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

Sang Jiuning was both amused and exasperated when she saw Tang Tongtong's crazy infatuation messages in the dormitory group chat.

If Fu Yanchen, who is aloof and taciturn and hates being watched and talked about, knew that his roommate was instantly smitten and smitten by the way he was earnestly recording a marriage proposal video for his sister tonight, I wonder what his expression would be.

They'll probably be completely helpless.

Tang Tongtong, on the other hand, is the complete opposite.

That little girl was lively and cheerful, with a warm and pure nature, like a little sun that always shines brightly, innocent and warm, without a single worry.

The sound of water was still coming from the bathroom. Sang Jiuning leaned against the headboard, looking at her phone screen, a smile never fading from her lips.

Sang Jiuning thought to herself: Perhaps only someone as passionate and vibrant as Tang Tongtong could gradually warm up Fu Yanchen's frozen world and illuminate his dark life.

Without the slightest hesitation, she opened her contacts and promptly sent Fu Yanchen's WeChat contact to Tang Tongtong, followed by his phone number.

The message was sent successfully and the other party replied almost instantly.

A cute emoji of a little person jumping, spinning, and dancing popped up on the screen, lively and adorable, instantly dispelling the dullness of the late night.

Immediately afterwards, a message from Tang Tongtong popped up: [Crazy Little Bean (Tang Tongtong): My darling! I'm still awake! What a surprise!]

Sang Jiuning looked at the screen, a slight smile unconsciously curving her lips as she typed a reply.

Just as she finished typing two words, a new message popped up. The little girl was exceptionally enthusiastic: [Crazy Little Bean: Don't worry, little sister! I'll definitely get along well with my brother! When you and your husband get married, I'll definitely save up a super big red envelope as a generous gift!]

Looking at these straightforward and sincere words, Sang Jiuning felt a warmth in her heart and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This little girl is always so full of energy; it's heartwarming to see her like that.

She was just about to reply when her gaze inadvertently drifted away from her phone screen. The moment she looked up, her breath caught in her throat.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and warm steam wafted out through the crack, carrying a faint fragrance of bathwater.

Wen Zhaoci walked out slowly.

He was only loosely wrapped in a white bath towel, which was tied around his waist, and his smooth and taut upper body was completely exposed under the warm yellow light.

Drips of wet black hair fell down his sharp jawline, rolled over his defined collarbone, and then slowly cascaded down along the lines of his well-defined abs.

His eight-pack abs were clearly defined, with clean and beautiful lines. The tiny water droplets on them swayed slightly, making them look clean and incredibly striking.

Sang Jiuning instantly recalled a joke he had once made to her in a serious tone: "Baby, my abs are really good for swimming."

Seeing this with my own eyes, my heart skipped a beat for no reason, and my cheeks flushed slightly uncontrollably.

Wen Zhaoci's gaze was fixed on the girl on the bed, his deep eyes filled with a strong possessiveness, but also with an undeniable tenderness.

He walked over quietly, bent down and reached out, his warm hand firmly encircling her waist.

Their warm, delicate skin pressed tightly together, without any barrier between them.

Sang Jiuning could clearly feel the firm muscles in his abdomen, rising and falling gently with each steady breath, the warmth penetrating through his skin and burning straight into her heart.

"Honey, it's late, you should rest."

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head slightly, his warm breath spraying all over her delicate neck, tickling her and carrying his unique, refreshing scent.

Sang Jiuning knew perfectly well what was going on.

This person doesn't actually want to rest.

Since we got our marriage certificate, he hasn't been still. The faint red marks on my body haven't completely faded yet, still lightly imprinted on my skin. Now, as his warm fingertips caress my waist, a tingling, itchy sensation instantly spreads throughout my body.

She thought to herself helplessly: Wen Zhaoci is really never quiet for a moment.

Before she could speak, the man's tall figure gently covered her, encircling her on the soft bed and in his arms.

His warm lips descended, gentle yet domineering, landing precisely on the red marks on her neck, kissing them again and again, gently imprinting new, deep and shallow marks upon the old ones.

Sang Jiuning instinctively flinched slightly, all her senses amplified to an extreme degree.

It must be admitted that she and Wen Zhaoci have always been instinctively and perfectly compatible.

Their personalities and every intimate moment they shared were a perfect match.

Wen Zhaoci's kisses slowly moved upwards, lingering over her chin and lips, tender and affectionate, again and again, patient yet revealing a strong possessiveness.

The hand around her waist wasn't idle either; its warm fingertips gently caressed her two perfectly round mounds with a delicate touch.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually intensified, enveloping the small bed.

"Husband...husband..."

……

Sang Jiuning's consciousness gradually faded, her eyes became misty and unfocused.

Her once clear and soft voice had completely softened, becoming weak and sticky, devoid of any strength.

Hearing her soft, sweet voice, Wen Zhaoci paused slightly.

He lowered his head slightly, bringing his face close to her shoulder, and gently nibbled on her small earlobe with his warm lips.

A subtle touch came, and a delicate itch instantly spread throughout my body.

This is the most sensitive spot on her body.

Sang Jiuning trembled all over, instinctively turning her head to avoid it, her shoulders slightly curled up, her heart feeling itchy and soft, and a little flustered.

Wen Zhaoci's soft laughter fell on her ear, his voice deep, magnetic, gentle, and alluring: "Wife, hold on."

He whispered in her ear, his voice slightly coquettish, "My wife's voice is so beautiful, say a few more words, say what I want to hear."

Sang Jiuning's cheeks instantly turned bright red, her ears burned, and she felt incredibly ashamed.

Those soft, sweet, and slightly risqué words were all taught to her by Wen Zhaoci over the past few days, and she was extremely embarrassed by each one.

She bit her lip, her cheeks burning hot. She didn't want to speak, but she couldn't resist his gentle seduction, nor could she resist the deep and expectant look in his eyes.

In the end, he could only obediently listen and speak out in a low, indistinct voice, one sentence at a time.

The more she talked, the more ashamed she felt. Her nose tingled slightly, and her eyes welled up with tears, which eventually condensed into glistening teardrops that hung on her long eyelashes and swayed gently.

She was so soft and cuddly, so obedient and endearing.

Wen Zhaoci looked at her reddened eyes and wet pupils, and his movements were instantaneous...