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

He pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Are you done talking?"

Xie Yige looked up at him, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Everything is arranged, but the first batch of medicinal herbs was still rushed."

Cui Yutang pressed his cheek against her left forehead. His skin was slightly cool, and it felt very comfortable to have him against her.

"There's no need for you to worry about this, my lady. The Cui family owns a thousand-acre medicinal herb plantation, with ample stockpiles of various commonly used herbs for dispelling miasma, stopping bleeding, and detoxifying. I've already had people harvest and process them overnight, so there will be absolutely no delay in the project."

One sentence completely put Xie Yige at ease. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with starlight.

"Business is done, my baby, it's time to come home with me." He looked down at her, a smile curving his lips.

"Okay. But you're not allowed to carry me outside, you can only hold hands." Xie Yige quickly extended her hand, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.

Holding hands in public is actually quite inappropriate. Oh well, it's better than being carried around.

Cui Yutang's face showed a hint of reluctance and grievance: "Wife, how cruel you are."

As he spoke, he quickly enveloped her small hand with his own, their fingers intertwined tightly, as if afraid she might change her mind about this.

Before leaving, Cui Yutang glanced back at the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the river that Xie Yige had just looked out from, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Once he was in the carriage, his gaze was fixed on her.

"Baby, tell me the truth—" His gaze, somewhat aggressive, fell on her face, "When I met your brother at Wangjiang Tower last time, were you peeking at me from next door?"

"Huh?" Xie Yige's eyes immediately darted away.

She clenched her hands into small fists and shrank back slightly. "I...I..."

Good heavens, how did he know? And he even brought up old grievances.

Cui Yutang's lips curled into a wicked smile as he gradually pressed himself against her, forcing her to half-lie against the car wall.

"That meeting at Wangjiang Tower, it wasn't your suggestion, was it?" He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.

That's definitely not like Zhou Xuan'an's taste. That guy only cares about how good the food is when choosing a restaurant; he never cares about the ambiance.

Xie Yige had only one thought in her mind.

My goodness, what kind of man did she marry? He's terrifying.

His eyes shone brightly, and seeing her evasive behavior, he knew he had guessed everything correctly.

His smile deepened, but something was churning beneath it, a sour, swollen feeling that surged from his chest all the way to his eyes.

It turns out that back then, he wasn't the only one missing her and wanting to see her every moment...

She's the same.

He suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, reached out and helped her sit up from the couch, then pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Yige, my Yige." He buried his face in her hair and murmured.

He suddenly understood some things.

At that time, it was only Zhou Xuan'an who came to participate in the imperial examination. As a young lady from a respectable family, she should not have appeared in the capital.

She came for him.

His eyes welled up with tears, which, unable to bear the weight, instantly fell.

The warm liquid silently soaked through her clothes on her back, leaving a small, dark wet patch.

Xie Yige was startled by the dampness behind her. She sensed his intense emotional fluctuations, and her heart began to clench.

"Husband, what's wrong?" She wanted to turn around and look at him.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." His voice was muffled, and he hugged her even tighter.

"You are my wife now, we are already married..."

After returning to the villa, Cui Yutang became even more clingy.

We have to feed them by sticking close to them, carry them while they walk, and now we even have to take them for a bath.

"Cui Yutang, if you keep doing this, believe me, I'll beat you up." Xie Yige put her hands on her hips, showing her barely noticeable bunny teeth, and directly threatened him.

"My lady, you said I could do it tonight..." He stood at the entrance of the hot spring, his eyes filled with grievance, a stark contrast to his imposing demeanor on the training ground earlier that day.

Xie Yige suddenly felt like she had two husbands, each of whom was completely under his thumb. She was truly defeated by him.

"Then you're not allowed to do anything inappropriate while you're taking a shower."

"Mmm." He looked so well-behaved, even his eyelashes seemed obedient.

But once you take off your clothes—

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, revealing strong and well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, and his skin shone with an alluring luster like white porcelain.

Xie Yige then felt that the air around her had become ambiguous and dangerous.

She couldn't help but swallow hard. If she did something reckless, wouldn't that be a slap in the face...?

While Xie Yige was still lost in thought, he stripped off her clothes and dragged her into the pool.

Warm water rushed in from all directions, and she fell into his arms. Petals in the pool splashed out, scattering along the pool wall and clinging sparsely to the damp stone surface.

The moment their skin touched, they both couldn't help but tremble.

He took a deep breath. His expression returned to seriousness, adopting the dignified demeanor of a refined gentleman: "My wife, let your husband help you wash."

Before she could finish speaking, his eager yet wicked hand had already reached out towards her.

"Baby, you've had a long day. Let me give you a massage first."

Xie Yige linked her arm around his broad shoulders and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Then you're not allowed to do anything reckless, okay?"

She turned her back to him and lay down on the edge of the pool. Her back was fair and tender with a light pink tinge, adorned with beautiful shoulder blades, like two goddess wings.

His eyes were dark. He gently massaged her shoulders, and she relaxed completely, letting out a comfortable "uh~".

His hand paused for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, like a plucked string vibrating between the two of them.

A moment later, his hand moved forward along the shoulder blades, his fingertips gliding silently across the skin. "Wife, is the pressure of your massage just right?"

She bit her lower lip and looked back at him, her eyes hazy and resentful, as if her heart were being held in someone's hand. How could this man, doing something like this, still ask such a question?

"Don't bite yourself." He lowered his head and kissed her, freeing her lower lip from her bite. He then pressed himself against her, pinning her between the pool wall and his chest.

The water was slightly cool, but hot water poured in from the bottom of the pool, instantly enveloping me in its warmth.

Her eyebrows furrowed suddenly, tears mingling with water droplets, her small face, no bigger than a palm, was redder than the flower stamens in the pond.

Not only was his nose straight and handsome, but his eyes were also deep and captivating. Seeing her gradually losing focus and filled with tears, a triumphant smile flashed across his lips.

He became increasingly audacious, and the image of him, full of energy and displaying heroic spirit as he fired three arrows simultaneously on the reviewing stand today, became clearer and clearer in her mind.

The feeling is becoming more and more profound.

She indulged him in his descent into depravity.