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

On the other side, Shen Chonglu was neatly arranging sliced ​​avocado on toast when he heard a sound behind him.

His ears twitched, and he subconsciously turned around. When he saw Song Yunxi's appearance clearly, he swallowed hard.

Song Yunqi's pajamas were loosely worn, with the belt only casually tied. As he walked, they slid open to the sides, revealing a large expanse of his fair, porcelain-like chest.

The faint red marks left from last night's debauchery still lingered on her collarbone, their intensity gleaming in the morning light. Her eyes, still slightly dazed from just waking, were fixed intently on him.

"Mr. Song, up so early?"

Shen Chonglu curled his lips and put the spatula in his hand aside.

He strode out of the kitchen, his hand naturally supporting Song Yunqi's lower back.

The skin beneath his palm was warm and soft to the touch, separated by a thin layer of silk. Shen Chonglu gently pulled the person closer to him, pinching her slender waist.

"Is your back still sore? Breakfast is almost ready. Go wash up first, and then try my cooking." He lowered his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of flattery, and rubbed his nose against Song Yunqi's nose.

Song Yunqi was mostly sobered up by the overwhelming scent of hormones. He disdainfully pressed his fingers against Shen Chonglu's firm pectoral muscles, but didn't use much force, merely raising an eyebrow:

"Not even dressed, who's the peacock showing off its tail feathers to first thing in the morning?"

"It's for my sugar daddy to see." Shen Chonglu grinned shamelessly, gently kneading Song Yunqi's waist with his large hand, precisely relieving the soreness.

"The client paid a hefty price, so of course I have to showcase my value in every way."

Song Yunqi was amused by his phrase "all-round display," slapped his hand away, and went back to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out after changing into comfortable home clothes, two excellent-looking American breakfasts were already laid out on the kitchen counter.

A layer of tender green avocado puree is spread on a perfectly toasted whole wheat bread, next to a slightly browned runny egg, a few slices of crispy fried bacon, two cups of freshly brewed hot coffee, and a small cup of fresh milk is thoughtfully placed on the side.

The two sat facing each other.

Song Yunxi picked up her knife and fork, cut off a small piece of toast, and put it in her mouth.

"How is it?"

Shen Chonglu stared at him expectantly, forgetting to eat what was on his own plate. His tense and expectant look was just like that of a large dog waiting for its owner's praise.

"Not bad," Song Yunqi commented casually.

Upon receiving approval, Young Master Shen was overjoyed and was about to say something sweet to tease his sugar daddy when his phone, which was on the marble tabletop, suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up between the two of them.

Shen Chonglu's gaze swept over, and when he saw the contents, his smiling eyes narrowed slightly, and his relaxed lips stiffened.

But he moved extremely quickly, almost instantly extending his slender fingers, expressionlessly taking the phone, flipping it face down on the table, and turning off the screen.

Although the series of actions were swift, Song Yunqi, sitting opposite, was always meticulous.

Song Yunxi picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, lifted her eyelids, and lingered for a moment on Shen Chonglu's face, which had regained its innocent smile, before casually speaking:

"Aren't you going to reply to my message? It's so early in the morning, I hope something urgent has happened."

"Oh, what could be so urgent?"

Shen Chonglu picked up his fork again, casually picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth, his tone completely calm: "It's just a piece of junk text message trying to sell insurance."

"These nuisance text messages are getting more and more outrageous; they start bothering people first thing in the morning."

Seeing that he looked normal, Song Yunqi did not press him further.

For people of their status, it's perfectly normal to have private matters they don't want others to pry into. As long as Shen Chonglu is obedient off the bed and performs well in bed, he doesn't intend to interfere too much in this little plaything's private life.

"Try my fried egg again."

Shen Chonglu subtly steered the conversation away, picked up a fried egg, and placed it solicitously in front of Song Yunxi.

Song Yunxi looked at the extra fried egg on the plate, a slight smile playing on her lips, and naturally picked it up and ate it.

The morning sunlight fell on the dining table, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and food. For a moment, the atmosphere at the table was warm and sweet, giving the illusion of an ordinary couple living together.

After eating most of it, Song Yunqi put down her coffee cup and elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Looking at the man across from her, who was enjoying his meal, her expression returned to calm.

I have a family dinner tomorrow and the day after.

After finishing the last sip of coffee, Song Yunxi pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth and leaned back in her chair.

"It just so happens to be the weekend, so the company doesn't require work. You can rest too."

"I'll give you some pocket money later. You can buy a car or clothes if you want, or go somewhere to relax."

But as soon as Shen Chonglu heard the words "family banquet," his ears perked up instantly.

He placed his knife and fork on the plate, leaned forward slightly, stared intently at Song Yunqi, placed his hands on Song Yunqi's knees in a conciliatory manner, and tentatively began to speak:

"Mr. Song, is this a family dinner? Are there many people? Would you mind taking me along?"

"I'm a smooth talker, and I can handle both elders and juniors. Take me with you, and I guarantee you'll look very impressive in front of your relatives."

"Are you going with me?"

Song Yunqi's expression darkened without warning, all traces of a smile vanished from his eyes, and he turned his head slightly, asking in a cold voice:

"In what capacity are you attending my family dinner?"

Shen Chonglu was stung by his sudden change in gaze, his throat tightened, and his hand on Song Yunqi's knees shrank back guiltily.

"Stop doing this."

Song Yunxi tapped the marble tabletop with her knuckles, her tone cold and unyielding, a warning that brooked no argument: "Know your place. Do what you're told. Don't pry into things you shouldn't. Be sensible, understand?"

The sweet molecules in the air seemed to freeze in that instant.

If anyone else had been reprimanded by Song Yunqi with such words that almost trampled on their self-esteem, they would probably have already turned their back on her or felt ashamed.

But Shen Chonglu's skin is thicker than a city wall.

He hadn't expected Song Yunqi to take him to meet the elders right now. He just said that because he still had a wicked idea of ​​probing Song Yunqi's intentions and seeing what position he held in this cold-hearted man's eyes.

Obviously, it didn't occupy any space at all.

"Understood, understood, how could I dare disobey your orders?"

Shen Chonglu was not angry at all; instead, he chuckled twice, his handsome face showing no trace of gloom.

He shamelessly moved closer again, grabbed Song Yunqi's slightly cool hand, and rubbed it in his large palm, smiling like a flower:

"Then I'll stay home and rest for the next couple of days, using your allowance to eat and drink well and recharge."

"I'll come find you after the family dinner, and I promise I'll make sure you're well taken care of, okay?"

Seeing his submissive yet shameless scoundrel-like appearance, Song Yunxi's initial anger dissipated instantly. He chuckled and withdrew his hand from the other's grasp, but his words remained sharp:

"You're so talkative, you're just eating your food."