"I..." She was still thinking carefully when Yu Zexiao suddenly barged in fiercely! What happened next left her no room to think, especially this feeling of being turned upside down, like a kitten being grabbed by the neck, helplessly reaching out her arm, holding onto his arm tightly...

A long, long time later.

She finally managed to calm the turmoil in her heart. Perhaps it was because of Yu Zexiao’s anger, or perhaps it was because—he changed positions. This time, she felt her heartbeat was exceptionally intense, as if something exploded in her head, making her feel a bit dizzy.

Yu Zexiao, who had been exercising for years, maintained a perfectly sculpted chest and eight-pack abs, as perfect as a Greek statue. Just thinking that such a handsome man would be her husband, the father of her children in the future, made her feel bathed in the glory of happiness.

Still lingering in the lazy bliss, soon, a strong and powerful arm wrapped around her from behind, circling her smooth belly, then slowly moved up, up...

"Zexiao!" Jian Anning slapped away his mischievous hand. Due to the excitement just now, her voice was a bit hoarse, "What are you doing? Weren’t we just..."

Yu Zexiao simply continued to let his hand trail upwards: "Does the book say only once a night?"

"Ah?" Jian Anning was stunned, tried to think, then shook her head, "No, it doesn’t."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Zexiao immediately flipped over, his voice quite dangerous: "Isn’t it only two nights a week? Then I need to make the most of it!"

The ensuing battle could only be described as "a crushing defeat!"

Throughout the process, Jian Anning was utterly miserable. She felt like dough on a chopping board, kneaded back and forth by him, accommodating his various positions and movements—especially, this guy seemed to be deliberately retaliating, always asking her: "Did the book say this? Does the book say this helps with conception? What does the book want us to do?"

How could she have the strength to answer his questions? She was long since kneaded into oblivion.

So, it’s fair to say, Yu Zexiao had a strong sense of revenge. By the time they got up the next day, aside from the soreness which needn’t be mentioned, she slept until close to noon. When they ate, Shen Lanxiao saw her condition and couldn’t help but ask: "Anning, did Xingxing get into a fight with you?"

She knew that recently, Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning often had small skirmishes because of the "preparation for conception." Although the Yu Family’s soundproofing was particularly good, the noise last night was so loud that faint sounds were still heard below.

Looking again today, Jian Anning had bruises all over under her shorts and T-shirt—and it would be one thing if it were just her body, but there were bruises on her calves, shoulders, and even bite marks—an unmistakable look of having been domestically abused.

More ruthless was the rope marks on her wrists—it was evident that towards the end she was unwilling, so Yu Zexiao simply took a tie from the side and bound her hands to the bed edge.

"Ah?" Jian Anning was puzzled for a moment, looked down at the marks all over her body, and her face flushed red!

Two nights a week—he really made full use of it!