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

The warm breath brushed past her ear, making Sang Jiuning feel weak all over and her cheeks burning hot.

She bit her lower lip, unable to resist his insistence, and could only whisper in agreement: "...I understand. Don't act like this outside next time."

Wen Zhaoci's smile deepened. He deliberately played dumb, and slowly asked, "How?"

He loved seeing her blushing and helpless, yet utterly unable to do anything about it; it was incredibly adorable.

Sang Jiuning was speechless at his question and too embarrassed to explain in detail. She could only turn her face away angrily, saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore! You're so glib!"

Remembering her embarrassment in class, she quickly changed the subject, trying to defuse the awkward atmosphere: "By the way, could you help me with my spoken English tonight? I got called on by the teacher in class today, and I stumbled through a long passage of English, with many pronunciations wrong. It was so embarrassing."

The thought of her professor's serious gaze gave Sang Jiuning a headache and filled her with anxiety.

Spoken English is really her weakness. She gets extremely nervous every time she reads aloud in public, and the more nervous she gets, the worse she reads.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci's eyes lit up slightly, a hint of secretive and dangerous interest flashing quickly in them. Her tone was relaxed and casual: "Spoken language? That's my forte."

Sang Jiuning was completely unaware of the ill intentions in his eyes, assuming he was simply confident and simple-minded. She instantly breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced that she had found the right person.

Fortunately, Wen Zhaoci was there, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to make up for her shortcomings. It seems she has to work hard tonight and practice her spoken English.

The two walked back to the apartment side by side.

As soon as she entered the door, Wen Zhaoci rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to cook, her movements skillful and efficient.

Sang Jiuning followed behind him, wanting to lend a hand in washing the vegetables, but she couldn't get a hand in it at all.

The smart robot at home, Wanwu, has become the busiest tool in the house.

It was only a short walk from the kitchen to the dining table, and Wen Zhaoci was too lazy to let Sang Jiuning do anything. He directed Wanwu to carry the tray back and forth to deliver the dishes.

Looking at Wanwu diligently carrying the dishes, Sang Jiuning couldn't help but complain helplessly, "It's just a few steps away. I can walk there and carry them myself. There's no need to bother Wanwu."

While stirring the vegetables in the pan, Wen Zhaoci spoke casually, her tone matter-of-fact: "We don't support idlers in our family."

Sang Jiuning was amused by his words. She took two steps forward, leaned against the kitchen door frame, and teased him deliberately, "Then you shouldn't support me. I feel super idle right now, and I don't get to do any chores."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhaoci turned off the gas stove, turned around, and strode over to her.

Before Sang Jiuning could react, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, gently pulled her up, and placed her steadily on his lap before sitting down at the dining table.

Sang Jiuning was caught off guard and sat in his lap. Her body stiffened instantly, and her hands instinctively pressed against his chest. Her cheeks flushed instantly.

Can this person please stop being so sudden?!

She was flustered and about to speak when Wen Zhaoci gently lifted his long, slender fingertips, his delicate, warm fingertips lightly caressing her soft lips in a tender yet ambiguous gesture.

He lowered his gaze to her flushed face, his voice low and tender: "Others are idle men, but my wife isn't."

"After dinner, let's go to the study to get down to business."

Sang Jiuning was completely bewildered and didn't think much of it, naturally assuming that he was talking about practicing spoken English.

She relaxed, nestled obediently in his arms, and nodded earnestly: "Yes, studies are the most important. I really need to brush up on my spoken English tonight."

At that moment, she was completely absorbed in her studies and failed to grasp the hidden meaning in the man's eyes.

Sang Jiuning ate the entire dinner sitting on Wen Zhaoci's lap.

Their posture was sticky and intimate, beyond belief.

Every time she raised her hand to eat, every time she swallowed, she could feel his breath and heartbeat. Occasionally, when they were too close, their lips would touch. A sense of shame swept over her, and Sang Jiuning kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look up.

She secretly felt annoyed; it was so embarrassing. Even children don't eat like this. Only Wen Zhaoci always liked to make her do it.

After finally finishing dinner and tidying up the table, the two went into the study.

When we first started practicing, everything was quite normal.

Sang Jiuning held the textbook and read the English paragraphs aloud sentence by sentence. Every time her pronunciation was incorrect or her intonation was off, Wen Zhaoci would gently interrupt her and patiently correct her mouth shape and breath, speaking gently and earnestly.

The study was quiet, with only her voice reading English aloud and Wen Zhaoci's deep voice giving instructions; the atmosphere was peaceful and focused.

Sang Jiuning gradually became engrossed in the lesson, her tense mind slowly relaxing. She couldn't help but feel fortunate that Wen Zhaoci was patient, and the tutoring was much more effective than her own haphazard practice.

However, this peaceful state only lasted for half an hour.

Half an hour later, Wen Zhaoci suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

His tall frame completely enveloped her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, locking her firmly in his embrace. His chin rested gently on the top of her soft hair, his breath warm and tender against her hair.

The earnest tone that had been guiding him had completely vanished, replaced by a low, languid voice, brimming with possessiveness.

He spoke softly, asking slowly, "Wife, have you been a good girl?"

The sudden question made Sang Jiuning stop reading aloud instantly, completely stunned.

Why are you suddenly asking this question when you've been practicing your spoken English?

Completely unaware of the dark and dangerous undercurrent in the man's eyes behind her, she answered softly, completely unguarded, "If you say I'm good, I'm good; if you say I'm not good, I'm not good."

Her tone was gentle and obedient, with a touch of innocent naiveté.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head, his nose brushing against the top of her head, his eyes filled with a deep and tender smile, and he said in a doting tone, "Yes, my wife is very well-behaved."

He paused for two seconds, then tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer. His voice was low, carrying a hint of deliberate coaxing: "So, I've learned a new 'tutoring method,' honey, can you help me?"

Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat, and she belatedly realized that something was wrong.

The atmosphere in the study had become ambiguous and sticky at some point, and the man behind me exuded a very oppressive aura, which didn't seem like he was there to study properly at all.

She gripped her textbook tightly, her heart pounding wildly, a bad premonition creeping over her.

The so-called oral English tutoring seems to have completely changed its nature from this moment on.

……

"Honey, you also put it in the drawer of the study..." Sang Jiuning was speechless. It's normal to have it in the bedroom, it's not normal to have it in the bathroom, but it's very abnormal to have it in the study.

"Hmm, this box has two flavors, one for the bedroom and one for the bathroom." Wen Zhaoci's breathing was a little heavy. There was also one under the sofa that smelled like apple, one in the kitchen that smelled like orange, and he hadn't decided where to put the rest.

I feel like I didn't buy enough.

Sang Jiuning: ...

This person is wicked.

I don't even know when I prepared it.

Wen Zhaoci would never mention that she bought it along with her toothbrush and pajamas.