Looking up, he saw Yan Xiao looking down at him with a dark face and furrowed brows.

"Are you putting on a show in front of my house? What kind of charade are you up to?"

Feng Tiezhu got up and rubbed his buttocks.

"Oh? Brother Yan, so you're home?"

Yan Xiao: "Where would I go if I'm not home?"

"What's up?"

Feng Tiezhu looked suspicious. He hadn't offended Yan Xiao recently, had he?

“You’re home, why aren’t you opening the door for me? You haven’t come to work all day, my dad told me to come and check on you.”

"Yeah, I had something come up in town today and I just got back. I'll go to work tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Okay, where's your sister-in-law?"

"She's asleep."

"Okay, as long as you're all alright, I'll head back now."

"Um."

After Yan Xiao turned around and bolted the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this was an accident, he might go with me every month from now on...

After this ordeal, he was extremely worried about leaving his wife alone.

The era my wife lives in is a dazzling world full of temptations.

She has a handsome young male servant at home, runs into her annoying ex-girlfriend when she goes out, and has an affair in a public place...

Yan Xiao's brows were so furrowed they could trap a mosquito.

With Qingqing being so beautiful, it's no wonder that some people might covet his treasure.

It seems I'll have to ask the squad leader for leave in advance next time.

Judging from Tie Zhu's posture just now, he was just short of breaking down the door.

He turned and walked into the main room, where Wen Qinghe was setting out the food at the eight-immortal table.

He walked over and took the lunchbox from her hand.

Why didn't you let me do these things?

The five or six boxes were quite heavy, and the little girl had red marks on her fingertips.

He took the little girl's hand, put it to his lips, and blew on it.

Wen Qinghe reluctantly withdrew her hand.

"It's just a little red mark, it will disappear after a while."

Yan Xiao looked at him with tenderness and said, "You've worked so hard, my darling."

Wen Qinghe was both amused and exasperated: ...What kind of hardship is this?

"Ayan, let's just make do with this for dinner tonight."

Yan Xiao opened the lid of the lunchbox, looked at the dishes on the table, and remained silent for a moment.

Garlic crayfish, stir-fried squid strips, potato and beef cubes, and baked baby bok choy with salted egg yolk.

No matter which dish it is, it has nothing to do with the word "make do".

However, this also shows that even if he has something urgent to do and can't come back to cook, she won't go hungry.

He felt relieved.

While God sent her here, He also gave her a magic weapon to make a living.

In fact, he had been secretly guessing the reason why the little girl's body had suddenly recovered.

It's mostly related to the spring water in the space.

After all, after each workout, she only needs to soak in a spring, and even the most intense marks on her body will gradually disappear.

He dared not imagine what would happen if the little girl came into this world without any space to protect her…

Will he still be able to see her at that educated youth courtyard as planned...?

The mere thought of that possibility of rejection made his heart ache so much he could hardly breathe...

"Ayan?"

A small, jade-white hand appeared in his line of sight and waved in front of him.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking? Which cuisine do you want? We'll go to the space to get it... um—"

The man met the girl's concerned gaze, suddenly hooked his arm around her waist and lifted her up, then lowered his head and captured her soft, sweet lips.

His kisses were urgent and passionate, like a fish yearning for the sea.

Wen Qinghe's tongue was numb from being sucked.

She let out a soft "Ouch" in pain, and only then did the man, panting, slightly release his lips.

He lowered his head and buried it in the girl's delicate neck, his eyes concealing the crimson in them.

"Baby...don't leave me..."

The man's sudden low, hoarse, and fragile voice surprised and saddened Wen Qinghe.

"Okay, okay~ I won't leave... I'll always be Ayan's."

"Um"

Wen Qinghe had always thought that only women were sentimental and had large mood swings during their menstrual period.

She never imagined that Yan Xiao would be even worse.

I don't know what he was imagining, but he kept replaying the scenario in his mind that she would leave him.

It was ten minutes later when Yan Xiao's emotions were completely calmed down.

Wen Qinghe frowned, her face full of resentment as she gathered her disheveled collar.

Judging from the man's serious expression as he peeled the shrimp, she couldn't tell at all whether he was deliberately being downcast to benefit himself.

She felt more like his appetizer than the dinner on the table.

My lips were numb from being kissed, and my neck and collarbone were marked with red welts from being sucked, not to mention my chest…

She can still feel the strange sensation from the fabric rubbing against her skin...

If this weren't still on the dinner table, she would have been completely devoured...

In front of Yan Xiao was a plate full of peeled shrimp meat, and he pushed the bowl over with his large, well-defined hands.

"Baby, eat the shrimp first."

Wen Qinghe looked down at the golden-yellow shrimp meat coated in garlic sauce, bursting with juice, and couldn't wait to take a bite.

This garlic flavor is definitely better than the spicy one!

He thought to himself: Okay, for the sake of this plate of shrimp, I'll let it go since you took advantage of me...

Yan Xiao: My wife is so cute~ A serving of shrimp meat solved her little mood, it was worth it!

...

The night was gentle.

Only a small rechargeable desk lamp was lit in the room.

Despite its small size, the warm yellow light reveals everything in the room.

Light can drive away darkness, but yellow light can't...

"Baby, yesterday you said you wanted to swing on the tip of your nose and slide down your abs?"

"I...I was just joking..."

"But I want to try... I want to help my child fulfill their wish."

Wen Qinghe's face instantly flushed red: ...Are you sure this is my wish coming true...?

"You...no..."

With a flick of his hand, the man actually placed Wen Qinghe on his abs.

The crucial point is, she...she just finished showering, and she was only wrapped in a bath towel.

The man's well-defined abdominal muscles were clearly visible; Wen Qinghe could feel them as soon as she sat down...

"Sweetie, want to play on the slide? Sweetie, I'll teach you..."

...

Her soft, delicate moans seemed to make even the bright full moon shyly hide behind the clouds…

...

Wen Qinghe didn't get up until noon the next day.

This slide is...

My entire lower body feels like it doesn't belong to me.

She finally understood what it meant for trouble to come from one's mouth.

It's all her fault for being so talkative.

Her whole bottom is numb right now, and a certain unspeakable spot is sore and weak, from being rubbed too much.

Who would have thought that this man would truly not waste a single word!

Her legs go weak at the mere mention of the word "slide".

…

She can never look his nose in the eye again!

Why does this man have such a high nose bridge for no reason?

It is tall and spacious.

…