He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

A little girl with neat double braids, a cute little yellow hat, and fresh denim overalls walked briskly straight up to Wen Zhaoci, dragging a soft little yellow duck suitcase.

Student council members wearing red armbands could be seen everywhere around the playground, moving about to maintain order, making them particularly eye-catching.

Sang Jiuning subconsciously stopped and stood quietly not far away, just in time to hear the conversation between the two.

The little girl clutched a dormitory map in her hand, her youthful face tilted upwards, and she asked in a soft, obedient voice, "Senior? Excuse me, how do I get to this dormitory building? Could you take me there?"

Faced with the junior's direct and enthusiastic attempt to flirt and ask for help, Wen Zhaoci didn't even lift his eyelids. His gaze was fixed on the direction where Sang Jiuning was, and his tone was indifferent and aloof, without a trace of warmth: "My girlfriend is here."

After saying that, he ignored the stunned girl beside him and strode straight toward Sang Jiuning.

Sang Jiuning was secretly finding it amusing when, before Wen Zhaoci could even reach her, a cheerful and sunny male voice suddenly rang out beside her.

A tall, slender boy, dragging a black suitcase, looked at her shyly and asked softly, "Excuse me, senior, which way is the freshman dormitory?"

Sang Jiuning was slightly taken aback. Before she could even open her mouth to respond, a figure with a hint of possessiveness suddenly approached.

Wen Zhaoci strode forward, stretched out his long arm, and naturally wrapped it around Sang Jiuning's slender and soft waist, holding her firmly in his arms. A faint hint of jealousy appeared between his brows and eyes as he spoke to the boy in a light tone, his voice carrying an undeniable distance: "Go ask the student council members yourself. My girlfriend doesn't know anything about these things."

After saying that, he took Sang Jiuning's hand and walked to a less crowded area. After a few steps, he gently pinched Sang Jiuning's fair and delicate cheek with his fingertips, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, showing a hint of grievance and jealousy, and asked in a low voice, "Baby, wasn't that new junior classmate very handsome?"

Sang Jiuning was taken aback by his sudden question. She blinked her clear eyes blankly, looking completely bewildered: "Huh? What?"

"If I hadn't come to stop you, would you have gone with that junior?" Wen Zhaoci lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on her, his voice filled with unconcealed bitterness and a nameless unease.

Sang Jiuning was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this. She secretly sighed and complained to herself that all her attention had been on him and she hadn't even seen what the junior looked like. Instead, she should be the one who was jealous first, since he was the one who was approached by the girl first.

She gently pushed him away slightly, her eyes crinkling with a hint of teasing, and said softly, "Are you jealous? I'm not even jealous yet. You were the one who got hit on by the junior from junior school just now."

Wen Zhaoci pursed her thin lips and argued righteously, her tone stubborn and serious: "I rejected her on the spot, but you didn't reject anyone else."

Hearing his serious expression, Sang Jiuning's smile deepened. A shallow dimple appeared on her lips as she teased softly, "You beat me to it, giving me no chance to refuse. Next time something like this happens, don't step in first. Let me experience what it's like to refuse someone else."

She had only made a casual joke, but as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Zhaoci's aura suddenly dropped, her back teeth slightly biting down, and a cold aura carrying a strong sense of possessiveness swept over her.

He slowly lowered his head, his warm breath gently brushing against Sang Jiuning's ear. His eyes were deep and dark, carrying a hint of danger, as he whispered, "Baby, do you want it to happen again?"

The deep, tender voice made Sang Jiuning's heart flutter slightly. She couldn't help but chuckle, and gently poked his tense cheek with her two slender index fingers, soothingly saying, "It's just a small thing, there's no need to be jealous at all. Smile!"

Wen Zhaoci forced a forced, perfunctory smile, her voice still low and muffled, full of resentment: "Baby, you must keep a good distance from other boys in the future, and don't get even half a step closer."

Sang Jiuning was utterly helpless and wanted to sigh and rub her forehead. The boy had just casually asked for directions, and she hadn't even seen what he looked like. They hadn't interacted at all, so how could it have become a mistake in his eyes?

She pouted her pink lips slightly, and whispered aggrievedly, "It was someone who came up to me and asked for directions. It wasn't me who deliberately approached them, so it's not my fault."

The arms around her waist tightened, and Wen Zhaoci held her tightly in his arms. He lowered his eyes to look at the pretty girl in his arms, his brows furrowed with deep disappointment and bitterness. He looked sullen and said in a frank and honest tone, "Baby, it's all my fault. Whenever I see other boys getting close to you, I can't control my jealousy and it makes me feel so bad."

He cherished Sang Jiuning as his most precious treasure, protecting her with utmost care and not allowing anyone else to covet her even slightly. Even a simple question about directions was enough to make him feel uneasy.

Hearing his straightforward and aggrieved words, all the teasing and helplessness in Sang Jiuning's heart instantly vanished, leaving only tenderness. Her heart softened, and she could no longer bear to tease him.

She gently raised her hand to stroke his cheek, soothing him softly and patiently, "Okay, okay, it's just a trivial matter. Let's not take it to heart, okay? You were the first to stop him, weren't you? I didn't even glance at that boy once, nor did I say a single unnecessary word. Don't make things difficult for yourself over such a small thing, okay?"

Wen Zhaoci remained silent, the melancholy in his eyes lingering.

Seeing this, Sang Jiuning said nothing more. She simply tiptoed slightly, her soft lips curving upwards, and quickly placed a light and brief kiss on his smooth cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water, fleeting in an instant.

The sweet and soft touch on his cheek instantly soothed all the bitterness and jealousy in Wen Zhaoci's heart. His tense body slowly relaxed, and his gloomy expression finally softened. His deep eyes were once again filled with tender and affectionate love. He held his beloved, who was full of joy, tightly in his arms, without the slightest displeasure.

His baby kissed him on his own initiative.

This is to coax him.

I want more, I want to be pampered.