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

"No need, Young General, thank you." Xie Yige returned a faint smile.

She was very polite to him.

Li Zhige's eyes dimmed instantly.

Cui Yutang watched from the side, feeling deeply distressed. He was now absolutely certain that this person also loved his Yige. He disliked other men looking at her with such eyes.

"Yige, let's go over there! The pear blossoms on that tree are beautiful!" Li Zhiwei broke the silence in time, pulling Xie Yige along as they ran to the other side.

Xie Yige was dragged a few steps by her, then turned around and ordered Cui Yutang around without any politeness.

"Cui Yutang, come here quickly and pick that clump at the top!"

Cui Yutang responded, leaped up, and easily plucked the pear blossom.

Xie Yige took it and pointed to another spot: "That one over there is pretty too!"

She continued to boss him around while pulling him further and further away, gradually distancing herself from Li Zhiwei and Li Zhige.

Xie Yige only breathed a sigh of relief after the two figures disappeared from sight.

Even if she was slow to realize it, she could see through Li Zhige's thoughts.

Turning around, he saw that Cui Yutang was holding a large bouquet of pear blossoms, which covered his entire face.

Xie Yige couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Cui Yutang, you're practically turning into a flower fairy—all body, no face, hahaha!"

"What a heartless woman." Cui Yutang's tone was very resentful. He peeked out from behind the bouquet, revealing a pair of pitiful eyes.

Xie Yige laughed even harder.

Watching her laugh so hard she was doubled over, Cui Yutang's melancholy slowly transformed into doting affection. He placed the bouquet on a nearby rock and said, "There's a warm spring in the mountain stream ahead, would you like to go take a look?"

Xie Yige's eyes lit up: "Lead the way quickly!"

After turning a few corners and passing a few old pear trees, the view suddenly opened up before us.

This is a secluded mountain stream, surrounded by several ancient pear trees, forming a relatively enclosed space. A warm spring lies quietly in the center of the stream, its steam rising and swirling with mist as it meets the slightly cool air.

The pure white pear blossoms drifted onto the water's surface, gently swaying with the ripples, appearing and disappearing in the mist like a beautiful woman shedding tears.

Xie Yige instantly became happy.

She quickly took off her shoes, sat on a rock by the water, and dipped her delicate feet into the warm spring. The warm water enveloped her feet, instantly relieving her fatigue, and she comfortably closed her eyes.

Stunned, Cui Yutang watched as she splashed water with her rounded toes, droplets sliding down her fair instep, shimmering in the sunlight. His gaze was fixed on something, and he felt completely numb.

He took a deep breath, his expression becoming inscrutable.

Then, he "accidentally" stepped on a slippery rock on the shore—

With a "plop," he fell into the warm spring.

"Cui Yutang, are you alright?" Xie Yige was startled and quickly stood up. Ignoring her clothes, she waded through the water and went to pull him up.

Water splashed everywhere, soaking her dress. The pinkish-purple gown clung to her body, outlining the girl's exceptionally full and exquisite curves.

Cui Yutang emerged from the water.

His upper body clothes were loose and open, and water droplets flowed down his handsome face, slid over his well-defined jawline, flowed over his strong chest muscles, then flowed to his muscular eight-pack abs, and finally disappeared into his V-line.

Xie Yige's heart immediately began to pound wildly.

She couldn't help but swallow hard.

He was like a seductive demon from the mountains, approaching her step by step.

She retreated step by step until her back pressed against the cold stone wall, with nowhere left to go. Nervously, she raised one slender, fair leg, revealing a glimpse of her skin, and used the sole of her foot to block his advancing chest, preventing him from going any closer.

But the moment you step on it, a firm yet elastic sensation travels from the soles of your feet, like an electric current coursing through your entire body.

An unseen storm was hidden in his eyes.

He reached out, his large, warm hand grasping her ankle, holding it in his palm and caressing it gently. The red string tied around her ankle, like a forbidden line, stood out starkly against her fair skin.

He suddenly moved closer and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her foot.

Xie Yige's heart clenched immediately, as if it were being held in his hand, and even her breath caught in her throat.

He didn't stop.

He kissed his way up her slender calves, inch by inch. Occasionally, his tongue would brush against her, sending sparks flying and making her tremble slightly. He only stopped when he was near her thighs.

Xie Yige had completely collapsed into a puddle of water.

She was panting with her pink lips parted, her eyes were glazed, and her face was flushed.

His eyes were bloodshot. He stepped forward, his waist wedged between her legs, and he leaned down to seal her alluring lips with his.

The two became entangled in the misty steam.

The moment his lips pressed down on hers, Xie Yige's mind went blank. His kiss was burning hot, gradually becoming domineering and deep from its initial gentle probing. He pried open her teeth, his tongue exploring and entwining with hers, stealing her breath inch by inch.

Her hands climbed onto his shoulders, her fingertips sinking into his soaked clothes, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or hold on tighter. His arms tightened, pulling her into his embrace, their two soaked bodies pressed tightly together. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the contours of every muscle in his body and his burning body temperature.

His lips moved away from hers, tracing down her jawline to her long, slender neck. His breath was hot and rapid, spraying onto her sensitive skin and sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but tilt her head back, revealing her delicate neck, like a swan offering its neck for slaughter.

His kisses lingered on the nape of her neck, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes more forceful, leaving a trail of fine red marks. His hands were not idle either; his large palms slowly moved up her waistline, and through her soaked, flowing dress, he could feel every inch of her body undulating and trembling.

"Cui Yutang..." Her voice was broken and soft, with a hint of pleading.

He didn't respond, but simply held her tighter, sealing her lips and tongue once more, deepening the kiss. Steam rose, heat filled the air, and the world seemed to consist only of their intertwined breaths and heartbeats.