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

My heart stopped beating completely at that moment!

At the critical moment, Wen Zhaoci, who had been standing quietly at the door, suddenly sharpened his eyes and reacted with extreme speed.

With lightning speed, he stretched out his long arm, precisely grabbed her wrist, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled the little girl, who was about to fall, steadily into his arms!

"ah--!"

The sudden turn of events caused Sang Jiuning to scream uncontrollably, her voice both delicate and panicked, filled with embarrassment and shame.

She crashed completely into Wen Zhaoci's warm and firm embrace, her nose touching his warm chest, and she could clearly smell the clean and refreshing scent of his bath.

Panicked and at a loss, her mind went completely blank. Extreme embarrassment swept over her entire body. Her cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding, and even her ears and neck were flushed. She was so embarrassed that she could dig a castle out of the sole of her shoe with her toes.

"Wen Zhaoci! You...you close your eyes! Don't look!"

She buried herself in his arms in a panic, not daring to look up. Her voice was urgent and shy, with a faint sob in it, and she was completely at a loss.

The boy, who had been steadily pulling the person into his arms, froze on the spot.

His large hand rested steadily on her soft lower back, encircling her spine and protecting her tightly in his arms; his other hand landed gently on her hip, warm with the touch of his palm.

The warm touch traveled through the thin air, crystal clear.

He held the little girl he had been longing for, his Adam's apple bobbing violently with extreme restraint.

The warm yellow light quietly spilled into the entryway, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air spread freely, making it so sticky that it was hard to breathe.

Upon hearing the girl's flustered and shy instructions, Wen Zhaoci was exceptionally obedient. His long eyelashes drooped gently, and he obediently closed his eyes, concealing all the surging heat and longing in his eyes. He dared not disobey her in the slightest.

He could control his gaze, but he couldn't control the emotions surging in his heart, nor could he control his body's most instinctive reactions.

Sang Jiuning was held tightly in his arms, her back pressed against his burning palms, and her front against his firm, warm chest.

The next second, her lower abdomen suddenly pressed against a hard, hot surface. The clear sensation came unexpectedly, making her stiffen and freeze on the spot.

With a loud bang.

Sang Jiuning's mind went blank for a moment, her cheeks flushed red again, her face turning red from her ears to her neck, and even her fingertips turned a hot blush.

Panic overwhelmed all her thoughts, and she belatedly realized that the most important thing at the moment was not to make him close his eyes, but to make him let go of her hand and release her!

She opened her mouth, about to urge him with a sob in her voice, but before she could utter a single word, a warm, moist drop of liquid gently landed on her smooth shoulder.

The gentle touch is exceptionally clear.

Sang Jiuning was startled and subconsciously raised her flustered eyes to look at Wen Zhaoci.

Wen Zhaoci kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes drooping quietly, looking obedient and docile. However, two streams of bright red blood were slowly oozing from beneath her fair nose, flowing down her sharply defined jawline and dripping onto her shoulders and hair.

The crimson blood made his skin appear even paler, adding a touch of alluring, broken yet innocent charm.

Even though he was already in a sorry state with a nosebleed, and his whole body was tense and restrained to the extreme, his arms were still stubbornly wrapped around her waist, unwilling to loosen his grip on the little girl in his arms for even a moment.

Even though he was unbearably hot and disheveled at the moment, he couldn't bear to let go or loosen his grip even a little.

He even had an overwhelming desire; he wanted his baby.

Looking at his restrained and stoic demeanor, Sang Jiuning felt both ashamed and flustered, her heart filled with complex emotions, leaving her with nothing but embarrassment.

She softened her voice, which was tinged with panic: "Wen Zhaoci, let me go first."

This time, his tone was filled with a genuine pleading and urging.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci slowly relaxed her tense arms and gradually withdrew all her strength.

The restraints suddenly disappeared, and Sang Jiuning almost immediately took two steps back like a startled rabbit, turned around hastily, and plunged into the bathroom, locking the door with a "click," shutting out all the ambiguity and embarrassment.

The steam in the small bathroom hadn't dissipated, and the warm air enveloped her. Sang Jiuning leaned against the door, her hands tightly covering her burning cheeks, her heart still pounding wildly in her chest, almost out of control.

The scene just now replayed in her mind again and again, and a wave of shame swept over her, making her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Outside the door, Wen Zhaoci, now free, raised her hand, her slender fingers gently covering her bleeding nose, a very soft gasp escaping her throat.

He glanced down and said, "Brother, you're in too much of a hurry."

The burning sensation in his eyes continued unabated. He casually wiped away the bloodstains, turned around, and walked stiffly toward the kitchen. He then filled a glass with cold water and rinsed his nasal cavity.

Inside the bathroom, Sang Jiuning calmed her flustered mind slightly, looked down at the ground, and let out another helpless sigh.

In the frantic struggle, the pajamas I was going to change into were already soaked with moisture, lying softly on the ground, wrinkled and damp, completely unwearable.

Sang Jiuning frowned in annoyance, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.

Do I... have to ask Wen Zhaoci to bring in the pajamas again?

The thought of that incredibly awkward scene made her scalp tingle. She also wasn't sure if the incredibly thoughtful Wen Zhaoci had prepared an extra set of clean pajamas for her.

I can't just stay here wrapped in this thin bath towel forever.

After much hesitation, she carefully moved to the door, gently placed her fingertips on the doorknob, and tentatively opened a very thin crack.

Her gaze swept across the doorway, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

Sometime later, a clean paper bag was quietly hanging on the doorknob outside the bathroom.

Sang Jiuning felt relieved, quickly reached in and pulled the paper bag inside, then locked the bathroom door again.

Unpacking the paper bag revealed a brand-new, soft, and clean set of pure cotton pajamas. The size was perfect for her, and the fabric was soft and gentle on her skin, clearly something he had prepared beforehand.

She quickly changed out of her bath towel, neatly put on her pajamas, composed herself, and then gently pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

The living room was empty; Wen Zhaoci was nowhere to be seen.

The warm yellow light gently fell, and the surroundings were quiet.

Sang Jiuning looked up at the tightly closed bedroom door, hesitated, then stepped forward and gently pushed it open a crack.

The bedroom was softly lit. Wen Zhaoci had finished washing and tidying up and was sitting upright against the headboard.

He changed into a clean set of pajamas, shedding his previous disheveled state. His features returned to their usual refined and gentle appearance. Holding his phone, he looked down at the screen quietly. His profile was clean and sharp, and his expression was calm and serene, as if the ambiguous and embarrassing situation that had just caused her so much distress had never happened.

Sang Jiuning stood at the door, her steps suddenly halting.