Chapter 27 is almost crushed.

Instead of getting the answer I wanted, I made someone cry.

Zhong Yan sighed deeply.

This is not something he should do.

"Jin Huan, that's not what I meant." Zhong Yan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her tears. He said in a low voice, "I wasn't questioning your feelings."

Girls' tears come easily. If they just cried because of a touching movie, their emotions are already there. Once they are stirred up, it's like a faucet that has been turned on.

I sniffed hard, but tears were still falling.

The handkerchief was absorbent and mostly wet. Zhong Yan quietly wiped her for a while, then patted her back and said softly with her eyes downcast, "It's good that you like it. I cherish it."

Jin Huan looked up at him again. He said "precious" in a very sincere tone. Jin Huan looked up at him pitifully and quietly, and saw the tall man in front of her bend slightly over her with a hint of heartache on his face. His broad shoulders were almost covering her body.

"I just... couldn't help but want to confirm with you."

When Jin Huan first heard Zhong Yan talk about his feelings, she was quickly drawn to the novelty. Zhong Yan could easily see her feelings, but she could never understand his.

She opened her eyes wide and said firmly, "I'm very sure."

I'm pretty sure she likes him.

Whatever kind of affection I have for him, it's unique; I don't feel this way about anyone else.

Zhong Yan saw her unwavering resolve, a resolve rarely seen at her age, to the point that he was moved by it.

Zhong Yan's breathing grew heavier. He realized that his feelings at this moment were unusual, and he began to regret that this conversation tonight should not have happened.

It was wrong of him to make her cry during such a conversation.

Zhong Yan looked down at her for a while, almost completely consumed by regret. He felt terrible, his gaze darkened, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Come closer, let me kiss you."

Before Jin Huan could react, her chin was grabbed and her head was forcibly lifted by the strength of his hand, followed by a quiet yet forceful kiss.

Before Jin Huan could react, he pulled her into his arms with his other hand, encircling her waist and pressing her back tightly against his. The sounds of their lips entwining reached her mind, and she felt her lips being gently rubbed before being sucked hard.

His breathing was low, and the force of his manly control was fully displayed at this moment. He was determined to make her forget what had just happened with this kiss. His lips kissed the corner of her mouth, and a tear rolled into it.

Zhong Yan slowly kissed her cheek again.

He gently turned his head to kiss her, tenderly pressing his cheek against hers. Jin Huan had just cried, and she couldn't help but pull her neck back, her back and cheek trembling slightly. She hesitated and pushed Zhong Yan away, trying to turn her face away.

His whole face was covered in tears, and the tears must have made his cheeks taste salty.

Zhong Yan understood what she was thinking almost immediately. He hugged her tighter and whispered, "Sweet."

His tone was very gentle at this moment, and he coaxed her softly, "Xiao Bao is very sweet."

His embrace was warm, and she could faintly smell a fragrance on his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her, allowing Jin Huan's previously sensitive heart to settle down peacefully, and she leaned into his arms.

She loved the sound of him coaxing her baby, and Jin Huan loved listening to it.

He placed his hand on her back and patted her gently. Sensing that she was feeling better, he silently lowered his head and gently sucked on the skin of her neck. Slowly, the pressure increased, and Jin Huan's toes curled up in response.

Sensing a signal that was impossible to ignore, almost overwhelmingly so, Jin Huan's cheeks trembled violently. She tried to wrap her arms around his neck and asked with concern, "You've been flying all day, you must be very tired."

She still remembered to care if he was tired at this moment, she was so sweet. Zhong Yan patted the back of her head: "It's okay, I have plenty of energy."

Remembering why she had been working out so hard lately, Zhong Yan whispered to her, "Try what you like...it'll be a bit heavy."

Jin Huan opened her mouth, a syllable came out, but she quickly swallowed it back. She could only softly call out, "Sir."

"What should I call you?" Zhong Yan asked her.

“Daddy.” Jin Huan paused for half a second before speaking softly.

Zhong Yan responded in a low voice: "And then? What about Daddy?"

He exuded an attractive, sexy aura, especially his chest, which was broad and soft, allowing Jin Huan to bury her face in it when she leaned against him. She loved lying on him like that.

Jin Huan can hardly remember why she cried just now, or how much she cried. If she cries again, it will definitely not be because of that, but because of something else.

Today, I can't stop crying. I never knew I could have so many tears. How can such a small place as the tear duct hold so much water?

Jin Huan hallucinated a form of being pounded with a pestle, first slowly, then heavily, almost crushing it. The last vestiges of her consciousness were still contemplating the shape of the container, like crushing a juicy tomato.

The wine had been prepared but not yet drunk. Zhong Yan took a sip, held it in her mouth, and leaned down to pass it to her.

Hmm... the wine is sweet.

He swallowed it down with great pleasure, then opened his mouth again, wanting to drink more of the sweet wine.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made my skin a little red, but in such a quiet setting, the atmosphere was actually quite pleasant.

Last time at the ancestral home, we agreed to take a bath together when we had the chance. Zhong Yan wrapped her in a blanket, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom on the second floor.

He carried her with ease, his arms supporting her so that she was almost embedded in his embrace, and going up to the second floor was a piece of cake.

The bathtub at home isn't used often, so now's the perfect time to enjoy yourself. She put her in, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Zhong Yan leaned down, patted her back, and coaxed, "Okay, little treasure, relax for a bit."

She is really cute.

She always obeyed him, which made Zhong Yan's regretful feelings spread again. She had been so brave since she met him, and he should take better care of her feelings. Even if she didn't understand, he should guide her in a better way.

A smart child can understand it as soon as it's explained.

With this in mind, Zhong Yan helped her tie her hair up. Surprisingly, his hair-tying skills were quite good. He helped her tie her hair into a cute bun, and then patiently applied shower gel to her. The shower gel at home was newly bought. Zhong Yan had done his research and bought a brand and scent that girls liked. It had a faint gardenia fragrance, which was occasionally a bit the same as her natural scent.

The shower gel easily creates simple, rich, and delicate foam.

Jin Huan stayed obediently, looking at Zhong Yan, her gaze lingering on his features.

"Aren't you going to come in and shower with me?" Jin Huan's voice had a soft, cloying quality to it, like the cream cake that had melted away after a mouthful.

Zhong Yan paused for a moment, then replied gently, "If we go together... I'm afraid I'll have to continue."

He wouldn't have done this before, and he never thought he would do this.

But when he was pressing on her waist downstairs just now, he clearly noticed that the crack that had appeared was not only emotional, but also physical, other parts of her body, and certain behaviors that were beginning to slip out of his control.

Jin Huan finally smiled and said softly, "You said it, today is Valentine's Day."

Valentine's Day is a very romantic day. They are husband and wife, lovers, and these are all natural things, so what does it matter if they continue?

Zhong Yan said helplessly, "That's already twice. If you continue, you'll get hurt."

Zhong Yan was very good at comforting her in these situations.

After leaving the bathroom and returning to the bedroom, Zhong Yan reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, "Why were you crying just now?"

Tears streamed down her face, soaking her handkerchief completely.

"It's because I like you." Jin Huan leaned against his chest and took a deep breath. "I like you the way you are."

Zhong Yan chuckled softly, it was unclear whether he was mocking her or something else, and said in a low voice, "So Xiao Bao likes to shed tears too..."

Jin Huan buried her face in his chest, feeling embarrassed.

She really liked it when Zhong Yan would talk to her at this time, whether it was casual or gentle. This kind of light conversation made it easy for people to feel close, as if they had always talked about everything like this.

I'm finally no longer crying because of his questions.

Zhong Yan never imagined he would be like this one day, racking his brains to take care of his wife's feelings and coax her to sleep. He patted her back to lull her to sleep and apologized to her for not preparing a Valentine's Day gift for her today.

"Your return is the best gift." Jin Huan was still leaning against his chest, her voice almost muffled, and she said with utmost sincerity, "Really, you are the best."

Zhong Yan sighed softly, "I understand."

For him, raising a wife and raising children are the same thing.

This will be how it will be from now on.

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To truly enjoy Monday, you need to get up early.

She forgot to set her alarm in the morning, and it was Zhong Yan who woke her up. He gently patted her shoulder and told her to get up.

After waking up, Jin Huan was stunned for a moment, then remembered it was Monday, so she reached out haphazardly to look for her phone.

Zhong Yan handed her the phone and said, "It's only seven o'clock, there's still time."

Breakfast was ready. Zhong Yanchen went for a jog for a while and then waited for Jin Huan to have breakfast together. He looked energetic, which was the complete opposite of Jin Huan.

"Does your knee hurt?" Zhong Yan asked her during breakfast.

Yesterday, she almost fell out of his arms. Her knee accidentally hit the corner of the sofa. He pulled her back, and just as he was about to catch her off guard, he ignored the slight frown on her face caused by the pain.

Jin Huan doesn't even remember anything about knees.

She blinked, the shrimp dumpling she'd stuffed into her mouth was now encased in her oral cavity, and she shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

Zhong Yan's gaze slowly settled on her collarbone.

Today, Jin Huan wore a V-neck sweater as her base layer, which revealed half of her collarbone. She was in a bit of a hurry, so she just grabbed the clothes and put them on without looking in the mirror.

It extends from just above the collarbone down to the neck and a little behind the ear.

Zhong Yan's gaze lingered for a few seconds before he subtly looked away.

After finishing breakfast, Jin Huan packed her things to go out. Zhong Yan took out a scarf and handed it to Jin Huan.

"Put this on."

Jin Huan glanced out the window instinctively and asked curiously, "Is it particularly cold today?"

She didn't seem to notice much; on the contrary, after yesterday's rain, the weather seemed to be warming up, since spring was just around the corner.

"If it's not cold, then don't wear it. I don't like being wrapped up too tightly." She frowned, her tone almost like she was pleading.

Zhong Yan didn't say anything, but just looked at her neck and calmly pulled her collar up a little.

He looked down with great pleasure.

Her skin was very fair with few blemishes, not even a mole, so when she looked down, she saw the red marks on her chest.

From her own perspective, this is all she can see; one can only imagine how much more she hasn't seen.

Jin Huan opened her mouth wide and suddenly realized that choosing this outfit today was a mistake, a complete mistake.

She hadn't seen the area like this before, so she had no experience and never expected it to turn out this way.

Jin Huan glanced at the time.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

"Wait for me for five minutes." She turned and ran upstairs.

She came down again in less than five minutes.

This time, I changed into a high-necked base layer that covered my entire neck. After changing, I checked in the mirror several times to make sure that nothing was showing before carefully putting on my coat.

Before leaving the house, Jin Huan touched her collarbone through her clothes again, and felt a faint tingling sensation when she touched it.

It comes from Mr. Zhong's love and care.