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

Xie Yige reached out and gently stroked his cheek: "Don't worry, they can't bully me."

"Are you really okay?"

"Um."

She blinked. "What if my brother finds out you sneaked into my room in the middle of the night?"

A sly glint flashed in her eyes, adding to her allure.

"You're not allowed to tell him about tonight." Cui Yutang struggled to control the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes. He gently bit her lip, his words carrying a hint of weak threat, "Otherwise... I'll come and bother you every night."

"If I don't tell you, you won't bother me anymore, right?" Her voice was sweet and gentle.

Cui Yutang's expression froze for a moment.

Xie Yige couldn't help but chuckle, the sound particularly crisp in the quiet night. She quickly covered her mouth, revealing only her crescent-shaped eyes, bright and sparkling as if filled with starlight.

Seeing her playful expression, he laughed too. That smile was fleeting in the darkness, yet it was enough to make one's heart flutter.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"Then I'm leaving," he said, getting up.

"Wait." Xie Yige suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

He turned to look at her.

She huddled under the covers, only her small face showing. The candlelight flickered in her eyes, filled with tiny, shimmering stars.

"Will you come again tomorrow?"

Cui Yutang's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't answer, but leaned down and planted another kiss on her lips.

Then he got up and silently disappeared into the night.

Xie Yige lay on the bed, her fingers gently touching her lips, where the warmth and scent of his lips still lingered. She buried her face in the pillow, a fire quietly surging within her.

On the old pear tree outside the window, the two guards finally breathed a sigh of relief—this great figure had finally left.

But they were clearly celebrating too soon.

Because he came again on the second night.

The second time, he was clearly more experienced, wearing a thin night-clothes and moving even more silently.

He touched it lightly, and the door opened. His fingertips trembled with panic, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He lifted her veil; the fragrance seemed even stronger than the night before, carrying the unique warmth and sweetness of a woman in her boudoir. His heart couldn't help but flutter.

Xie Yige immediately sensed his arrival.

Their eyes met in the air, and in the dim candlelight, it was as if an invisible thread was pulling them closer and closer.

"Yige, I'm a little cold." His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Come in...come in"

She bit her lip gently, her fingers trembling as she pulled back the blanket.

He rushed inside in an instant.

At first, he lay obediently side by side with her, afraid that the cold air from his body would transfer to her.

The clothes worn at night carried the chill of a spring night.

Time was passing by, but his heart was beating faster and faster.

Once he felt a slight warmth on his body, he immediately loosened his belt and covered himself with it.

She was only wearing a thin, gossamer-thin nightgown, the touch of which felt like bare skin, and his body was instantly ignited.

Dry wood ignited into a raging fire, engulfing the entire body.

He threw off his night clothes and then sank into the blankets.

He directly bit his favorite part.

It's both captivating and maddening.

Xie Yige's eyes were glazed over, her hands helplessly gripping his strong shoulders, her fingertips digging into his skin, yet she was powerless to resist.

"Cui Yutang, be gentle..." Her voice was like a sob, barely audible.

He paused for a moment, gently soothed the area with his long, slender fingers, and then covered it entirely with his palm.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was incredibly hoarse, as if he was enduring something with great effort, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.

"Cui Yutang, hug me."

The two became entangled under the covers. Strong and soft embraced tightly, the air thick with a suffocating ambiguity and excitement. Her body seemed exceptionally small in his arms, like a fledgling bird curled up in its nest, while he was her entire world.

"Yige... my Yige." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice deep and passionate, "Don't be afraid, I won't..."

He paused, as if using all his willpower to say the second half of his sentence: "I'm just suffering terribly."

"Yes, I know." She returned an even tighter hug.

That's a sign of indulgence.

She always softens towards him. She's hopeless.

He could no longer control himself and took care of her entire body.

His lips and tongue roamed over her body, leaving a trail of burning marks wherever they touched. Her hands weaved through his thick hair, then rested on his strong back, feeling the tremors of his every breath.

The two guards hiding outside saw that the candlelight inside was not going out for a long time, and there was no sign of them coming out.

Forget it. Let it be destroyed.

The next day, Xie Yige slept until the sun was high in the sky and still hadn't woken up.

Bichun was a little worried, so she gently lifted the curtain to check. A sweet floral and fruity scent mixed with a cold and domineering sandalwood scent wafted towards her—two completely different scents, yet they were miraculously blended together in this small space.

Oh no. That person must have been here last night.

They've bullied her young lady again.

She gently lifted a corner of the blanket, only to find everything going black.

The nearly transparent nightgown had faint marks, like petals scattered on a snowy ground.

She didn't dare disturb her sleep; she must have been exhausted last night.

She then lowered the curtains again, her heart pounding with panic. She quickly left the inner chamber and gently closed the door.

Looking up, I saw Zhou Xuan'an helping Xie Wanrou step into the courtyard.

Bichun's heart raced like a herd of horses.

Just what she feared most came to pass. She was almost in tears, but she forced a somewhat indescribable smile onto her lips.

"Greetings to the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law."

"Where's Yige?" Zhou Xuan'an glanced at her still-closed door and sighed helplessly, "Is that little one sleeping in again?"

"Miss stayed up late last night learning perfumery and is still asleep," Bichun said, trying to keep her voice calm. "Later, should I tell Miss to come directly to you?"

"Husband, let's not disturb Yige's rest. Let's go first." Xie Wanrou tugged at Zhou Xuan'an's sleeve.

"it is good."

After they had gone far away, Bichun breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the door frame, and felt like she had been given a second chance at life.

Xie Yige was awakened by the "clucking" sound from the windowsill.

She groggily opened her eyes and saw a gyrfalcon standing on the windowsill, glaring at her with an extremely displeased look.

It was indignant—this woman, who only lazily got out of bed around noon, had been flying around for days, only occasionally stopping to catch some insects to fill her stomach.

Its life is so miserable.

Xie Yige's eyes lit up: "Xiao Qing, you're back?"

What kind of name is that? It sounds awful. It frantically flapped its wings against the windowsill in protest.