Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

She buried her face in his chest, refusing to look up, her shoulders trembling slightly. He held her like that, waiting for her to calm down on her own.

She cried almost silently, except for the occasional sob, but that only made her more pitiful.

I didn't actually want to cry, but I just couldn't stop the tears. The more I tried not to cry, the more they fell, and in the end, I just cried my heart out.

After crying, I felt ashamed and didn't want to lift my face anymore.

Fu Jingting chuckled and touched her cheek. "Have you cried enough?"

"I didn't cry."

She denied it and pulled his hand away so he wouldn't touch her.

"You really didn't cry?" The man's voice held a hint of amusement. He bent down slightly, wanting to look closer, but she hugged him tightly, muttering, "No. Don't look, it's ugly."

"Then we should see even more clearly how ugly it is." The man pulled her arm away and bent down to look.

Xu Qingcheng quickly turned her face away, but he turned her back to him. Her eyes, glistening with tears, were like water lilies under the moon, delicate and charming.

The man ran his fingertips across her eyes. He didn't know why she suddenly burst into tears, and he figured he wouldn't get an answer by asking, so he simply stopped asking.

Just gently stroking her face and eyes, watching her complexion gradually flush and her eyes soften with a gentle light, I suddenly felt an urge to kiss her.

He thought that way, and that's what he did.

The man's kiss was not gentle; it was extremely domineering.

She didn't even know how her arms got up to his neck; she only knew that she was being held in his arms, which made her feel very safe.

The sounds of firecrackers and insects chirping intertwined with the most alluring whispers of the time.

Fu Sichen and her third uncle's younger cousin were setting off small handheld fireworks. She asked her younger cousin to record a video for her, but she noticed that her younger cousin had turned his phone to the other side and was waving for her to come over.

Fu Sichen ran over, glanced at his phone, then looked up and saw his second brother and the fairy sister...

A handsome man and a beautiful woman are a sight to behold, no matter where they are. They are like the male and female leads in a TV drama, passionately kissing, making people blush and their hearts race.

Fu Sichen snatched the phone away and dragged his younger cousin away, saying, "You dare to record this? If my second brother sees it, he'll beat you to death."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Jingting is quite the ladies' man."

"Envious, aren't you?"

"I have to be envious."

The two walked further and further away, their voices quietly dissipating into the air.

The two people embracing and kissing were unaware that they had become the subject of other people's conversation, and their increasingly disordered breathing and heartbeats stirred up a wave of passion.

She nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his neck, her heart pounding wildly. Fu Jingting held her tightly, his hand pressing down hard on her back. He whispered in her ear, "What should we do? You started this fire."

The man's hot breath brushed against her ear, and Xu Qingcheng blushed. Her eyes were filled with tears, moonlight, and him. She bit her lip and remained silent, looking so charming that it was almost tempting to commit a crime.

Fu Jingting pulled her into the villa. The door to her room on the second floor was tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn.

The room was dark, and the rustling sounds of clothes being undressed mingled with the woman's moans and resistance.

"Good girl." The man's voice was low and deep as he kissed her, trapping her voice in his mouth.

In the unfamiliar room, two people were filled with suppressed rage.

The occasional footsteps and chatter of her younger cousins ​​outside made Xu Qingcheng so nervous she felt like she was about to explode.

Time ticked by, and the clock finally struck midnight. Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers outside the window became more intense.

The half-open window let in the cold wind and the sulfurous smell of firecrackers, while the warm yellow light in the room shone on the two of them.

Fu Jingting sat on the sofa by the window, held her in his arms, and draped a thin blanket over her.

Xu Qingcheng curled up in his arms, limp and powerless, her eyes full of charming allure. He leaned down and kissed her eyes, "Mrs. Fu, Happy New Year."

Her heart fluttered slightly. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her slender neck to kiss his lips. "Happy New Year."

The man raised an eyebrow, embraced her, and deepened the kiss, swallowing the "Happy New Year" into his heart.

I handed her the phone. "Should I call your parents?"

Xu Qingcheng nodded, and he made the call.

The call was answered quickly.

Zhao Lan's voice was clear, as if she was waiting for the New Year's Day and for a new hope.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly felt a lump in her throat. "Mom, Happy New Year."

Happy New Year, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law.

"Happy New Year." Zhao Lan's voice was cheerful. "Please pass on my blessings to your grandparents and parents for me."

A simple blessing, without any special words, feels perfectly complete.

The call ended, and neither of them moved, seemingly enjoying the brief moment of peace.

"Invite your second brother and sister-in-law to come eat New Year's dumplings!" Zhong Wanxiu instructed Fu Sichen.

"I'm not going."

The little girl refused outright.

Zhong Wanxiu glared at her, "What's wrong with you? Go now!"

Fu Sichen pouted and reluctantly headed towards the stairs, her face secretly turning red.

She bought a new Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) and put it in her room intending to wear it when visiting relatives and friends for the New Year the next morning. However, fireworks were set off outside just now, and sparks burned several holes in her skirt. She decided to just change her clothes instead.

When he got to the room, he couldn't open the door, but there were sounds coming from inside. Fu Sichen pressed his ear against the door and listened for a while, and then...

She ran downstairs, her face burning hot. She wasn't some clueless little girl; thanks to the all-powerful internet, she knew everything she should and shouldn't know.

Whether it's been put into practice is another matter, but the theory is clear. I've secretly watched those Japanese adult films with my best friend a few times already.

Fu Sichen stood at the top of the stairs, thought it over and over, then turned back and called his second brother directly, "Second brother, dumplings are ready."

Zhong Wanxiu glanced at her while she was on the phone, "It's just a few steps, and you won't even come when I call you. You're so lazy."

Fu Sichen stuck out his tongue and made a funny face.

There was a coin in the dumpling. Finding it in your dumpling is considered good luck, and your grandparents will give you a gift based on the coin when you visit them for the New Year tomorrow morning.

It was just for fun and to have some fun; everyone was enjoying the food.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone and looked at her. "Go downstairs and have some dumplings."

Xu Qingcheng felt her legs were still trembling a little. She made a soft "hmm" sound, shifted her little bottom on his lap, and then lay back down, looking all wronged.

Fu Jingting laughed when he saw her like this. "Can't walk? I'll carry you down."

She looked utterly ravaged, while he seemed carefree and smug. Xu Qingcheng was furious. She turned her head and bit him, leaving a deep tooth mark on his neck.

Fu Jingting hissed, suppressing a laugh, and teased her, "Do you want your whole family to know what you did to me?"