Volume 1 Chapter 7: Collecting Every Single Strand of Good Baby’s Hair
Wow.
You’re amazing.
The test was so accurate.
And then?
Will you let me go just because you guessed correctly?
Wen Suhe’s hand rested on her lips, and she didn’t even dare to purse them, afraid of giving him pleasure.
“Good Baby, can you tell me how you answered her?” Wen Suhe wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her soft, delicate body into his embrace.
Qiao Yin replied softly, “I told the truth. How could I hide it from an elder? This kind of thing can be easily found out with a little investigation.”
Wen Suhe stroked her hair, “Then has Good Baby been completely honest with me?”
The bright light in the bathroom fell on Wen Suhe’s handsome, exquisite face. He appeared to be smiling, but his eyes were cold and detached.
Qiao Yin began to struggle, pushing against him forcefully.
The difference in their builds and heights combined made Qiao Yin, at 167 cm, appear petite before Wen Suhe’s 186 cm frame.
No matter how she struggled, Wen Suhe remained unmoved.
His solid arm encircled her waist, as if wanting to melt her into his very bones and blood.
Exhausted, Qiao Yin gave up struggling and looked up, her eyes full of autumn waves meeting his directly. “Wen Suhe, do I have any privacy left in front of you? There are surveillance cameras everywhere at home. Wherever I go, someone reports to you. I feel like I’m standing naked before you, completely devoid of dignity.”
When they first got married, Qiao Yin would resist him with pitiful eyes, saying no, don’t, can’t, won’t, don’t want to.
The words she spoke most often were refusals.
But tonight, she seemed bolder, daring to accuse him sharply.
If her mother hadn’t said something to her, Wen Suhe wouldn’t believe it.
That’s why he had always been reluctant to let them meet.
His mother loved playing the runaway game.
Don’t let her corrupt Good Baby.
“Baby, you’re not completely undressed yet…”
Qiao Yin: “…”
She felt the frustration of punching cotton.
Wen Suhe’s fingers wandered across her back, “Let your husband help you undress.”
Ultimately, Wen Suhe didn’t really want to hear what she had to say. He only wanted to bathe with her tonight and then bully her in the bathroom.
The memories of what happened before in the bathroom were too shameful, and Qiao Yin didn’t want to yield.
“No!”
The zipper of her dress was on the back. As she said no, Wen Suhe’s fingers found the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His handsome face leaned in, pressing against her forehead.
“Good Baby, why not?”
His low, husky, seductive voice drilled into her ears, making Qiao Yin’s heart tremble and her thoughts chaotic.
“Good Baby, why don’t you want to bathe with your husband? Your husband really wants to bathe with you!”
While speaking these bewitching words, he took her earlobe into his mouth, lightly licking it a few times before moving down to her neck.
Scorching heat wantonly fell on her skin, the tingling sensation accompanied by heavy, ragged breathing, increasing desire that pierced straight to the bone.
Qiao Yin was going crazy!
Burying her small face in Wen Suhe’s chest, she whimpered softly like a little animal, “Don’t, it’s so ticklish~”
She still couldn’t handle Wen Suhe’s sudden intimacy like this.
“Where is it ticklish?”
“My, my ears.”
“And where else?”
“My neck.”
Apparently unsatisfied with her answer, Wen Suhe pressed his burning palm against her back, eagerly wandering downward, “Good Baby, where else?”
Enough!
Enough!
Qiao Yin threw her head back, panting as she pushed against his arm, “Husband, stop touching.”
“Why won’t you let me touch?”
Why did there have to be so many whys!
Whenever Wen Suhe got close to her, it was as if he suffered from skin hunger—he had to maintain physical contact, even if it was just hooking her pinky finger.
Qiao Yin once suspected Wen Suhe might have some psychological disorder.
“I need to take a shower.”
“I said we’d do it together.”
“I don’t want to!” Qiao Yin insisted. “We were too rough last night. That place… doesn’t feel comfortable.”
“Good Baby, then it’s even more important I shower with you to check if you’ve recovered.”
Qiao Yin: “…”
Just end me already!
Qiao Yin was still carried into the bathroom by Wen Suhe, where he conducted a thorough and intimate examination.
They only emerged from the bathroom an hour later.
Qiao Yin lay on the bed with her back to Wen Suhe, mentally cursing.
Bastard!
Pervert!
If men’s words could be trusted, pigs could climb trees!
Ahhhhh!
Wen Suhe pressed against her from behind again, kissing her back. “Good Baby, goodnight.”
Normally Qiao Yin would obediently return the goodnight, but tonight she didn’t want to speak.
Perhaps having heard too much about Su Zengrou’s 99 escape methods before bed, Qiao Yin had a nightmare about running away from home only to be caught.
In the dream, Wen Suhe used his necktie to bind her wrists, gripped her neck harshly, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her with vicious dominance until her lips split and bright red blood welled up before he finally stopped.
“Qiao Yin, your father sold you to me. You belong to me now.”
“Good Baby, I treat you so well. How could you run away?”
“Without me beside you, can you even sleep at night?”
“Good Baby, your legs are so beautiful—don’t do anything foolish. I still want these legs wrapped around my waist…”
“Good Baby, come home with me.”
“After we return, I’ll use golden chains to tie you up. Don’t go anywhere. Until we grow old and die, we’ll be buried in the same grave.”
“In life you’re mine, in death you’re my ghost.”
In the dream, Wen Suhe ignored her bleeding mouth and kissed her again.
Qiao Yin felt suffocating pain and struggled awake from the nightmare.
Dawn had broken.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
Sometimes Qiao Yin genuinely didn’t understand—they’d only been together for a month, yet Wen Suhe could read her emotions with such sensitivity.
But what was this dog man doing now?
Wen Suhe was holding strands of her hair.
Where did they come from?
“No.” Qiao Yin didn’t want to describe the dream’s scenes.
Wen Suhe might make her reenact it.
The thought alone was terrifying.
Wen Suhe picked up another long strand of hair from the bed, combining it with the previous two strands before solemnly wrapping them together in a tissue.
Qiao Yin: “!!!”
Good heavens.
What was Wen Suhe doing now?
“Tying hair to become husband and wife, loving without doubt”?
Practicing feudal superstitions?
Wen Suhe clutched Qiao Yin’s hair. “I’m collecting Good Baby’s hair. When you grow old, you can use it to make a wig. How does that sound?”
Hah.
Do you want me to praise you for being so thoughtful?!
Psycho!
She wouldn’t go bald when she got old.
Qiao Yin replied unhappily, “Not happening. My hair will be white when I’m old, but this is black. Everyone would know it’s a wig.”
“Dyed white?”
Wen Suhe’s thought process was abnormal.
“Do whatever you want, just don’t curse me with it.” Qiao Yin remembered movies she’d seen about using hair for curses.
Wen Suhe didn’t see anything wrong with it. “Of course I wouldn’t curse Good Baby. I just want to collect all the hair that falls from you.”
This possessiveness is truly terrifying.
Qiao Yin quickly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to hide.
Sitting on the toilet, she sighed, only now realizing that Wen Suhe had even collected strands of her hair.
Did he want both the ones on the bed and the ones that fell on the floor?
How perverted.
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Mom, save me!