A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Meng Zhixue said, "Okay."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Stepping on Ying Shunian's legs, she could feel the tension and slight trembling of his thigh muscles.

It's pitiful, but also quite interesting.

Ying Shunian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Instead of dodging, he pushed his knee forward again.

She was terribly embarrassed, her face burning red, but she couldn't bear to take a single step back.

Meng Zhixue smiled at him with her clean and charming almond-shaped eyes, and once again, slowly stepped up along the lines of his firm thigh.

Her insteps were very white, her rounded toenails shimmered with pink pearlescent light, her ankles were slender and delicate, and her calves had smooth and beautiful lines.

When you step on his black suit trousers, the contrast between the two colors is striking, creating a conflicting beauty of strength and gentleness, purity and intensity, like a wild beast gently sniffing a rose.

But her movements were just too slow.

It's so slow it's agonizing.

"Xuexue..." Ying Shunian looked at her, his voice very low, with a hint of pleading.

Meng Zhixue tilted her head to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a mischievous glint.

"What's wrong? Can't take it anymore?"

She deliberately moved slower, getting closer little by little...

Suddenly, he stepped on it.

Ying Shunian's back suddenly tensed up, he bent over, his fingers gripped the edge of the bed so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his breathing became completely disordered.

His fine black hair fell across his forehead, and his usually clear and handsome phoenix eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, with an unnatural redness at the corners.

"Xuexue..." he suddenly said.

It was as if it were pleading to continue, or as if it were begging for mercy.

Meng Zhixue hummed in agreement, then increased her strength and ground it down.

Ying Shunian took deep breaths, his back bent even more, his whole body like a taut bow, and his ears, hidden in his black hair, were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Ying Shunian," Meng Zhixue called out to him.

Ying Shunian wanted to respond, but couldn't even open his mouth.

Meng Zhixue leaned over to look into his eyes, her tone tinged with mischievous concern: "Ah... what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

"Is it a stomachache or a backache?"

"Are we going to have to go to the hospital?"

"Oh no, that's terrible! I'll take you there right away."

As she spoke, Meng Zhixue tried to pull her leg back.

But the next second, Ying Shunian, like a robot with underlying program conflicts but stubbornly running, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her ankle.

He raised his head.

Her eyes were wet, like a small animal that had been badly bullied, but they were also passionate, so passionate that they almost burned her.

Meng Zhixue tilted her head and looked at him, deliberately asking, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go to the hospital? Are you afraid of needles?"

Ying Shunian looked at her intently without saying a word, but simply gripped her ankle tightly.

suddenly……

He paused, his body stiffening.

For a moment, the air fell silent.

Ying Shunian's face went from flushed to a mature, deep crimson, and even her neck wasn't spared.

Perhaps it was the first time he'd ever felt this way; he lowered his eyelashes, completely stunned as if struck by lightning, wanting to say something, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say...

He was radiating an aura of "Isn't this too fast?" and even seemed a little frustrated.

Meng Zhixue really wanted to laugh, and she actually laughed out loud.

She didn't need to ask any more questions; she already knew what had happened and wasn't surprised at all.

It's normal for it to be the first time.

But as if afraid Ying Shunian wasn't embarrassed enough, she widened her almond-shaped eyes and asked in feigned surprise, "This...so fast?"

Ying Shunian: "...?!!!"

He was stunned for a moment, his expression changing from blank and ugly to embarrassed and uneasy, and then from embarrassed and uneasy to helpless and unwilling.

There was even a hint of ignited male instinctual competitiveness.

He looked at her and tightened his grip on her ankle.

His palms were very hot, and when he applied more force, she immediately hissed softly in pain and gasped for breath.

But he didn't give her a chance to back down, and immediately began to slowly move upwards along her shapely calves.

He leaned in, grabbed her rounded shoulder with his other hand, and pushed her down onto the bed.

Meng Zhixue's back sank into the light gray bed sheet. When she looked up, all she could see was a narrow rectangular skylight.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the window, casting dappled light and shadow on the handsome man's face.

He was undoubtedly extremely handsome, with thick eyelashes like fans, and the corners of his eyes still tinged with the red of his earlier passion.

He looked at her with shyness and nervousness in his eyes, but more than anything, there was an almost devout focus.

I still feel a little wronged.

"Were you laughing at me just now?" Ying Shunian asked in a muffled voice. "Was it because someone else was more capable than me?"

Meng Zhixue blinked: "No, not at all..."

"Really not?" Ying Shunian asked, blushing. "Are you just trying to comfort me?"

Meng Zhixue: "I..."

"Forget it, don't say it!" Ying Shunian suddenly interrupted her, as if he couldn't bear to listen, and changed the subject, "Do you want to?"

Meng Zhixue asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ying Shunian leaned down, put his ear close, and whispered something.

Meng Zhixue's face immediately turned red.

"Do you want it?" Ying Shunian asked, then added, "I think so."

Meng Zhixue: "...?"

She glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed, and gave a soft hum.

Fortunately, the man wasn't hopelessly stupid and didn't press for more questions.

She was wearing a knee-length skirt today. He lifted the hem of her skirt and placed a warm kiss on the skin of her calf.

Gradually upwards.

It's getting better and better.

"Ying Shunian..." Meng Zhixue's voice gradually became unsteady.

Ying Shunian did not respond, nor did he have time to respond.

It really is true that "fortune's wheel keeps turning"; as she became more and more nervous, he became more and more relaxed...

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Meng Zhixue's breath hitched, and she bit her lip hard. Almost instantly, tears welled up in her almond-shaped eyes.

Sensing her reaction, Ying Shunian seemed encouraged and became more confident, gradually opening up.

He was self-taught; he was surprisingly good at it.

They kissed deeply, their lips and tongues entwined, causing Meng Zhixue's heart to tremble uncontrollably.

Until the very end...

Meng Zhixue's breath hitched suddenly, and she burst into tears.

"Xuexue..." Ying Shuning chuckled, "You didn't last long either..."

Meng Zhixue glared at him irritably, but her breathing was too rapid and her head was spinning, so she couldn't speak at all.

Ying Shunian did not seem to expect an answer from her.

He was very thirsty, very thirsty.

He got up, grabbed the bottle of mineral water from the bedside table, and quickly unscrewed the cap. He gulped it down, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.