"Oh, I understand."

Wen Zhaoye nodded, and then with a "click," the new door was locked.

He turned around and, as Wen Jiaojiao's pupils widened in surprise, naturally lay down beside her, sighing:

"My wife is so thoughtful; this way, no one will see."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." I seem to be in even greater danger. If we really do it, will I get pregnant?

Seeing her stunned expression, Wen Zhaoye spoke up:

"Honey, want me to scratch your head?"

In Wen Jiaojiao's mind, an image formed of him grabbing and grabbing, then reaching forward to rub her, before finally pinning her down and doing whatever he wanted to her.

She shook her head in a panic and refused, saying, "No need, it doesn't itch at all. Look, I haven't even scratched it myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, a ticklish itch came from her back. She shuddered and gritted her teeth to resist the urge to scratch.

Wen Zhaoye assumed her slight trembling meant she was aroused again. His handsome face flushed red, and he said softly:

"Honey, if you need anything, I can help you with it just like you did last time."

With your hands?

Wen Jiaojiao lay flat on her back, turned her head, and looked at him with slightly trembling pupils, saying with a hint of annoyance:

"No, can you please clear your head? Why do you have to think of me in that way?"

Wen Zhaoye, with his head resting on the pillow, lay on his side facing her and said:

"Because I understand you so well, I know you're too shy to say such things."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows slightly, placed his large hand on the back of her head, and pressed his sexy thin lips against her crimson lips:

"The night is still long, let's take it slow."

Wen Jiaojiao's breath hitched and trembled. She raised her hand three times in a panic, but in the end, she didn't dare to slap him across the face. She could only let him kiss her passionately and forcefully, and mumbled indistinctly:

"I……"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt something pressing against her side, and for a moment she forgot to make a sound.

A hazy, shimmering light settled in Wen Zhaoye's eyes. He kissed her, his large hand slowly slipping inside her nightgown, lingering and caressing her smooth thighs.