Gradually, Wu Chenxi stopped struggling, forgetting to ask Ning Qing about her hidden illness and what their secret conversation was about, and began to revel in the wonderful sensations brought by her senses.

After the kiss, both of their lips were slightly swollen and red, their eyes filled with longing for each other.

Wu Chenxi blinked her watery, slightly red eyes at Ning Qing, bit her lip lightly, and stammered, "Young Master Ning...we...we shouldn't have done this?"

Ning Qing smiled mischievously and replied, "Oh, how are we?"

Wu Chenxi glared at Ning Qing with embarrassment and annoyance, then pursed his lips and remained silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that he was too ashamed to say it.

Wu Chenxi's glare, when seen by those whose hearts were fluttering at that moment, was undoubtedly a flirtatious wink.

Ning Qing said in a hoarse voice, "You are more alluring than a fairy."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled off the outer robe of the person on the bed.

Seeing that her outer robe had been pulled off, Wu Chenxi had a vague idea in her mind. This person didn't want to have a private talk with her at all, but... A certain guess flashed through her mind, and she widened her eyes in shock. Seeing that Ning Qing wanted to continue pulling off her robe, Wu Chenxi rolled into the inner side of the bed. Her hands, which were tied by the belt, pulled the quilt over and rolled in, wrapping herself up like a silkworm.

Only her head was visible, her beautiful eyes staring warily at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing ripped the blanket off him and tossed it aside.

Wu Chenxi became anxious and said, "You, you, me, me, we are all men, we really shouldn't do this."

Ning Qing replied matter-of-factly, "You are my wife, it is only right that we perform the rites of marriage."

Wu Chenxi wanted to refute something, but it seemed like she couldn't refute anything. "You...you..."

Ning Qing, impatient with his nonsense, took out the brocade belt from her waist and covered the other's beautiful and pitiful eyes.

He quickly took off his outer robe and used one corner to shut up someone's incessantly chattering mouth.

Well, the world is finally quiet, and Ning Qing can finally start her meal.

The high-hanging sun gradually sets in the west as time goes by.

The moon climbed high in the sky, announcing the arrival of night.

The morning sun peeked out with a bright red, round face, ushering in a new day.

The blazing sun cast intense rays, urging those who had worked hard all morning to go back and rest.

Ning Qing opened her glassy eyes, turned her head to look at the seat beside her, got up, dressed, and returned to the bed. She reached out and untied the belt from Wu Chenxi's eyes. She saw that the person's eyes were tightly closed, her eye sockets were slightly swollen and red, and her lips were swollen and red but quite pretty. She looked like a pitiful little girl who had been bullied badly.

Seeing this, Ning Qing felt no guilt whatsoever. On the contrary, she felt quite pleased with herself, for this person had finally become her meal, and it was incredibly delicious.

She untied his belt, tucked him in, quietly got out of bed, and walked out of the room.

When Ning Qing brought breakfast into the room, she saw that Wu Chenxi had already woken up, dressed, and was sitting on a chair by the window, gazing out the window, her thoughts drifting somewhere else.

Ning Qing placed the breakfast items on the table one by one, and stretched out her arm to hand Wu Chenxi a pair of chopsticks, "Here, have breakfast."

Wu Chenxi glanced back at Ning Qing with a complicated expression, moved her lips but didn't say a word, reached out to take the chopsticks and silently began to eat her breakfast.

Ning Qing would put any food on his plate, and he would eat it silently without saying a word.

Ning Qing was secretly pleased: feeding a cub that isn't picky about food is especially enjoyable.