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

The key spun haphazardly in the lock a couple of times, and as soon as the door was pushed open, before they even had a chance to change their shoes, the two were plunged into the dark entryway.

Leather shoes clattered on the wooden floor, and disheveled clothes lay scattered along the way.

"Smack."

Song Yunxi's back slammed heavily against the back of the large sofa in the living room.

He tilted his head back, somewhat exhausted, his long neck forming an extremely graceful arc.

Looking at the pair of eyes that shone like wolves in the night, Song Yunqi suddenly curled her lips into a smile, her eyes carrying a bewitching and provocative glint.

He leaned close to Shen Chonglu's ear, his cool breath carrying a hoarse voice, and whispered into the other's ear canal: "No need to wait for the business trip... I want to experience now whether all those boasts you made before are true."

Shen Chonglu's eyes lit up dramatically the moment he heard those words.

"Mr. Song, please take a good look. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

He grinned, his voice unusually deep, and then he thrust his entire body forward.

The night was deep, and the moonlight outside the window shone through the huge French windows onto the living room carpet, outlining two intertwined silhouettes.

This commotion didn't finally come to an end until late at night.

When everything finally calmed down, Song Yunqi didn't want to move a single finger.

The sheets were a mess. Shen Chonglu carried him to the bathroom to clean him up quickly, and then tucked him into the clean bed in the master bedroom.

In the past, Song Yunqi would never have allowed anyone to stay overnight at his home. He had a very strong sense of territory, and he would feel uncomfortable if any outsider stayed in his private space for too long.

However, in a sense, Shen Chonglu can no longer be considered an outsider.

Moreover, Song Yunqi rubbed her aching back, which felt like it was about to break. She had just exhausted the labor of someone who had worked so hard to serve her for most of the night, and then turned around and coldly kicked them out of the house. It was indeed a bit unkind of her.

So I just let him be.

Shen Chonglu lay on the other side of the bed, absolutely overjoyed.

This was the first time he had stayed overnight at Song Yunqi's private residence.

This realization put every cell in his body in a state of inexplicable excitement. Even though his body was exhausted and his eyelids were drooping, his cerebral cortex remained incredibly active.

He turned over in bed, and the mattress made a slight noise.

A few minutes later, he couldn't help but put his arm around Song Yunqi's waist again, and then rolled back over.

Are you going to sleep or not?

Song Yunqi was a light sleeper to begin with, and with her whole body aching, she was just starting to drift off when the long, thin object next to her kept waking her up.

He couldn't bear it any longer and opened his eyes in the darkness, raising his long leg to kick Shen Chonglu hard in the buttocks, his voice as cold as ice:

"If you're not going to sleep, then get out. And don't you dare try to sleep with me."

The kick was quite powerful, and it jolted Shen Chonglu back to his senses. He shrank his neck and finally became completely obedient, even unconsciously slowing his breathing.

In the deathly darkness, he turned to the side, his eyes fixed on Song Yunqi's hazy profile in the moonlight.

As he watched, a belated wave of drowsiness finally washed over him, pulling him into a deep sleep.

But Shen Chonglu woke up very early in the morning.

He hadn't forgotten his current identity—someone who needed to please his sugar daddy at all times. To keep Song Yunxi around for the long term, he had to always maintain his most perfect and alluring image in front of her.

It's a little past seven in the morning, and there's still some time before I have to go to work.

Shen Chonglu tiptoed out of bed, slipped on his soft slippers, and went into the master bathroom. He rummaged through the drawer under the sink, found a new toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and began to wash his face.

After washing his face, he looked at his handsome face in the mirror and began his daily appearance management.

First, she took a shower and sprayed some men's cologne on herself. Then, holding a hairdryer and hair wax, she stood in front of the mirror and repeatedly ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead.

After doing all this, he turned his head slightly to check his appearance carefully in the mirror, and then reached out to tidy up the few strands of hair that were falling in front of his forehead.

"Perfect."

"He'll be captivated."

After making sure that every detail of his appearance was impeccable, he whistled with satisfaction, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom.

He didn't bring any change of clothes, so he simply rummaged through the dressing room and pulled out a pair of Song Yunqi's pajama pants and put them on.

Although Song Yunxi had a good figure, she was still a few centimeters shorter than him and had a slender frame. The pajama pants that fit Song Yunxi perfectly were noticeably tight on Shen Chonglu.

The trousers were shorter, revealing a bit of the ankles covered in strong muscles, while the fabric on the thighs and buttocks was stretched taut, perfectly outlining the explosive power contained within.

The pants are barely wearable, but the shirt is definitely not suitable.

Shen Chonglu didn't care. He walked straight into the kitchen with his strong and muscular upper body bare and casually tied on a linen apron with small floral print.

Having lived abroad for many years, he is better at cooking Caucasian food than Chinese food.

He leisurely took out fresh avocado, bacon, whole wheat bread, and eggs from the double-door refrigerator.

The frying pan gradually heated up on the stove, the bacon sizzled as it fried in the oil, and the rich aroma of smoked meat mixed with the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans quickly filled the entire semi-open kitchen.

As it approached eight o'clock, Song Yunxi struggled to sit up on the bed, her brows furrowing unconsciously.

acid.

His lower back and buttocks were especially sore and weak; even the slightest movement felt like his bones were about to fall apart. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while to recover, and when he turned his head, he found that the blankets beside him were already ice-cold.

There were faint clanging and banging noises coming from outside; I wondered what that kid was busy with.

Song Yunqi casually grabbed a nightgown and put it on, not even bothering to tie the straps properly, and walked out of the bedroom with unsteady steps.

He entered the living room, his gaze falling on the semi-open kitchen, and he stopped in his tracks.

The rising sun shone through the glass windows, bathing the entire kitchen in a warm golden hue.

Shen Chonglu was standing in front of the kitchen counter with his back to the living room.

His upper body was completely naked, and his broad, fan-shaped inverted triangle back muscles gleamed with a healthy tan in the sunlight, with the deep groove in the middle of his back undulating slightly as he flipped his arms.

The slightly petite floral apron was tied around her waist, the thin straps creating a taut curve at the back.

The gray pajama bottoms he was wearing were clearly a size too small, which perfectly outlined his long legs and pert buttocks.

Amidst the rising white steam, the young man who had been wreaking havoc on the bed was now looking down slightly, intently and gently arranging the toast on his plate.

He exudes a contradictory yet incredibly alluring sense of being a stay-at-home husband.

Song Yunxi stood outside the door, momentarily stunned.

To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed by the situation, because he had never experienced anything like it before.

When he was a child, his parents often quarreled, and his drab little home was filled with crying and insults. Later, his mother left, and he followed his gambling father, hiding from place to place, and was almost always hungry.

Later, he was taken away by Lu Qingyuan. There were servants in the house for everything. Every day, he would get up at the appointed time to have breakfast with his father and brothers, and then listen to his father's admonitions at the table.

Watching Shen Chonglu busy making breakfast for him in the kitchen, Song Yunqi felt a strange unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.