"Call me...Brother Chi?"

Shen Yulou continued speaking, following his lead.

"Please, my Chi-ge, please?"

Shen Yulou pronounced the title with perfect clarity, enunciating each word distinctly.

He moved closer and closer, his hot, humid breath washing over Chi Yuan's face.

Who could tolerate this? Chi Yuan certainly couldn't.

Seeing Chi Yuan's heart flutter with desire, Shen Yulou felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Chi Yuan is so lucky to have such a beautiful and charming woman fall for him.

Shen Yulou started being narcissistic again, his fox tail practically sticking up to the sky.

She tilted her head, meeting Chi Yuan's evasive gaze, and her red lips drew closer inch by inch until they finally pressed tightly together.

The soft, moist touch of thin lips is so comforting.

Shen Yulou's hand had somehow slipped onto Chi Yuan's waist, and his hands kept rubbing against him, stirring up trouble everywhere.

But now Chi Yuan is like a block of wood, completely oblivious to romance.

Chi Yuan didn't open his mouth, so Shen Yulou's tongue couldn't go in either.

Seeing the man's eyes starting to glaze over, Shen Yulou felt too embarrassed to press him too hard.

Their relationship is still rather distant, and it's definitely not ready yet.

Once the heat is high enough, it won't be such a simple matter to resolve.

Shen Yulou, considering himself in a superior position, thought with great compassion.

As the red lips left, the tongue licked Chi Yuan's lip like it was licking a lollipop.

Shen Yulou finally agreed to accept the long legs.

Chi Yuan, who had escaped from the bed, was still adjusting his breathing and was clearly not yet recovered.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you still need more practice!"

Looking at Chi Yuan's youthful appearance, Shen Yulou sighed and suddenly placed his hand on Chi Yuan's chest muscles and pinched them a few times.

Chi Yuan pressed down on his restless hand.

Shen Yulou glared at him irritably, then crawled into bed.

"Where are my clothes? Find me some clothes to wear, quick!"

He leaned against the pillow, propped his head up, and lazily issued the orders.

Does Chi Yuan have the right to refuse? It seems not.

While Chi Yuan was looking for clothes, Shen Yulou took the little baby who was nibbling on his toes out of the quilt.

"Oh……"

Daddy, give me a hug!

"Oh dear, little rascal, you've learned to roll over!"

Shen Yulou looked at the little guy with some surprise. The little one had somehow gotten onto the bed and was slightly raising his head.

"Um!"

The little guy made a sound of affirmation, pulled his two chubby little hands out from his chest, and tried to pounce on Shen Yulou.

But without support, the little round face immediately fell "plop" into the blanket and was buried.

It looked like a little turtle struggling.

Shen Yulou watched the little guy struggle for a while with amusement, then gave him a push.

The little turtle flipped over and looked at its father with a blank expression.

Why don't you hug the baby?

"Silly boy, show Daddy Chen how to turn over again!"

Shen Yulou tapped the little guy's lower lip with his finger, and the little guy's tongue was successfully activated, starting to move nimbly.

"Come on, let's try!"

He patted the little guy's chubby bottom to get him moving.

"Um……"

The little guy was straining his whole body, his legs were tense, but his right hand blocked his steps as he tried to roll over.

Shen Yulou stood by, acting as the atmosphere-maker, clapping his hands to encourage the little guy.

"puff……"

The little guy couldn't hold it in any longer, and he opened his mouth and exhaled the air he had been holding in.

Then she lay back down and gave up struggling.

Seeing the little one panting heavily, Shen Yulou picked him up and placed him on her lap.

The feeling of their skin touching brought them both immense pleasure.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot, the baby doesn't have any clothes to wear either, what should we do?"

Looking at the soft, fleshy ball in her hand, Shen Yulou suddenly remembered that her son was a bald little pig.

“Eeya…”

The little guy was nibbling at Shen Yulou's shoulder, seemingly trying to leave marks on Shen Yulou's skin with his toothless little mouth.

"Won't the baby catch a cold if he doesn't have any clothes to wear?"

Shen Yulou began to think of a solution.