He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning felt weak all over, all her strength completely drained. Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed. She leaned limply against the headboard, completely powerless to resist.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a light shadow, her heart still pounding rapidly.

Despite her obvious embarrassment and desire to pull away, her body betrayed her by gently nodding, her soft voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of submission: "...Mmm."

It's true what they say, practice makes perfect.

....

Night fell over the entire apartment, and the warm yellow floor lamp cast a gentle glow on the soft bedding.

Sang Jiuning sank into the bedding, feeling weak all over. All her strength seemed to have been drained, and even lifting her eyelids was difficult.

Her cheeks and ear tips were still flushed with a lingering hot blush, and she was breathing heavily with shallow breaths. She looked languid and delicate, like cotton softened by warm water.

She turned her head to look at Wen Zhaoci, who was beside her with a relaxed expression and eyes full of satisfaction. Her voice was soft and hoarse, with a hint of deep fatigue: "Wen Zhaoci, I really want to take a shower. I feel sticky and uncomfortable all over."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci's dark eyes fell heavily on her. He leaned down slightly, his long arms firmly encircling her waist, and gently lifted the limp girl into a princess carry. His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, tinged with a faint smile: "Sweetie, I'll help you wash."

These words were like a small flame, instantly reigniting Sang Jiuning's already burning cheeks.

Sang Jiuning buried her face in his warm chest, her long eyelashes trembling in panic, a wave of shyness washing over her.

She felt both ashamed and tender, and secretly regretted it.

This person is really good at it.

Just now, he had been gently and persistently pursuing her, gradually coaxing her to indulge him. Every little touch and tender embrace made her heart race uncontrollably.

He even changed two of his actions, both of which she had seen in novels. She didn't know where Wen Zhaoci had secretly learned these tormenting methods.

Sang Jiuning wanted to refuse, but her whole body was weak and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, so she could only let him carry her into the bathroom.

Warm water filled the bathtub, and the rising steam slowly blurred the surrounding view.

Wen Zhaoci carefully placed her into the warm water. The warm water enveloped her body, slightly relieving her soreness.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed red, and she subconsciously turned her head away, urging softly, "You can go out, I can wash myself."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his tall and slender figure bent down and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water rippled in waves, and the man's deep laughter echoed in the rising steam.

He didn't make a fuss; he simply and patiently and meticulously wiped her skin, his movements so gentle that every touch was filled with tender care.

Throughout the entire process, Sang Jiuning was so embarrassed that her whole body was burning up, and she didn't know what to do with her fingertips. She curled up in his arms and didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

After Wen Zhaoci wiped her clean, his expression changed...

Sang Jiuning's legs were still trembling slightly, and the shame in her heart was almost overwhelming her.

When she got back to bed, she clutched the soft sheets tightly, her ears burning red. The scene from earlier kept replaying in her mind, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Help! This is so embarrassing!

How could Wen Zhaoci, with such a beautiful face, do such a shameful thing?

Sang Jiuning is so embarrassed that she could dig out a large villa with her bare hands. If she could cash in, she would have become a top landlady long ago!

Sang Jiuning roared inwardly, her cheeks burning hot.

After several hours of fussing and turning, I was exhausted, but the hunger pangs in my empty stomach eased my embarrassment somewhat.

She looked up at the man beside her who had finished brushing his teeth, her voice still hoarse and soft, with a hint of aggrieved coquettishness: "Wen Zhaoci, I'm hungry, so hungry."

Wen Zhaoci raised her hand, picked up her phone, and glanced at the time. The screen lit up, showing 10:30 p.m.

A faint, helpless smile played in his eyes as he looked down at the listless little girl and said softly, "After nearly five hours of this, my baby must be exhausted and hungry."

"Lie still and don't move." Wen Zhaoci gently ruffled her hair, his tone tender and indulgent. "I'll order you some takeout, something light."

Sang Jiuning nodded obediently, curled up in the soft quilt, and watched him carefully select the food.

Wen Zhaoci specially selected warm and stomach-soothing chicken porridge and soft and glutinous yam cakes, all of which are light and easy to digest.

The food delivery arrived quickly.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of food in his hand, not letting her do it herself. Instead, he picked up a small spoon, blew on the warm porridge to cool it down, and then fed it to her patiently, spoonful by spoonful.

After dinner, a wave of weariness instantly washed over me.

Sang Jiuning was already exhausted, both physically and mentally. As soon as she touched the soft bed, her eyelids began to feel heavy, her head felt dizzy, and all she wanted to do was fall asleep immediately.

She nestled in Wen Zhaoci's warm embrace, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.

But the man beside her still wouldn't behave.

His warm breath gently brushed against her neck, carrying the refreshing scent of cedarwood. His soft lips lightly brushed against her delicate neck, then gently nibbled on her small earlobe, showering her with tender, fragmented kisses.

The delicate touch made the drowsy Sang Jiuning shudder, instantly waking her up. She quickly and gently pushed against his chest, her voice soft and tired, with a hint of pleading: "No... no more, Wen Zhaoci, I'm so tired, I can't take it anymore."

Wen Zhaoci nestled against the crook of her neck, chuckling softly. The vibrations of his chest pressed against her skin, gentle yet alluring: "Baby, you've been so good the whole time. You didn't exert any effort until the very last step, so how could you be tired?"

"I don't care!" Sang Jiuning snuggled into his arms, yawned widely, her eyes slightly red and sleepy. "I want to sleep, don't bother me."

Seeing the little girl puffing out her cheeks in a huff, Wen Zhaoci chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Baby, you're so cute."

He suppressed all his desires, lowered his head and gently kissed her soft lips. "Okay, I won't bother my baby anymore." He tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace. "Sleep, I'll stay with you."

With permission granted, Sang Jiuning instantly let down her guard, nestled in his warm and comforting embrace, the familiar, cool scent filling her nostrils, feeling completely safe, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

A peaceful and tender night.

翌日清晨，天光微亮.

Wen Zhaoci always had a regular schedule and woke up early.

He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, with long eyelashes drooping down, a fair and soft face, sleeping very soundly.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed her forehead before raising his hand to gently shake the little girl in his arms: "Baby, wake up."