She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Xiao He kissed her forehead first.

Liu Yifei leaned against the sofa armrest, the thin straps of her misty blue satin slip dress resting on her collarbone, with a creamy white knitted cardigan over it, the top button fastened neatly.

He lifted her right hand, lowered his head, and gently touched her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her cheek with his lips, finally placing a kiss on her lips.

Liu Yifei's fingers curled slightly, as if burned, but she didn't pull them back.

My body suddenly stiffened, then softened again because of the sweetness.

"Where did you learn all this?"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't answer. His lips moved away from her palm and up along the inside of her wrist. Through that thin layer of skin, he could feel her pulse beating rapidly.

The kiss lingered on the inside of her wrist, then the inside of her forearm, then the crook of her elbow, as he gently lifted her arm...

"Little brat, are you going to kiss me all over? That's so embarrassing..."

Liu Yifei's breathing became noticeably heavier.

She leaned against the sofa armrest, her other hand unconsciously gripping the edge of the sofa cushion.

Xiao He straightened up and looked at her.

My gaze fell on the top button of her knitted cardigan—a small, white, round button with neat stitching, fastened with utmost care.

He reached out and gently pinched the button, his fingertips lingering on the button face for a moment, as if waiting for her permission.

Then untie it.

The first one. He moved so slowly that the gap between each button was enough for her to call him to stop.

She did not call a halt.

The second one. His knuckles brushed against her collarbone. She tilted her head slightly, turning her gaze to the window.

The third one. His fingertips traced the skin of her chest, and through the satin fabric of her dress, he could feel the slight indentation there.

She bit her lower lip, letting out a soft groan.

As the last button slid out of the buttonhole, the cardigan spread out to the sides, revealing the complete misty blue satin slip dress underneath.

The dress had a low neckline, with two thin shoulder straps supporting the entire piece of soft silk. The satin shimmered subtly under the warm yellow light.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her collarbone, her wrist protecting her collarbone.

"Don't look..."

"I've already seen it."

She raised her hand to push his shoulder away, but her hand was as soft as if it had just been pulled out of the water, and the push had no strength at all.

He took the hand and placed it on his shoulder.

Then he lowered his head, his lips landing on her collarbone—that small patch of skin was slightly warm. When his lips touched hers, her shoulders trembled slightly, like when the brakes failed on the ski slope that day.

"Xiao He." Her voice was a little strained.

"Um?"

Do you even know what you're doing right now?

"I'm kissing you."

"No, I mean, do you realize how skilled you were at unbuttoning your clothes just now? Who did you practice with?"

"I've been practicing for a year. With you. Every time you button your shirt wrong, I'm right there watching. I've gotten the hang of it after watching it so many times."

"You scoundrel... Never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore."

She turned her head away, revealing the patch of skin beside her ear that was completely red.

He kissed her ear very lightly.

Like a flower blooming, it is also touching a petal that may close at any moment.

A beautiful musical note began to play.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt collar tightly; she was extremely tense.

"I think this cardigan is a bit unnecessary," he whispered close to her ear.

"What's superfluous? This is my favorite cardigan."

"Then wear it next time. Take it off tonight."

He gently lifted her back and slowly slipped the unbuttoned cardigan off her shoulders.

The cashmere fabric brushed against the skin on the inside of her arm, making a very faint rustling sound.

As the clothes slipped from her fingers and draped over the sofa armrest, she instinctively raised her hand, trying to cover the area above her neckline.

"Still watching..."

"We'll see."

He pushed her hand away again.

This time, I didn't hold her wrist; I just gently parted it with my fingers, like parting a veil.

Then he lowered his head and placed his lips on her collarbone, where there was a small patch of skin that the neckline of her satin dress couldn't cover. It had been hidden by her cardigan, but now it was completely exposed to his view.

When his lips touched hers, her breath caught in her throat for a moment, then a barely audible sound escaped from her nose…

"Wait a minute. What are you solving?"

She felt the zipper on the back of her satin dress being pulled open a little, and the sound of the metal zipper teeth separating was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

"Does that even need asking? This is the back zipper." With each word he spoke, the zipper slid down a bit.

Her back was exposed inch by inch to the air—shoulder blades, spinal hollows, waistline.

The zipper stopped at her waist, and he reached out and gently grasped her other wrist, his thumb lightly rubbing the inside of her wrist bone.

"Sister Sisi, how far do you think I can solve this?"

"you……"

Liu Yifei buried her face in the armrest of the sofa, and one of the thin straps of her satin dress slipped off her shoulder and hung on her arm.

She felt her entire back exposed to his gaze, a realization that made her ears burn.

"Little brat, is he going to keep taking his clothes off?"

"Probably not. He's already unbuttoned four buttons and unzipped the zipper. If he takes it off any further, he really is taking it off. Oh my god. He gently pulled her bra strap off her arm, the silk gliding against her skin, cool and refreshing. Her heart suddenly started racing, like the day the brakes failed at the ski resort and she was rushing down the slope, the wind rushing into her ears and she couldn't hear anything. She instinctively raised her hand and pressed it against his."

"Xiao He, no."

Xiao He stopped.

He looked at Liu Yifei's slightly turned face, her beautiful eyes swirling with complex emotions.

No means yes.

Then he gently pushed Liu Yifei's hand away.

It's not the tentative, ready-to-give-up approach of the past; it's a more determined, more earnest approach.

"Tonight is a reward; you don't have to do anything—just lie down."

He pulled the last shoulder strap off her arm, slid the entire satin skirt down a few inches, and then stopped.

He looked at the skin below her collarbone, which was now faintly visible beneath the satin fabric.

"Aren't you a bit too good at this?"

She tried hard to find the rhythm of "older sister teasing younger brother", but her voice was too soft and the end of the note trembled, like the involuntary sob at the end of her note when she sang "Mohe Dance Hall" in the recording studio.

"Sissi, you look especially beautiful when you're shy."

He gently pushed her other hand away from his front and placed both hands on her sides.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

His fingers gently traced her back, stopping at the clasp of her bra.

She felt his fingertips touch the edge of the clasp, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Xiao He, this really won't work. It's too fast. Wait a minute..."

Her hand reflexively rose up, waving in mid-air as if trying to reach behind his back and press down on his hand.

But he beat her to it and gently pried her wrist off.

"Xiao He, I'm Liu Yifei. No one has ever dared to treat me like this since I was little. Aren't you afraid of me?"

She turned her face to one side, and her voice suddenly softened, as if she were telling a secret she had kept for a very long time.

"Is this Liu Yifei? Nice to meet you."

Xiao He continued to act as before.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, as if something buried deep in her heart had been touched.

Since her debut in her teens, all her suitors have kept a respectful distance. Actors who were polite and considerate to her on set, and business partners who gentlemanly took her arm on the red carpet—no one has ever dared to overstep their bounds like this.

Those with powerful family backgrounds dare not touch her.

Only him, only this brat brother.

They were unscrupulous from day one.

It's not that she didn't want to, it's that no one had ever dared to actually take that step.

This kid has no idea how special he is—no, he definitely does, he's doing it on purpose.

"Fine, fine, whatever, I'll let you run wild today."

She slowly slid her arm off his shoulder and onto the sofa cushion.

The orange cat jumped off the sofa and snuggled up to the edge of the carpet with the calico cat, its tail tip gently brushing against the forgotten cashmere cardigan on the floor.

The scenery is beautiful tonight.

Not even half as good as a beautiful woman.

(P.S., just one chapter today. I don't want to continue writing and break the beautiful moment.)