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

Chaoyi Villa was so large that even if she chose the room closest to his study as her boudoir, it would still be a long walk.

Cui Yutang walked hurriedly. The sky, which had just begun to brighten, began to darken again, turning a leaden gray, as if someone had splashed a layer of ink on it, making people feel suffocated.

"The weather looks off." He frowned and quickened his pace.

When he arrived at Yiyuan, he gently pushed open the door and saw Xie Yige squatting on the ground, rummaging through the three large boxes he had specially prepared for her. Her expression did not seem very pleasant.

Xie Yige's face was indeed puffed up like a wronged pufferfish.

She was looking for clothes to change into, and the more she rummaged through them, the angrier she became—what were these three boxes filled with? Each item was more outrageous than the last, each with less fabric than the last. She picked up a gossamer-thin gauze dress, her hands trembling with anger.

You really can't trust men too much.

At that moment, she turned around and saw Cui Yutang walk in.

Hehe, you've come at the perfect time; she was just looking for someone to settle scores with.

"Cui Yutang, what do you mean by buying me these three boxes of dresses?" She threw the sheer fabric in her hand on the ground, her face flushed with anger. "I can forget about the other two boxes, but can I even wear this one out?"

The other two suitcases weren't really suitable to wear out, but since I had deliberately worn them underneath when I last saw him, I couldn't bring myself to criticize them. So I decided to focus my firepower on the most outrageous suitcase.

"Take a look at this box you bought. What style is it? Open it up and tell me about it."

Xie Yige blushed and her heart pounded as she suppressed the urge to strangle him. This man was truly wicked beyond measure.

Cui Yutang's gaze secretly swept over the high bulge in her chest—she probably hadn't found suitable clothes and hadn't had time to bind her chest that morning. His throat tightened, and he felt extremely guilty, so he quickly lowered his head.

He actually wanted her to wear it for him, but he didn't dare say it.

"Yige, I know I was wrong." He honestly admitted his mistake, his attitude incredibly sincere.

Then he looked up at her cautiously and said, "How about... you punish me?"

"You..." Xie Yige's face flushed red, "Get out!"

Just then, a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the dark sky, and the pale light illuminated the entire room in an instant. Then, a series of thunderclaps crashed down, the booming sound seeming to smash a hole in the heavens and the earth.

The entire villa trembled slightly with the thunder, the windows creaked, and even the ground beneath our feet seemed to shake.

"ah--"

Xie Yige screamed, startled, and immediately threw herself into Cui Yutang's arms, clinging to him.

The sky suddenly darkened completely, plunging the room into gloom, with only the occasional flashes of lightning outside the window providing brief illumination.

"Cui Yutang, sob sob sob... It's so scary..." Her voice was choked with sobs, her body trembling in his arms, her fingers gripping his clothes tightly until her knuckles turned white.

"Yige, don't be afraid, I'm here." Cui Yutang supported her buttocks with one hand and hugged her tightly in his arms, while covering her exposed ears with the other hand to block out most of the thunder.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie." His deep voice gently soothed her, like a tender barrier separating her from the terrifying noises outside.

The thunder outside continued to rumble, one after another, seemingly without end. Lightning flashed across the sky every now and then, illuminating the dim room for a fleeting, stark white before plunging it back into darkness.

She has been afraid of thunder since she was a child, and her mother used to comfort her.

Fortunately, he was there today.

She nestled close to him, the unique cool sandalwood scent emanating from him filling her nostrils, and her heart gradually calmed down.

His embrace was warm, his heartbeat steady, each beat like the most reassuring rhythm in the world. She could even feel the resonance of his chest, transmitted through his clothes to her skin.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually returned to quiet.

In the dimly lit room, only their heartbeats and the patter of rain falling outside the window could be heard.

Xie Yige then realized that her overly large breasts were pressed against his chest, the soft curves clinging tightly to his firm muscles through the thin fabric. She had been so busy being angry that she had completely forgotten this important thing—she hadn't bound her breasts this morning.

It seems too late to regret it now.

She quickly changed the subject: "Where did you hide all my clothes?"

She paused, then added through gritted teeth, "I remember you bought a lot of sets last time—that's normal."

Cui Yutang felt even more guilty.

"In my...study."

"You—you bastard!" She wanted to kick him immediately. "Put me down!"

But Cui Yutang didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

"Good song, but I'm not happy," he sighed softly in her ear.

His long, strong fingers began to move slowly and rhythmically behind her back, sparking through the thin fabric, like lightning striking her skin.

She trembled all over, and her anger burst instantly, like a deflated balloon.

"Yige," his voice was deep and husky, like a bewitching fox spirit, "let me kiss you there, okay?"

"no."

"You liar, you always bite me!"

"I'll be gentle, it won't hurt." His voice was alluring, tender as water.

Her clothes were already loose, and with a gentle lift from him, they fell completely down.

She was held and straddled on his lap, forced to arch her long neck. He held her back with one hand, supporting her entire weight.

Two towering snow-capped peaks loomed in the dim light, their surfaces as white as snow, their curves astonishing.

He immediately lowered his head and took the most delicious part of the top in his mouth.

His head was completely buried inside.

It smells so good! How can it smell so good? I love it.

His very soul trembled.

"Um...liar...bastard..." Xie Yige's voice was broken and tearful, but she did not push him away.

He savored it carefully, completely covering it, sometimes gently brushing it like a butterfly's wing, sometimes applying more pressure to leave his own mark.

The other hand was also busy, immediately covering the other hand, the palm of which was surprisingly hot.

so big.

He had completely lost his mind and only wanted to immerse himself in this softness and never wake up.

She had completely lost her temper, leaving only trembling and soft panting.

"Cui Yutang...you bastard..." Her voice was as soft as water, "I...I will never let you get away with this."