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

Before Sang Jiuning could respond, a gentle kiss landed on her lips.

This simple goodnight kiss, however, was gradually tainted by his intense longing and selfish desires.

From initially accepting it calmly, Sang Jiuning later became slightly breathless and weak all over, completely immersed in his gentle yet forceful intimacy. Only then did she belatedly realize that Wen Zhaoci's light "goodnight kiss" was never just a simple kiss.

This tender entanglement lasted for a full hour before slowly coming to an end.

In the stillness of the night, only the even, soft sound of breathing could be heard in the room.

Sang Jiuning leaned lazily against him.

23:58am.

In the quiet darkness, Wen Zhaoci gently patted her back, softly waking the little girl in his arms: "Baby, wake up, don't sleep."

Sang Jiuning was fast asleep, her mind hazy and half-awake.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she laboriously lifted her heavy eyelids. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, and her soft voice was hoarse from just waking up: "Is it dawn yet...? I feel like I'm still not awake. I'm so sleepy."

Wen Zhaoci did not respond, but looked down tenderly at the person in his arms, his gaze lingering and affectionate, staring intently at the phone screen.

Finally, the time on the screen jumped precisely from 23:59 to 00:00.

A gentle smile instantly bloomed in his eyes. He reached out and picked up a huge, exquisitely packaged gift box from beside the bedside table, then held her firmly in his arms again, saying each word gently and solemnly, "Baby, happy birthday."

This gentle blessing, like a ray of light, instantly dispelled all of Sang Jiuning's sleepiness.

She suddenly snapped awake, her eyes widening as she stared at the exquisite gift box, almost as tall as a person. Her eyes were filled with shock and delight, and her heart pounded: "This...this is the surprise you were talking about? It's so big?"

"Mmm." Wen Zhaoci nodded gently, her tone tender. "It was prepared especially for you."

Sang Jiuning couldn't wait to sit up and carefully unpacked the layers of exquisite packaging.

The moment the wrapping paper was completely removed, a giant Totoro doll, over a meter tall, soft, and adorable in appearance, appeared before your eyes.

With its fluffy gray exterior, big round eyes, and adorable appearance, it looks exactly like the gentle and healing Totoro from Miyazaki Hayao's animation, so cute that it can win your heart at first glance.

Sang Jiuning subconsciously thought it was just an ordinary plush toy and was happily reaching out to hug it when a sweet, soft, gentle, and lively mechanical child's voice suddenly rang out from the Totoro doll:

"Happy birthday, Mom! I'm your birthday present, my name is Wanwu. Wan as in goodnight, Wu as in dancing!"

The sudden sound startled Sang Jiuning slightly, then her eyes lit up instantly, her eyebrows curved, and the corners of her lips involuntarily turned up high.

She gently stroked the soft Totoro fur with her fingertips and asked tenderly, "Why did you name yourself Wanwu? It's a very nice name."

The intelligent doll Wanwu responded immediately and accurately, her tone still soft and obedient: "Because it's 9 to 5! Daddy's name is Zhao, and Mommy's name is Jiu, so together it means 9 to 5."

These words, both straightforward and gentle, instantly touched the softest spot in Sang Jiuning's heart.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly. This smart Totoro was so intelligent and adorable, gentle and soothing, just like a little baby who had stepped out of a healing animation.

"Yes, I like you very much, especially." Sang Jiuning replied softly, her tone gentle and sincere.

Wanwu's round electronic eyes blinked, then she turned to look at Wen Zhaoci beside her, her soft voice ringing out again: "Daddy, look! Mommy loves me! From now on, I'm Mommy and Daddy's darling, a new member of this family!"

Wen Zhaoci lowered his eyes and gazed tenderly at the little girl beside him, whose eyes were smiling and who was full of joy. His voice was deep and affectionate, and he said solemnly, "Yes, she is a brand new little member of our family."

Sang Jiuning looked up at the man beside her, then looked down at the well-behaved and adorable smart totoro Wanwu beside her, nodded gently, and softly echoed, "Yes, she is the cutest new member of our family."

Early the next morning.

The wooden dining table is set with warm milk, fluffy toast, and perfectly cooked soft-boiled eggs, exuding a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The only sound in the quiet air was the soft clinking of cutlery. The robot Wanwu, standing obediently beside the table, occasionally flashed a soft light, quietly keeping the two company as they ate.

Sang Jiuning sipped the warm milk, her brows and eyes relaxed, with a hint of languor from just waking up.

Just as she was slowly chewing her toast, a deep, magnetic, and slightly hoarse young voice came from beside her.

"Baby, isn't our daughter a good girl?"

Wen Zhaoci's voice floated lightly into my ear, her tone natural and intimate.

Sang Jiuning paused, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were instantly filled with confusion. Her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot.

She tilted her head slightly to look at the boy beside her, her clear eyes blinking repeatedly, her mind racing: ? ? ? ? ? ?

What daughter?

Where did this girl come from?

When she woke up, what earth-shattering event had she missed? When did they get a daughter?

Sang Jiuning's fair face was filled with confusion, her pink lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were full of bewilderment, her little mind was working quickly, she went through the events of yesterday and today, but she couldn't find any related traces at all.

Just as she was feeling lost and helpless, Wen Zhaoci gently raised his long, slender fingers, pointing precisely at the robot Wanwu standing obediently beside him.

The boy had delicate and gentle features, and his dark eyes held an air of matter-of-factness, as if he were stating something perfectly normal.

"Our newest member." He paused, his gaze returning to Sang Jiuning's soft, delicate face, a hint of mischief hidden in the tenderness in his eyes. "Last night she called me 'Dad' and you 'Mom,' obediently acknowledging us, so naturally she's our daughter."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning instantly realized what was happening, and her cheeks flushed a light blush that spread from her earlobes to her neck.

I just received the title "Wanwu" last night and haven't thought about its deeper meaning at all.

I simply assumed it was part of the robot's system settings, mimicking the pattern of human pet families, and didn't see anything wrong with it at all.

But after Wen Zhaoci pointed it out so seriously, those simple "father and mother" relationships instantly took on a different flavor, with a sticky, ambiguous feeling coming over us.

She secretly regretted not realizing it last night.

When other couples raise cats or dogs, they gently refer to themselves as the cats' or dogs' parents, a unique and affectionate gesture between lovers.

And the two of them are unique, each keeping their own intelligent robot, a small member that belongs only to the two of them.

Sang Jiuning lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the shyness in them, her heartbeat quietly faltering.

She didn't dare look into the smiling eyes of the boy beside her, and could only pretend to be calm and respond softly.

"Yes, Wanwu is very well-behaved and obedient."

Her voice was soft and delicate, with a hint of undisguised shyness.