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

Upon realizing that his scheme had been exposed, Shen Chonglu's knees buckled, and he promptly knelt on the ground with a thud, his hands pressed against his thighs, his posture of admitting his mistake perfectly upright.

Song Yunxi never expected his reaction to be so decisive, and was also slightly taken aback by his smooth and natural movements, remaining speechless for a long time.

The man kept his head down, muttering apologies, but his tone revealed an obvious lack of remorse.

"Yunqi, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have tried to be clever and lie to you."

"But where can you eat oily and spicy food right now? It's too unhealthy, bad for you, and bad for Zhuangzhuang too. I'm doing this for your own good..."

Finding it somewhat amusing, Song Yunqi couldn't help but look away from the window and speak softly:

"stand up."

Shen Chonglu thought he was still angry and stubbornly resisted:

"I won't get up unless you promise not to deduct points. If I lose twenty points for this meal, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Yunqi glanced at him speechlessly:

"When did I say I was going to deduct points from your account?"

Shen Chonglu's eyes lit up, and he looked up at her with delight, asking, "Really? You're not lying to me?"

"real."

The young man reached out and brushed the strands of black hair that had fallen in front of his eyes behind his ear. His cool eyelashes drooped slightly, and his words were like heavenly music.

"I'm not that heartless. Get up and stop embarrassing yourself here."

Having received a clear answer, Shen Chonglu moved with the agility of a monkey, scrambling up from the ground in a flash. He didn't even bother to brush the dust off his trousers, and pounced on the bedside, snuggling up to his wife.

Song Yunqi felt her ears burning from the heat emanating from him, and disgustedly pushed him away.

"Get out of here, don't touch me, it's disgusting."

The man's head was pushed away, but he wasn't discouraged at all. He pressed his cheek against the man's slender, warm hand, and then received a sweet slap. He muttered aggrievedly in a low voice:

"I wasn't touching him; I was just saying hello to Zhuangzhuang."

"Can't I even cuddle with my own son? If you won't let me... then can't I just greet him through my belly?"

Hearing this absurd and nonsensical talk, Song Yunqi withdrew her hand, then pinched the soft flesh on his side, and snorted coldly:

"Why do you always say Zhuangzhuang? Do you just want a boy? You wouldn't like Guoguo?"

"You bastard, if you dare to show favoritism towards boys, I'll break your legs."

"Did you hear that?"

Shen Chonglu gasped as he was pinched, but his large hand naturally landed on Song Yunqi's flat stomach, gently stroking it through the thin fabric, as he complained pitifully:

"How could I possibly favor boys over girls! Girls are definitely cuter, aren't they? Our daughter will definitely look like you, a soft and cuddly little dumpling, so pretty..."

"The thought of that brat coming out of your belly makes me feel uneasy."

"But I just feel it will be a strong boy... Look, I'm a man, and you're a man, so our child should be a boy, right..."

Song Yunxi looked at him as if he were an idiot, and asked in an annoyed tone:

"Young Master Shen, did you buy your degree? Did you waste your time studying biology?"

He sat up slightly, his long, smooth, black hair cascading down his thin shoulders and falling in front of his collarbone, his tone quite impatient:

Men have XY chromosomes, while women have XX chromosomes.

"Our two combinations are either X plus X girls, or X plus Y boys. Y plus X is also a boy. So, there's at least a one-third chance that it's Guoguo."

Shen Chonglu was intrigued by his earnest explanation of principles, and chuckled softly as he placed his large hand on that warm skin.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Teacher Song."

"Whether it's Zhuangzhuang or Guoguo, as long as they're your children, I'll treat them like royalty, okay?"

"This is what you should do. How dare you ask me if I'm okay?"

"From now on, call out randomly. Call Zhuangzhuang if you want, or call Guoguo if you want."

Seeing that Song Yunqi raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything more, Shen Chonglu became even more audacious, leaning forward and burying his face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the refreshing and sweet fragrance emanating from her.

Shen Chonglu pressed his palm against his flat stomach, not daring to exert any force, and simply drew circles along his belly.

"Zhuangzhuang—"

"Guoguo—"

"Zhuangzhuang—"

"Guoguo—"

The young man, unable to bear the provocation, unconsciously leaned back and rested his back on the cushion.

Shen Chonglu followed relentlessly, his large hand slipping inside the hem of her clothes, his slightly rough fingertips touching her soft skin.

Song Yunqi's breathing became slightly erratic. She raised her hand to press down on his restless fingers on her waist and warned him coldly:

"Take your hand away, where are you touching?"

Shen Chonglu's palm tightened slightly, pressing against the delicate, jade-like touch. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became somewhat hoarse:

"Just touch it, nothing else. The doctor said that stroking it can relieve gas and is also good for the baby's sensory development, so that the baby can get closer to us sooner."

"Stop using the doctor as an excuse. The baby is only the size of a tiny bean; what sensory organs does he have yet?"

Song Yunqi turned her face away, her profile delicate and aloof, but a blush quietly spread across her earlobe.

Shen Chonglu looked at that faint red, and his eyes darkened.

He leaned over and gently bit the young man's long, fair neck. He didn't dare to bite hard, but just used his canines to grind the delicate, sensitive skin, leaving a moist mark.

Song Yunxi trembled slightly and looked up to dodge. The man had just apologized tearfully not long ago, saying that he would never touch her in the hospital again. What was he doing now?

"...Stop messing around, or I'll get angry again."

"What a piece of trash! All he talks about is bullshit, it doesn't count for anything."

His voice was slightly breathless, and his hand pressed against Shen Chonglu's firm chest, but it was too soft and had little strength.

The man kissed his way up her neck, finally stopping at her lips. His warm breath brushed against her beautiful, fair face, his voice unusually deep and husky.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I promise, please, baby, I'll only stick it on for a little while."

Since learning of the pregnancy, the two have not been intimate. This is not a problem for Song Yunxi, since she has always been served by him.

But for Shen Chonglu, things weren't so easy.

If it's not too excessive, then giving them a little something in return is certainly acceptable...

Song Yunqi's long eyelashes trembled, and the fingers that were pushing against his chest gradually loosened their grip, instead tightening their grip on his clothes.

Seeing this, Shen Chonglu's eyes burned even more intensely. His palm slowly moved upward along the waistline and tentatively took the slightly parted red lips into his mouth.

Unlike their earlier playful banter, this kiss was gentle and deep, carrying a long-suppressed affection and a sense of caution.

Song Yunqi closed her eyes, her long, slender, fair fingers threading through Shen Chonglu's strong hair, tightening slightly.

After a long while, the man reluctantly released him, a trail of moisture trailing from the corner of his lips.

The young man, with a ruddy complexion, glared at him with his bright, phoenix-shaped eyes and panted as he cursed:

"rogue."

"Your hands have been restless the whole time."