Wen Zhaoye's lips curled slightly, and he looked at her with great pleasure, saying:

"Wife, are you feeling good?"

Wen Jiaojiao immediately lost her appetite. After a few seconds, she glanced at him, a playful smile playing on her lips, and said:

"There's no skill involved, just brute force."

Wen Zhaoye's expression froze for a moment, then he said ambiguously:

"Really? Then practice some more later. Practice makes perfect, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Wen Jiaojiao hurriedly suppressed her smile and shook her head, saying:

"No, the filming is about to wrap up. I've already wasted two days, and I still need to get to the set."

Wen Zhaoye smiled enigmatically and said:

“But last night Ah Long said that the person gave you three days off so you can rest at home.”

Wen Jiaojiao looked at him in disbelief:

"You really said that?"

'Um.'

Wen Jiaojiao swallowed the meat and egg burger with difficulty, and after thinking for a moment, she said:

"Then why don't you go out and find a job these next few days?"

Wen Zhaoye sensed her desire to avoid sexual relations and refused, saying:

"That won't do. I need to stay with you. What if you get kidnapped again? Wouldn't I have to risk my life to save you?"

After saying that, he wrapped his large hand around her slender waist.

Wen Jiaojiao's back was tense, and she said weakly:

"It's a bit numb and painful, don't come."

Wen Zhaoye withdrew his hand, frowning as he said:

"Then I'll go buy some medicine now and apply it to you myself."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Wen Jiaojiao blushed and said:

"No, no, no, I was just making that up."

Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was also flushed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips:

Applying medicine seems quite interesting.