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

The luxury car smoothly drove into the underground parking garage of the residential complex.

Song Yunqi turned off the engine and rested in the driver's seat for a moment.

I instinctively reached for my cigarette pack in my pocket, but found nothing. That's when I remembered that I had already quit smoking.

I pushed open the car door and walked towards the elevator with somewhat unsteady steps.

His reflection in the mirror showed his current appearance: his once-neat suit was now wrinkled, the finger marks on his left cheek were beginning to swell and turn red, and the dried blood at the corner of his mouth was shocking against his pale skin.

He raised his hand to press his temples, forced himself to step out of the elevator, and entered the password on the door lock in the entryway.

"Click".

The security door opened immediately.

The room was deathly dark. Song Yunqi leaned against the wall with one hand, groping for the light switch on the wall as if following her memory.

The next second, a tall, heavy black shadow, carrying a strong smell of tobacco, suddenly appeared from the darkness and loomed over you.

Strong, powerful arms wrapped around Song Yunqi from in front of him, enveloping her completely in a warm embrace.

"what!"

Anyone would be startled if someone suddenly appeared in the house and pounced on them, especially since Song Yunqi was in a special situation and was quite sensitive, so it was inevitable that she would cry out in surprise.

His first thought was that his apartment had been burgled, and his fists clenched instantly.

"Yunqi...don't move, let me hold you for a while."

A deep, hoarse voice, tinged with obvious sobs, rang in my ears.

Song Yunqi's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, but anger followed.

He turned his head, raised his hand, and delivered a merciless elbow strike to the other person, his phoenix eyes appearing exceptionally cold in the darkness:

"Shen Chonglu? What are you doing in my house? Who gave you permission to come in?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that the man knew her home's password.

For him, opening his own door is easy; the difficulty lies in finding out which house he is in.

Shen Chonglu did not answer Song Yunqi's question.

The tall, robust man looked unusually vulnerable at this moment. He buried his face deeply in Song Yunqi's slender, fair neck, his chest heaving violently, and large, warm tears fell down the young man's neck, quickly soaking the thin fabric of his shirt.

"I miss you... Yunqi, I really miss you so much."

He tightened his arms, his large hands gripping the young man's waist, the heat almost burning through the fabric.

Since Song Yunqi was discharged from the hospital and unilaterally announced the severance of ties, he has not hugged this person for a whole month.

He couldn't resist any longer tonight, so he secretly came to this place where the two of them shared memories.

Intending to reminisce about the past through these objects, I unexpectedly stumbled upon Song Yunqi.

In this way, her long-suppressed emotions finally broke down, and she couldn't help but hug the young man she had been longing for.

The warm, moist touch on her neck made Song Yunqi's long eyelashes tremble slightly.

Feeling the slight tremor from the man's body, her hand, which had been raised to push him away, paused in mid-air for a moment before slowly falling back down.

Perhaps it was because of what happened tonight that made him irritable, or perhaps it was because his pregnant body instinctively wanted to be close to the father of his baby, but Song Yunqi did not refuse Shen Chonglu's approach and touch, and silently let him embrace her.

Perhaps, for him, Shen Chonglu was still somewhat different.

Although the other party came uninvited late at night, Song Yunqi surprisingly did not react.

He concealed the complex emotions in his eyes in the darkness, stood quietly in the entryway, and let the man vent his near-collapse.

Seeing that he hadn't been pushed away, Shen Chonglu reassured himself and closed his arms, their bodies now tightly pressed together.

He knew Song Yunqi's temperament all too well. This person might show a moment of relaxation when being affectionate, but once the distance was created, he would immediately revert to his original indifferent state, so quickly that no one could catch a trace of it.

Yearning for the warmth he had regained in his arms, the man pressed his forehead against the other's shoulder, inhaling his unique, pleasant, cool fragrance, his arms aching from the effort, yet he refused to loosen his grip even slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yunqi slightly turned her head, raised her hand to push away the man who was tightly holding her, and said in an impatient tone:

"Have you hugged enough?"

Feeling the push, Shen Chonglu instinctively loosened his grip, being pushed back half an inch, but still stubbornly tugged at Song Yunqi's clothes, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice full of sobs:

"Then please don't kick me out, okay?"

"not good."

Song Yunxi refused, pulling her waist away from the man's arms.

"Don't bother me here. Once you've cried enough, get out of here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the people behind him and reached out to press the main light switch on the wall.

Bright lights poured down.

The bright light made Shen Chonglu subconsciously squint his eyes, which were still wet with tears. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, all his sadness froze on his face.

Song Yunxi was in a sorry state, with five finger marks on her left cheek that were particularly glaring and shocking against her pale skin.

The dried, dark red bloodstains at the corners of his mouth were even more glaring, brutally tearing his originally exquisite and handsome face into a broken beauty.

"Who did it?"

Shen Chonglu felt his blood rush to his head, and his original posture of showing weakness was replaced by an uncontrollable ferocity.

He strode forward, his hands trembling as he tried to cup Song Yunxi's face, but he was afraid of hurting her wounds, so he could only freeze in mid-air.

"Who did this?! I'm going to kill him!!"

Song Yunxi coldly observed his exasperated demeanor, turned her head away to create distance between them, and walked straight towards the living room.

"Lu Jin resigned."

He walked to the island platform, poured himself a glass of warm water, moistened his slightly dry throat, and spoke in a calm tone without a trace of emotion.

"I don't need you, I can handle it myself."

Upon hearing this name, Shen Chonglu was not surprised at all; the murderous intent in his eyes only intensified.

"I'll kill him."

After saying that, he walked with a stern face to the TV cabinet in the living room and skillfully pulled out the first-aid kit from the bottom shelf.

Carrying the medicine box, she walked back to Song Yunqi's side, gently pressed her into the sofa, then knelt on the carpet, dipped a cotton swab in some medicated oil, and carefully applied it to the red and swollen skin.

The spiciness and stinging of the medicated oil made Song Yunqi instinctively shrink her neck, but the man's large hand held the back of her head and gently held her in place.