Su Tangyin pushed away the fluffy head in front of her, freeing her lips, and turned to catch her breath in small gasps.

Jing Bo approached and pecked her cheek, “Baby, I still want to.”

Su Tangyin’s face turned bright red, “I, I’m tired. I have to work tomorrow, and you’re busy too.”

Su Tangyin pushed herself away from his embrace, reaching for the robe rack, which was quite far from the bathtub. In her hurry to leave the bathroom, she strained to reach it.

She was bent over the bathtub, completely unaware of how enticing she looked.

There were some faint red marks on her back, circling up from her waist, as if something had bound her.

Not just on her back, but on her forearms, chest, and thighs.

Her skin was very delicate, and Jing Bo always used the best products to care for her. Even without applying much pressure, he still left marks that would take some time to fade.

Su Tangyin hadn’t noticed yet.

Jing Bo’s broad chest pressed against her back, their skin intimately touching, and Su Tangyin shivered.

Misinterpreting his intentions, worried about not being able to wake up in the morning, she hastily turned to push him away, “No way!”

Jing Bo’s hand gripped her waist, and he smiled, “Baby, why are you so eager? Am I that improper?”

He definitely was!

The red marks on the woman’s body disappeared at a visible speed, and she never noticed.

“Alright, I won’t touch you anymore. Let’s sleep.”

Jing Bo’s eyes, which had been dark, softened. He reached for a towel from the rack, dried her off, and helped her into her nightgown. He then wrapped her in a thin blanket and carried her out of the bathtub.

The bedroom air conditioner was on, and Jing Bo was always meticulous.

Su Tangyin huddled in the thin blanket. As soon as Jing Bo set her down, she automatically rolled to the other side. Jing Bo, quick as a flash, grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

“Blow your hair dry before sleeping.”

Su Tangyin didn’t resist. Jing Bo always liked to fuss over her, doing everything himself.

Su Tangyin sat cross-legged on the bed while Jing Bo gently blew her hair dry.

Her disheveled black hair obscured her vision. Su Tangyin faced Jing Bo, who was only wrapped in a towel, his upper body bare, revealing well-defined abs. His pale skin bore some scratch marks.

Some were lighter, from before, while others were fresh, even showing some blood, from her just now.

Su Tangyin turned her head away, feeling embarrassed.

Although they had been married for half a year, Jing Bo was often too forceful, and sometimes she couldn’t help but scratch him.

The sound of the hairdryer masked Jing Bo’s laughter.

The warm air from the dryer made Su Tangyin’s cheeks flush, and her gaze wandered, avoiding Jing Bo.

She suddenly remembered something.

Su Tangyin looked up at him, “Jing, I’m not in my safe period recently.”

Jing Bo’s expression remained indifferent, and he only responded with a “Hmm.”

Su Tangyin frowned, “Jing, you didn’t use protection. We agreed not to have a child so soon.”

Jing Bo turned off the hairdryer and looked down at his little wife sitting on the bed.

She seemed genuinely concerned. Jing Bo knew she valued her career, and after only six months of marriage, Su Tangyin didn’t want to have a child so soon.

“You won’t get pregnant. It’s fine, baby.”

Su Tangyin pressed further, “Why do you say that?”

Jing Bo: “You won’t get pregnant.”

He said the same thing.

Su Tangyin wanted to ask more, but Jing Bo suddenly kissed her cheek.

“Trust me, you won’t. I got a shot.”

This time it was Su Tangyin’s turn to be stunned, “What kind of shot?”

“Contraceptive shot.”

Jing Bo replied coolly, handing her the hairdryer before she could ask more, “Baby, help me blow dry my hair.”

Su Tangyin’s words stuck in her throat.

The sound of the hairdryer started again.

Jing Bo was too tall, so Su Tangyin stood on the bed to blow dry his hair, her slender fingers running through his thick black hair repeatedly.

Jing Bo reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She asked if she would get pregnant?

Monsters don’t have children.

How could he allow a human to be born from her body?

She could only be his, and he wouldn’t share her with anyone.

Jing Bo’s lips curled into a light smile, and he narrowed his eyes, the bright light making him slightly uncomfortable, but the light also clearly illuminated her face.

Like a cold snake staring its prey, carefully plotting and then cautiously attacking, quickly reaching the prey, which remains unaware. Then the snake quickly wraps around the prey, tightening inch by inch, using all its strength to bind it.

Jing Bo’s hand opened, and human fingers split, revealing long, thin tentacles that cautiously wrapped around her waist.

If you looked closely, the tentacles were trembling uncontrollably.

Jing Bo’s mind was filled with their screams.

—So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant!

—Want to kiss, want to nibble, not enough, not enough, not enough!

—Lift her clothes, kiss her little belly button, circle around, nibble her little nipples…

Jing Bo’s Adam’s apple rolled frantically, his body shaking with intense excitement, and the muscles in his face trembled.

Su Tangyin blinked, swallowing hard.

She felt the cold at her lower back.

It was very cold, like the ice of a deep winter, and even through her nightgown, it was unbearable.

She stiffened as she dried Jing Bo’s hair, her attention entirely on her lower back.

A corner of her nightgown was lifted, and a cold thing slithered inside, circling her waist, very cold, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body.

It seemed to have split, one part climbing up her lower back to her shoulder blades, and the other part crawling along her side, pausing at her navel, circling it.

Her teeth chattered.

Her pupils trembled, and her lashes blinked, slowly lowering her gaze to meet—

Slightly narrowed eyes.

Standing on the bed, she was a head taller than Jing Bo. Jing Bo was in her shadow, his handsome face not entirely clear. He looked up at her, eyes slightly narrowed, throat moving, and his face slightly flushed, just like—

Back then.

It meant he was extremely pleased and satisfied.

The cold sensation spread to her lower abdomen, about to envelop it, when Su Tangyin suddenly dropped the hairdryer and pressed down hard.

She gasped for breath, instinctively stepping back, but moving on the soft mattress was difficult, and she fell backward.

Jing Bo was pulled forward, and perhaps he didn’t intend to steady himself, so he fell on top of her.

Su Tangyin’s shoulder blades hit a cool palm, which was large enough to easily grasp her shoulder blades.

In front of her, where she had just pressed down, she felt not something strange but—

Realizing the abnormality in front of her, Su Tangyin’s mind went blank.

How could it be his hand?

That cold thing, like a snake, had slithered along her body, pausing at certain points, and she could feel it trembling.

At that moment, she really doubted Jing Bo.

“Baby, why are you gripping so tightly?”

Jing Bo’s voice carried a clear laugh, and he leaned in to kiss her earlobe, whispering, “Do you want more?”

He let out a low moan, deliberately panting, “Baby, you’re so soft.”

Su Tangyin’s mind finally cleared, and she quickly grabbed his hand and pushed him away, covering herself with her hands.

“You!”

The sudden departure of the warm, soft body made Jing Bo “tsk” and he propped himself up on the bed with the hand she had grabbed, lifting his body to avoid pressing on his little wife.

His other hand was still under her back, and when Su Tangyin tried to sit up, Jing Bo blocked her, and she couldn’t push him away. He just smiled at her.

Water droplets from his damp hair fell on Su Tangyin’s face, and she looked at the young man in front of her, his handsome face full of tenderness and deep affection.

Su Tangyin suddenly closed her eyes.

She placed her hand over her eyes, feeling a strange lump in her throat, blocking her from breathing, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Jing Bo’s smile faded.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Su Tangyin swallowed several times before finally finding her voice, “Jing, am I really going crazy?”

Jing Bo’s eyes darkened.

His little wife’s shoulders were shaking, and Jing Bo pulled his hand from under her shoulder blades, sliding it up to her shoulders.

“Why do you say that?”

His hand rubbed her shoulder, and his eyes turned blue, reflecting a glass-like, cruel light in the overhead light.

Jing Bo’s breathing was heavy.

Su Tangyin didn’t have time to notice his erratic breathing.

She thought for a long time, reflecting on recent events.

She suddenly took her hand away and looked directly into Jing Bo’s eyes.

A flash of blue.

Su Tangyin blinked.

Jing Bo’s eyes were still a light, glassy blue, and his smile was impeccable.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

What should she say?

Should she tell him she had another hallucination?

That she felt something slithering over her body, something climbing over her, and that she should tell Jing Bo this?

Jing Bo was a psychologist, and this was a typical hallucination. He would only view it from a professional perspective.

But she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jing, I feel like there’s someone else in the house.”