31. A Heart Laid Bare

The next day, Tong Zhenzhen woke up to the rich, intoxicating aroma of freshly baked bread. There was no one beside her, though the creases on the sheets indicated that someone had indeed slept there.

As for the text message sent by Qin Xiangyang, she never saw it. Jun Lengche had deleted it directly and turned off her phone.

"Hmph," she thought. This guy actually slept with her yesterday. At the thought, her face flushed red.

However, they were husband and wife now, so sleeping in the same bed was only natural. She soon realized she was making a fuss over nothing.

"Forget it, forget it. I’m pregnant anyway; he won't take advantage of me again." Thinking of this, Tong Zhenzhen gently touched her abdomen and said cheerfully, "Good morning, baby."

"Morning? It’s almost nine o'clock," came Jun Lengche’s voice from the doorway.

Tong Zhenzhen looked up to see him wearing a white tracksuit, with a black apron tied around his waist. Theoretically, such an outfit was mismatched, but on him, it looked quite agreeable.

"It’s so unfair," she thought with a tinge of jealousy. "When a man is that handsome, he looks elegant in anything."

"Breakfast is ready. You can eat as soon as you get up," Jun Lengche said while untying his apron. He then took off his tracksuit jacket and proceeded to remove his track pants. His lean, muscular male physique was fully exposed.

"Stop!" Tong Zhenzhen shouted, "What... what are you doing?"

"Changing clothes." Jun Lengche gave her a strange look and pulled off his pants, revealing his taut, masculine body.

"Ah!" Tong Zhenzhen caught a glimpse of his private parts and hurriedly covered her eyes, yelling, "You pervert, why aren't you wearing underwear!"

Seeing her embarrassment, Jun Lengche was struck by the urge to tease her. He strode over, knelt on one knee on the bed, pulled her hands away from her face, and pinned them above her head.

"Why, shouldn't a married couple be open and honest with each other?" Jun Lengche teased, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he lowered his head.

Suddenly, the distance between them was no more than the tip of a nose.

Tong Zhenzhen had nowhere to hide. Even if she didn't look at his peerless face, she saw his toned torso, then his abdominal muscles, and further down, things she shouldn't be seeing.

"Jerk, let go of my hands." Tong Zhenzhen could only keep her eyes tightly shut.

However, his crisp, clean scent, mixed with the aroma of bread, drifted into her nose, teasing her senses like a tiny hand.

To Jun Lengche, Tong Zhenzhen’s flushed cheeks were a feast for the eyes. At first, he only wanted to tease her, but as they drew closer, an urge to possess her welled up within him.

He kissed the hollow of her collarbone, gently at first, then gradually deepening the pressure as he began to suckle. His breathing grew ragged.

Though Tong Zhenzhen couldn't see his every move, she felt them clearly. With her vision blocked, her other senses became exceptionally keen.

His increasingly heavy breath, puffing against her skin, caused her to tremble slightly. His kisses ignited the longing within her. She swallowed hard, betraying herself with a soft whimper.

Her reaction fueled his desire further. Jun Lengche couldn't help but slide his hand into her pajamas to stroke her smooth skin. Under his palm, every inch of her skin began to heat up.

"Oh god, what is he doing?" The sensation of his touch brought Tong Zhenzhen back to her senses. Forgetting her shyness, she opened her eyes, "Jun Lengche, what