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

Back on the soft bed in the bedroom, Wen Zhaoci carefully laid her down.

Sang Jiuning felt weak and sore all over, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep to get some rest. She was secretly relieved that it was finally over.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the man beside her leaning over, opening the bedside table drawer, and taking out an identical small umbrella.

At that moment, Sang Jiuning's eyes widened instantly, and the weariness and grievances in her heart surged up all at once.

She glared at Wen Zhaoci, who stood calmly and collected, his eyes brimming with interest, her tone heavy with accusation and exhaustion: "Wen Zhaoci! Are you ever going to stop? You just said in the bathroom that this was the last time!"

She really couldn't take it anymore; her whole body felt like it was falling apart, and she was so weak and sore that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms.

Wen Zhaoci leaned down and supported himself beside her, looking down at her angry glare at him. The girl's eyes were red, she was both angry and aggrieved, and she looked so delicate that it made his desire and pity intertwine.

He gently pinched her puffed-up cheek with his fingertips, his voice hoarse and gentle, with a hint of coaxing: "Wife, what I just said was, one more time, not the last time."

He lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows and eyes, patiently coaxing her, "Sweetie, this time it will be over quickly, I won't make things difficult for you."

Sang Jiuning was completely deflated after hearing this.

She was both angry and exhausted, and had no desire to cooperate any longer. She buried her head in the soft pillow, pulled the blanket over herself, and hid herself completely under the covers, refusing to show her face.

A muffled voice came from under the covers, filled with grievance and coquettishness, soft and sweet: "I've been naughty... I really can't take it anymore, I have no strength left, please let me go."

She was truly heartbroken and speechless. This person's stamina was simply not normal. Every time he said it would be quick, the last time, but it never seemed to end.

Looking at the small, soft, and adorable little bundle of joy swollen up in the blankets, looking all pitiful, Wen Zhaoci felt a pang of heartache, yet her possessiveness remained undiminished.

He reached out and gently pulled back the blanket covering her, tenderly yet forcefully turning the person buried in the pillow over.

He then reached for a soft pillow, carefully placed it under her waist, and adjusted it to the most comfortable position.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and tender, "With this cushion, my wife won't be tired."

Sang Jiuning stared at the ceiling with wet eyes, her eyes red-rimmed, her mind blank, and she didn't even have the strength to argue.

She had no idea how long the ordeal lasted; her consciousness gradually faded as exhaustion overwhelmed her.

What was supposed to be the last time turned into another time when he gently clung to me after it was over.

As night deepened, only the soft sounds of breathing and the gentle rustling of the curtains remained in the bedroom.

Sang Jiuning finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep, nestled in Wen Zhaoci's warm embrace, held tightly in his arms.

The next morning, Sang Jiuning was awakened by exhaustion and soreness all over her body. Her eyelids were heavy, and as soon as her mind cleared, the scene of Wen Zhaoci pestering her the night before came flooding back, clear and vivid, and she couldn't shake it off.

She was instantly filled with resentment and didn't want to pay any attention to the person beside her.

Wen Zhaoci slept soundly beside her, his breathing long and warm, his arms still tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her completely in his embrace, possessiveness etched into his very bones.

Sang Jiuning grew angrier the more she thought about it, so she simply stopped lying down. With a little effort, she stretched her legs out of the warm blankets and lightly kicked Wen Zhaoci's shin, her tone filled with morning grumpiness and reproach: "It's all your fault!"

The kick wasn't very powerful; it was more like a pouting, aggrieved gesture. It wasn't very intimidating, but it precisely woke up the lightly sleeping Wen Zhaoci.

Wen Zhaoci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes instantly. Her dark eyes, which had just woken up, were tinged with a lazy crimson, and the next second they were tinged with a faint smile.

He reacted quickly, raising his hand to precisely grasp her slender ankle. His warm palm firmly enveloped her slightly cool skin, the force gentle yet allowing no escape.

He leaned slightly closer to her, his voice low and husky, like someone just waking up in the morning, with a deliberately seductive roguish air: "Wife, don't you know you shouldn't mess with men in the morning?"

Sang Jiuning's heart tightened, and she subconsciously tried to pull her foot back and move her body towards the pillow, attempting to escape his control.

Hearing Zhao Ci's hand was clenched tightly, the warm touch spreading up her ankle, locking her firmly in place, giving her no room to escape.

She was already feeling resentful about what happened last night, and now that he was teasing her so jokingly, her cheeks flushed slightly. She was both angry and embarrassed, but she couldn't say anything to refute him. She could only turn her face away sullenly and refuse to look at him.

Wen Zhaoci looked at her puffed-up face, like a cat with its fur standing on end, and chuckled softly. The vibrations in his chest were gentle and tender.

He stopped teasing her, afraid of upsetting his wife, and softened his tone: "Honey, get up, or you'll be late for your 8 a.m. class."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down slightly and gently pressed his warm lips to Sang Jiuning's smooth forehead, giving her a soft and devout good morning kiss, which was extremely tender.

After the kiss, Wen Zhaoci slowly released his grip on her ankle, then got out of bed, went into the kitchen, and prepared breakfast for the two of them.

The room fell silent instantly.

Sang Jiuning stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding, her face burning with embarrassment.

She secretly thought to herself that Wen Zhaoci really knew how to manipulate her.

He was the stubborn and domineering person who refused to back down the night before, and he was also the gentle, considerate, and accommodating person the next day. The contrast was so great that she couldn't really get angry.

Ten minutes later, Wen Zhaoci had prepared a simple breakfast, with fried eggs, hot milk, and toast arranged neatly.

He wiped his hands and went back to the bedroom, where he saw Sang Jiuning sitting up, leaning against the headboard in a daze.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He strode over, bent down slightly, and, with a rare touch of coquetry in his voice, pleaded softly, "Wife, can I have a hug?"

Sang Jiuning slowly raised her eyes to look at him, seeing the expectation in his eyes.

She merely raised her hand and casually wrapped it around his waist, letting go immediately after a second, her actions as perfunctory as could be.

She barely looked at him the whole time, clearly still angry about what she said last night about it being the last time.

Wen Zhaoci knew that she was still thinking about his loss of control last night and hadn't completely let go of the matter.

He didn't force her or provoke her any further. He just sighed softly. His wife was angry, and he had to coax her properly.

How to coax him?

Soothing in bed?