In a moment of impulse, I forcibly kissed my brother's best friend.

Early the next morning, Cui Yutang's carriage was already parked outside the Zhou residence.

This carriage appears understated and serene, yet its value is immeasurable. The entire carriage is crafted from sandalwood, its color deep and restrained. The manes of the two black horses are trimmed into three prominent braids, giving them a majestic appearance.

The wheel axles were filled with oily cotton wool, and the carriage was equipped with leather springs for shock absorption. Just standing there, one could feel an understated sense of nobility.

"Master, this carriage is still the most comfortable." Baoyu couldn't help but touch the rump of one of the black horses. This was a fine steed that had fought on the battlefield, with firm muscles and smooth fur like satin.

"Can we use this car for all our travels from now on?"

A cold voice came from inside the car: "This car is for Yige."

Bao Yu's lips twitched; she really wanted to switch masters with Zhi Xia.

After about two incense sticks' worth of time, a young woman dressed in a white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) came out of the door.

She blinked her beautiful big eyes, curiously examining the two black horses. Her round eyes darted back and forth like a kitten that had just discovered something new and exciting. Behind her followed a cool-faced, cute girl in a tight-fitting outfit—it was Zhi Xia.

Cui Yutang smiled slightly, jumped off the carriage, and instantly walked in front of the girl, blocking her view of the two horses.

"Yige, why are you out so early?"

The girl gently grasped his sleeve, her voice soft and sweet: "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not long." He reached out his hand. "I'll help you up."

As he spoke, Cui Yutang carefully supported her waist and helped her into the carriage. When his hand landed on her side, he could feel the warmth of her body and her soft curves through the thin fabric. His movements were extremely gentle.

Xie Yige lifted the carriage curtain, and the spaciousness and luxury inside made her slightly taken aback. The floor was covered with a soft, white cashmere carpet, so soft that it almost sank in half an instep. The walls were woven with gold satin and pearls, gleaming warmly in the morning light. On one side, there was also a soft fox fur couch, its thick fur shimmering.

"You changed carriages?" She turned to look at him.

"Mm." Cui Yutang got into the carriage and sat down opposite her, his gaze gentle. "This is your carriage. I'll hitch a ride with you from now on."

Xie Yige was stunned for a moment. What did this mean?

Then my attention was drawn to the pastries on the Hetian black jade table.

Several plates of exquisite pastries were neatly arranged, still carrying a warm aroma; they were freshly baked peach blossom pastries and hibiscus cakes from Yun Su Fang.

"Wow, you actually bought pastries from Yunsu Fang! That's amazing!" she said, taking one and gently biting into it. The flaky crust cracked open, and the sweet filling melted on her tongue. Her eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons, her face full of satisfaction.

"It's the flavor I like," she said vaguely. "Cui Yutang, you should try one too."

She was about to get him a new one when he quickly grabbed her hand holding the pastry and took a bite from the spot where she had eaten, right where her teeth had left a mark.

The sudden closeness made her heart skip a beat. She looked at the spot where he had bitten her, and her ears instantly burned.

"Hmm, it really is delicious." He swallowed slowly, looking at her with a meaningful gaze.

This person... is really wicked!

"I'm ignoring you." She turned around with a flushed face, lifted the carriage curtain, and handed two pastries to Zhixia and Baoyu outside.

"Zhixia, shall we switch masters?" Baoyu said arrogantly as she ate the pastries.

"Shut up," Zhi Xia said coldly.

Xie Yige ate to her heart's content, her gaze falling on the direction where Cui Yutang was sitting—there were a few books in the corner.

Too lazy to get up, she simply lay on top of him and reached for the books.

Her waist and hips arched into a perfect curve in an instant, pressing against some indescribable place.

He lightly patted the arch of her buttocks, the touch springing back, carrying a hint of warning.

"Don't touch anything you want, it's dangerous."

"Hmm." Xie Yige blushed slightly and glanced back at him—had her little scheme been caught?

She quickly picked up the book in her hand.

The Chronicle of the Cui Clan of Qinghe.

She couldn't help but start complaining as soon as she turned the first page.

"Your family has four thousand rules? Did you break some kind of divine law?"

Cui Yutang said awkwardly, "There are too many people in the family, so there are more mistakes. And it has accumulated over nearly five hundred years, so... there are a lot."

Xie Yige continued reading and couldn't help but read it aloud.

Article 1: Unmarried men are prohibited from having physical intimacy with women.

Article Two: One must not engage in private sexual relations with a woman...

She looked up at him, her large, almond-shaped eyes seeming to smile but not quite.

"Cui Yutang, are you following these family rules?"

Cui Yutang's face suddenly turned bright red. He looked out the car window helplessly, his ear tips so red they looked like they could bleed.

Suddenly, a delicate little hand reached out to his waist, pressing and slowly moving upwards.

Sparks flew as her fingers touched the fabric; he could feel the warmth of her fingertips even through his clothes.

She pressed herself against his back, her large, soft breasts pressed tightly against his back, and he instantly felt a surge of heat.

"Young Master Cui," she whispered, her lips brushing against his earlobe, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke, "why don't we do something illegal?"

As she spoke, she gently licked the tip of his ear.

He was about to turn around and hug her when she nimbly slipped into a corner by the bed, looking at him with a smile, like an extremely alluring little fox spirit.

He was so angry he laughed.

He reached out, grabbed one of her ankles, and gently pulled her forward, pressing his entire body against hers.

His eyes held a dangerous storm brewing, like the calm surface of the sea before a tempest.

"Young Master Cui, I know I was wrong." She quickly admitted her mistake, her voice soft.

"What went wrong?"

Xie Yige swallowed hard, her face flushing red, as she looked into his dangerous eyes.

Oh no, it seems we've gone too far.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted.

His kiss landed instantly.

Xie Yige's mind went blank; she could only feel his burning heat and his slightly trembling lips.

She tilted her head back, enduring his increasingly deeper assault, her body as limp as a pool of spring water.

His tongue pried open her teeth, probed in, and entwined with hers, with an almost greedy urge to take.

She could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, just as fast as hers, like two trapped birds frantically flapping in their chests.

"Cui Yutang..." Her voice was broken and soft, with a hint of pleading, yet she couldn't bear to push him away.

He didn't respond, but simply held her tighter, deepening the kiss with his lips and tongue. The air in the carriage seemed to be sucked away, and the soft fur-lined couch sank slightly under their weight.

"Yige..." A deep voice sounded in her ear.

She breathed softly, without responding.