After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

In the original book, Qi Wenshen felt the same way about the female lead, his white moonlight.

She found the book very sweet when she was reading it.

Now that she herself has become the recipient of those words, she realizes that "sweet" isn't used to describe those words, but rather to describe the feeling in her heart when she hears them.

Sweet.

The spot in my heart is sweet.

It felt like someone had smeared honey on my heart, making every beat sickeningly sweet.

However, the original plot was not like this.

In the original storyline, Qi Wenshen and Bai Yueguang were a couple, and she was just cannon fodder.

She's now stealing the spotlight from the beloved character; what if the plot is revised?

What if the moment the white moonlight appears, Qi Wenshen's gaze involuntarily follows her?

Shen Ruo lowered her head and buried her face in his chest. Her Pleasant Goat pajamas slipped off her shoulders, but she didn't pick them up.

Intimate payment.

She remembered what her aunt had said at the dinner table that evening.

"Good men are like limited editions; if you don't grab them early, they'll be gone."

She's already got it.

It's not a limited edition, it's a discontinued item.

It's the kind of product that will never be restocked after it's taken off the shelves.

As for whether or not the money should be repaid, she decided to give up on that idea.

Anyway, he said he wouldn't break up.

Then believe him.

As for the original story's beloved female lead...

Shen Ruo bit her lip, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes like never before.

The original plot is the original plot; the present is the present.

She's not the stupid supporting female character from the original book who only knows how to cause trouble anymore. She is Shen Ruo, the closest person Qi Wenshen personally acknowledged, the woman he paid for intimacy with, the one he kissed again and again.

Let the white moonlight appear if it's meant to.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Big deal.

At worst, we can stick to the original plan: let the father go and keep the son.

Shen Ruo lifted her head from his chest, looked into his eyes, and slowly curved her lips into a beautiful smile.

"Then I'll spend more, until it hurts your heart."

Qi Wenshen looked at the little woman in his arms.

"You have everything I have, not just money.

Shen Ruo's heart skipped a beat, then another, until it was almost irregular.

She tiptoed, brought her lips close to his ear, and her warm breath brushed against his earlobe.

"Cousin, you said it yourself, I took it seriously."

Qi Wenshen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace.

"I said it."

When Qi Wenshen held her, Shen Ruo felt the change in his body.

That subtle desire, transmitted through the thin fabric, was impossible to ignore.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

My hands started to get restless.

Her left hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, resting against his lean waist, her fingertips tracing circles in the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

He slipped his right hand inside his collar, his fingertips tracing his collarbone, stopping at his chest, feeling his heart pounding—quickly, much faster than usual.

Qi Wenshen could not tolerate this.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and he muttered under his breath, "Demon."

Then they grabbed her head.

He ran his hands through her hair, his fingers tightened, and a barrage of kisses rained down upon her.

Shen Ruo's hands did not stop.

She tilted her head back to receive his kiss while continuing what she was doing with her hands.

She unbuttoned Qi Wenshen's shirt one button at a time.

Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

As she moved, Qi Wenshen's chest was fully exposed, and in the dim light, his eight-pack abs were very alluring.

Shen Ruo's lips pressed against his chest.

Qi Wenshen's breath hitched, his arms tightened, he held her head, and sealed her wicked little mouth with his lips.

The two kissed, their breaths mingling, and the room temperature seemed to have been raised by ten degrees.

The air conditioner was still blowing cold air, but it couldn't dispel the increasingly thick layer of heat between the two people.

Shen Ruo's lace nightgown slipped off during their intimate moments.

Qi Wenshen's hand covered the softness he had longed for.

The moment their palms touched, they both let out a muffled groan.

His hands were large, almost enveloping the entire outline, with his fingertips slightly clenched, feeling their amazing softness and elasticity.

Shen Ruo's body trembled, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, reaching that place...

She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her whole body went limp, as if all her bones had been removed, and she leaned weakly against his chest.

"Cousin, I feel unwell."

Qi Wenshen picked her up.

Shen Ruo wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on him.

He didn't stop, kissing her as he walked towards the bed.

Shen Ruo was laid down on the bed, her hair scattered on the pillow, and she was only wearing a pair of extremely thin underwear.

Qi Wenshen then covered him with his entire body.

He braced himself above her, his hands on either side of her head, looking down at her.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

Shen Ruo looked up at him, her watery eyes filled with mist, her lips slightly swollen from the kisses, making her even more alluring.

Qi Wenshen lowered his head and kissed her chest.

Shen Ruo's hand suddenly gripped the bed sheet, her body arching slightly like a fully drawn bow before falling back down.

Every time his lips touched hers, her body trembled.

His large hands set fires everywhere.

It slid down her waist to her lower abdomen, down her thighs, and down her inner thighs.

Her fingertips brushed lightly through the thin fabric, and Shen Ruo bit her lip, but still couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped from deep in her throat.

Qi Wenshen's hands roamed over her body, leaving a burning mark wherever they touched.

Shen Ruo's eyes grew increasingly unfocused.

Her rationality completely collapsed at that moment.

She unconsciously bent over and moved closer to him.

She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer to him, wanting to touch his taut muscles.

She could already sense his change; through the fabric, he pressed against her most tender spot, just a little bit away, just a layer of fabric away.

Qi Wenshen was also unable to suppress his desires.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the veins on his temples throbbed, and the muscles in his arms were taut.

His hands gripped her waist, his knuckles sinking into the soft flesh of her waist. He was like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap if pulled any further.

But at the last moment, he stopped.

Shen Ruo sensed that his movements had stopped.

She opened her hazy eyes and looked at the man supporting her from above.

His face was very close to hers; she could see the fine beads of sweat clinging to his eyelashes and the turbulent storm raging in his eyes.

He was holding back, so much so that the veins in his neck were bulging.

Shen Ruo pouted, dissatisfied.

That pouting gesture wasn't intentional; it was instinctive, like a child who was about to get their candy but had it snatched away at the last second, feeling incredibly wronged.

Her hand climbed onto his shoulder.

"Cousin, why did you stop?"

Qi Wenshen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.