pinched that soft flesh.

Song Yunqi's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and she bit her lower lip somewhat awkwardly.

"What are you doing...? Wasn't it just now...?"

Shen Chonglu remained silent.

He lowered his head, his hot, thin lips pressed against the throbbing pulse on the young man's neck, slowly kissing the delicate skin, moving up along the Adam's apple, and finally taking the young man's earlobe into his mouth.

This slightly dangerous touch made Song Yunxi's breath catch in her throat, and the fingers that were originally holding the other person's wrist tightened involuntarily, tugging at the old man's shirt.

I'm thirsty.

Shen Chonglu suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

Song Yunxi had just become interested and completely ignored his inexplicable words, simply closing her eyes to wait for what he would say next.

After a two-second silence, Shen Chonglu leaned forward again, pressing his weight against the young man, his rough tongue tracing the man's slightly parted lips, and whispered once more:

I'm thirsty.

Song Yunxi was getting a little annoyed by his constant nagging. She raised her hand and pushed against the man's chest, but couldn't budge him. She lifted her eyelids and glared at him irritably.

"If you're thirsty, go drink some water. What are you yelling about? Don't you know what kind of situation we're in... How come you don't die of thirst?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chonglu's large hand suddenly moved up the leg of the hospital gown, gripping the young man's knee and gently separating his legs slightly.

"Wait... why are you prying my legs apart?"

Shen Chonglu didn't answer his question at all, muttered a curse for being so clueless, reached to the head of the bed, and precisely pressed the switch on the wall.

The warm yellow wall lamp went out instantly, plunging the ward into complete darkness, with only the soft, dull rustling of fabric rubbing together remaining.