He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

Xia Ruo's breathing became completely erratic. Her hands gripped the front of his pajamas weakly, unsure whether she wanted him to stop or continue.

My mind was a complete mess; all my reason had been crushed by his relentless assault.

Looking at the flushed face, dazed eyes, and slightly parted, swollen lips beneath him, Zhou Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

His voice was extremely low and hoarse, and he gently thrust his hips forward, "Baby, is it okay?"

Xia Ruo's eyelashes trembled, and her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She looked into the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Just then—

"Gurgle~~"

Xia Ruo's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, loud and crisp, echoing in the room where only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Xia Ruo froze.

Looking at Zhou Siyan's face, so close yet still tinged with lingering lust, her mind went blank with embarrassment.

Seeing the two people's posture and her own few remaining clothes, Xia Ruo hurriedly pulled the blanket from the side to cover herself.

Zhou Siyan was also stunned for a moment. She looked down at the blanket covering her stomach, then looked up and met her expression that looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

His lips twitched.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, a very soft, muffled laugh escaped from his throat.

Xia Ruo was filled with shame and indignation. She grabbed the blanket next to her and covered herself from head to toe, muttering under the covers:

"No laughing!!!"

"I wasn't laughing." His voice came from outside the blanket, the last syllable still trembling.

"Zhou Siyan, that's enough!!!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore."

"You've just recovered from your illness, you can't go hungry. Let's go downstairs for a meal."

Then he didn't get up for a long time. Xia Ruo waited for a while, feeling his body still pressing down on her, motionless.

"...Why don't you get up?" she said sullenly.

"Wait a minute." His voice was a little hoarse, with a tense feeling of trying hard to suppress it.

Xia Ruo was wondering what she was waiting for when she shifted her body slightly and her lower abdomen touched something hot and hard.

I understood instantly.

She froze in bed, barely daring to breathe.

After a while, Zhou Siyan slowly got up, stood with his back to her for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and walked towards the dressing room.

"Are there any more clothes? I can't go downstairs in this..." Xia Ruo peeked half her face out from under the covers.

"Your clothes are no longer wearable. I'll have Assistant Zhang bring you a new set later."

"But there are so many downstairs..."

"It's just the two of us at home," Zhou Siyan said as she came out, buttoning her shirt. "The servants are all out."

Last night, after Assistant Zhang brought them back, he quietly cleared everyone out of the mansion, only instructing Aunt Liu to come and make breakfast in the morning, and then leave after she finished making it.

Assistant Zhang has been by Zhou Siyan's side for so many years, and he has always been meticulous in his work, demonstrating self-taught talent.

"So... shall we make our own breakfast?"

Zhou Siyan's hand, which was buttoning his shirt, suddenly stopped.

Making his own breakfast? He'd lived for twenty-eight years and never even fried an egg. Apart from the coffee machine, everything else in his kitchen was just for show.

But suddenly an image flashed through his mind—

In the morning sunlight, he and Xia Ruo stood together in front of the kitchen island. She stood on tiptoe to reach for things on the cabinet, and he reached out from behind to help her get them, then naturally pulled her into his arms... The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

"I'm afraid the baby won't be able to make breakfast for his brother today."

He snapped out of his reverie, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Aunt Liu has already prepared it, and Wen is in the kitchen. Besides, the baby has just recovered from his illness and shouldn't be too overworked. We'll do it next time—"

"Who wants to cook for you!" Xia Ruo poked her head out from under the covers, interrupting him with a flushed face.

Zhou Siyan looked at her fierce yet shy expression, chuckled softly, didn't argue with her, turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Hearing the door close, Xia Ruo let out a long breath, hurriedly climbed out of bed, stood barefoot on the carpet, and began to button her shirt.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Xia Ruo froze on the spot, her fingers still gripping the collar of her shirt.

Zhou Siyan stood at the door, holding an exquisite gift box in his hand. His gaze slid down an inch from her face before quickly returning to her.

His expression remained unchanged as he placed the gift box on the low cabinet by the door.

"Assistant Zhang has already brought the clothes over; please change into them in a bit."

After saying that, he turned and walked out, and the door closed again.

Xia Ruo stood there stunned for several seconds, then looked down at herself—

Was he doing it on purpose? Was he deliberately launching a surprise attack?

But he seemed very calm, not even glancing around... Was I just too nervous?

Zhou Siyan slowly walked down the stairs.

His steps were steady, his expression calm, but if someone looked at him from the side, they would notice that he was going downstairs much slower than usual, because the scene he had just witnessed was still replaying in his mind—

The oversized white shirt barely covered her thighs, revealing two straight, fair legs, the hem of the shirt swaying gently with her breath, and the pink, slightly curled toes visible below her exposed calves.

His Adam's apple bobbed: The baby looked so good wearing his own shirt.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate. My first time with Ruoruo must be…

Half an hour later, Xia Ruo finished washing up and changed into the clothes that Assistant Zhang had brought her.

A white dress with a simple cut, soft fabric, and a perfectly fitted waist.

She wasn't wearing any makeup; her face showed no trace of cosmetics, only the natural, slightly flushed complexion of someone who had just crawled out of bed.

Her hair was loose, with a few strands falling beside her ears, making her look like a white rose that was still wet with morning dew, both alluring and pure.

Just as she was about to leave the room, she suddenly remembered a detail from the novel—

The male protagonist always kept a dagger under his pillow.

She walked back to the bedside as if possessed, and slowly lifted the pillow.

His eyes widened suddenly. There really was one.

She picked up the dagger and examined it closely—it was exquisite, with intricate patterns carved on the scabbard.

These days she has a feeling that the descriptions in the novel are not realistic, and that Zhou Siyan is not scary.

But the appearance of this dagger made her feel afraid.

If... she didn't do what he wanted last night, would he have just pulled out a dagger and killed her?

She shivered. She couldn't tell whether Zhou Siyan was sincere towards her or just resentful because he had been deceived.

Once this period of time passes and the novelty wears off, will my fate still be the same?

She bit her lip. Instinct told her that going against his wishes immediately would definitely not end well. She should just go along with him for now…

She put the dagger back under the pillow, tidied her hair, took a deep breath, and turned to leave the room.

Zhou Siyan was serving the dishes that Liu Ma had kept warm to the table one by one in the restaurant.

Plain congee, side dishes, steamed eggs, two plates of lightly stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of steaming soup—everything was light, warm, and easy to digest, just what a patient should eat.

He looked up when he heard footsteps.

His gaze fell on the white figure on the stairs, and he paused for a moment, holding the plate in his hand.

I thought to myself: Assistant Zhang has a good eye for shopping. No, it's that my baby looks good in everything.

"Come and eat."

Xia Ruo obediently walked to the dining table and sat down.

Zhou Siyan sat opposite her, not touching his chopsticks, just staring straight at her.

Xia Ruo felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she lowered her head, picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, and chewed it slowly.

He ate two bites of vegetables, a spoonful of porridge, picked up a piece of steamed egg, and then put down his chopsticks.

"Are you full?" His brows slowly furrowed.