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

"Would you like me to rub it for you?" She leaned close to his ear, her voice incredibly seductive.

With a gentle nudge, he was thrown into complete disarray.

Then she sat up straight and moved back and forth, as if trying to tame a wild beast.

Her little hands were restless too, tracing down his chest and back along the creases of his abdominal muscles, her fingertips roaming over his skin, igniting a fire within him. Every now and then, she would lean in and gently lick him, her tongue soft and tender.

Like a cunning young beast testing the limits of its prey.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on her profile, her beautiful peach blossom eyes shimmering, reflecting amber light in her pupils, like a fox spirit from the depths of Lishan, coming to claim his life tonight.

"Xie Yige," he said, his hand gripping her waist, his voice hoarse and barely able to form a coherent sentence, "Do you... want me dead?"

He was in a state of turmoil—excitement, restraint, cherishing, and longing were all twisted together, like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

"Yes, who told you to bully me..." she snorted, unaware that her voice was also beginning to tremble.

Wherever her fingertips touched, he trembled; her breathing became erratic, and her heart pounded like a drum.

She suddenly panicked, as if she had lost control.

She recalled the absurd dream she had in the study.

Dudu was right; she couldn't control herself either.

Her flirting just now was all on instinct; her mind was a complete blank, as if she had been given three pounds of pear blossom wine.

She felt like he was about to cry.

"Cui Yutang, are you feeling unwell?" She stopped, placing her hand on his chest, the heart beneath her palm beating fast and heavy.

"Don't move around anymore." He took a deep breath. "Let me hold you first."

"good."

She was pulled into his strong, muscular chest. Naked, hot, smooth, and bouncy, the sensations surged from every inch of their bodies touching. Fireworks seemed to explode in her mind.

Tree after tree, forming a continuous expanse.

This is awesome!

She closed her eyes, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and felt a mix of soreness and throbbing in her chest.

After a long time, a voice came from above, sounding aggrieved.

"Yige, I feel so bad."

Xie Yige suddenly rolled off him and instantly slipped under the covers.

Cui Yutang was stunned.

Suddenly, there was an emptiness in my arms, leaving me feeling helpless and bewildered.

He propped himself up and looked at the bulge in the blanket, his eyes filled with suppressed tears.

Then he saw—her clothes, one by one, being thrown out from under the covers.

His blood instantly boiled.

She lifted a corner of the blanket, her eyelashes trembling violently, like butterfly wings that might break at any moment in the wind.

"Cui Yutang, come in."

He loosened his belt and rushed inside.

The brocade quilt fell down again, enveloping the two in a dark and sweltering little world.

"Don't move," her voice came from the darkness, her breath brushing against his ear. "Close your eyes with me."

He was still completely dazed, his mind buzzing, but her voice was like some kind of spell, and he obediently did as she said.

With my eyes closed, I couldn't see anything in the darkness, except for the incredibly soft touch of her body and the fragrance of flowers lingering around my nose.

"Think of what I look like."

Her voice seemed to come from a very far place, ethereal and faint, as if separated by a layer of water.

Then came a jolt. It felt like falling into a dream.

He suddenly felt a jolt, his senses were being pulled by some force, his consciousness was both blurry and clear.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, but his body felt even more unbearable.

"What... happened to us?" His voice was hoarse.

"You've entered my dream." She leaned closer, her voice alluring as if rising from the depths of water, "Just like the last time you dreamt of me in the study."

Cui Yutang's mind was in turmoil. Could she really be a fox demon in disguise? Otherwise, how could she have such abilities?

But he's gone mad now. Even if she really is a fox spirit, he'll accept it.

He just wanted to die on her.

He wanted to keep her by his side forever, through thick and thin, never letting her go.

The surroundings became dark.

The lights outside the window flickered, their glow seeping through the curtains, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like a dream.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from under the covers.

The deeper the love, the more meticulous the carving.

It undulates up and down, swaying incessantly.

His muscles bulged, and the lines of his arms and back were all taut, every inch brimming with powerful explosive force.

She trembled frequently, tears streaming down her face.

One dream upon another.

The madness lasts forever.

Cui Yutang woke up first when the sunlight streamed in through the French windows.

He looked down and saw that the person in his arms was still asleep, her face flushed and beautiful.

Her long, curled eyelashes hung quietly, and the tip of her nose was pink.

He gently kissed her forehead, and his heart instantly softened.

He could clearly sense that the dream was real. Including the one in the study, it was so real that even now, when he thinks back on it, he can still clearly remember the intensity of the pear blossom scent on her body and the warmth of her skin against his.

At the time, he thought it was just that he missed her too much.

No wonder she always knew immediately whenever she went to the outside of her house.

Everything makes sense now; that explains it all.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and examined the marks on her body in the morning light. The red spots were still there, but there were no other marks elsewhere.

His eyes darkened.

No wonder she is so breathtakingly beautiful and captivating.

A fox spirit?

But so what? She will always be his, through thick and thin, never to be broken.

"Yige, my Yige."

He kissed the corner of her lips, then tucked the blanket in tightly before getting up.

He gently closed the door to the inner chamber and changed into his court robes in the outer hall.

The movements were slow and meticulous, as if performing a solemn ceremony.

He wore a dark green, finely patterned silk robe, lined with a plain white undershirt, and a black leather belt with silver buckles around his waist.

The figure reflected in the bronze mirror was as upright as a pine tree, and his porcelain-white skin appeared even more noble and refined against the backdrop of his dark green official robe.

Outside the villa, two black horses were ready, and Baoyu had been waiting for a long time.

He mounted his horse, pulled on the reins, glanced back at the direction of the inner courtyard, and then spurred the horse's flanks.

The horse's hooves shattered the morning dew, and it sped away, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

When Xie Yige slowly woke up, the sunlight outside the window had already filled the room.

The sky-blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze, casting shifting light and shadow on the floor. She turned over; the bed beside her was empty, leaving only a shallow indentation in the bedding.

She reached out and touched it; it was cool, but the corners of her lips curled up.

She walked to the window, and a breath of fresh air rushed into her nostrils, carrying the fragrance of grass, trees, and earth.

In the distance, the green mountains are like dark eyebrows, and the stream meanders at the foot of the mountains, with villages with white walls and black tiles scattered in the sun and mist.

She took a deep breath and felt her chest fill with joyful light.

"Miss Xie, did you sleep well last night?"