A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

"Zilu, you are so beautiful."

After saying that, Yang Qi kissed him.

Feeling the warm, moist touch of her lips, Chen Zilu was a beat slow to react.

They've kissed more than once in the past month, but it was mostly her who initiated it.

It's rare to see something like this...

Fearing she might overstep her bounds and actually sleep with Yang Qi, Chen Zilu reached out and pushed his chest away.

Her palm felt hot against his skin, and her face flushed red. "Yang Qi, you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yang Qi kissed him even harder.

In that instant, Chen Zilu's hand, which was pressed against his chest, lost its strength and went limp.

Because she was having a mental struggle; she had wanted to eat Yang Qi for a long time, but had never had the opportunity.

now…

Reason told her to "pull him away and ask him directly."

But another voice said, "Don't move yet, just enjoy it."

Just then, Yang Qi's breathing changed rhythm.

It went from steady to slightly rapid, paused briefly, and then started to inhale again, as if trying to control something but not quite managing to.

Chen Zilu felt weak from his kisses, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The heat spread from the point of contact, penetrating every inch of skin.

She turned her head away, took a breath, her face flushed, her palms damp, and warned in a soft voice, "Yang Qi, if you take another step forward, I, I, won't..."

Before he could finish speaking, her lips sealed his again.

This time it will take even longer.

In the dark room, the air seemed to freeze, with only the rustling of fabric and the occasional pause in their breathing remaining.

Chen Zilu finally propped herself up on her elbows again when he stepped back slightly, her chest heaving.

Her cheeks and neck were flushed crimson, her eyes darted around, then she abruptly looked away, glaring at Yang Qi.

"Yang Qi!" The voice rose, "Twice already, don't blame me for the third time..."

Yang Qi looked down at her.

Those red eyes were completely ignited, responding to Chen Zilu's warning with concrete actions.

She paused, then hardened her heart and said, "You were the one who made the mistake first, don't blame me..."

With her strong will, how could she let Yang Qi lead her around forever?

Completely letting go of herself, she suddenly placed her hand on the back of Yang Qi's neck and pulled him down, tilting her head back to meet him.

The sudden turn of events caught even the out-of-control Yang Qi off guard for a moment.

Compared to Yang Qi's violent kiss, Chen Zilu's lips were perfectly controlled in terms of force.

After loosening her grip, still catching her breath, she pressed her forehead against Yang Qi's and whispered, "This time, you really did start it..."

The atmosphere was completely heated.

Even with the air conditioning on, the room temperature continued to rise.

Her hair was rumpled and disheveled, the pillow was tilted to one side, and her hair was spread out on the pillow like a blanket.

Breathing sounds mingled, rising and falling in the cramped space.

A short while later, a foot peeked out from under the covers, kicked the sheets, and then pulled back in.

Panting, Chen Zilu reached out to touch the fabric on his back, her fingertips sliding down along the grooves of his spine.

Just then, a ray of moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, appearing as a narrow beam of silver, which fell on her shoulder, shimmered briefly, and then dimmed.

Neither of them spoke.

All that remains is breathing, movement, and the occasional touch of warmth...

Yang Qi was the first to wake up in the early morning.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was initially filled with a blurry white light, which then slowly focused.

I saw a small section of shoulder so close to me, bare, the skin glowing with a faint warmth in the white light.

I yawned, my senses returned, and the images from last night flooded back.

The disheveled sheets, the intertwined arms, her final, proactive kiss, and the rapid breathing in the darkness, indistinguishable as to who came first.

He froze.

The gears in my brain got stuck for half a turn before starting to turn again.

I cautiously turned my head and glanced to the side.

Chen Zilu lay on his shoulder, half her face buried in his neck, her breathing even and deep.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow, and the corners of her mouth were turned up, as if she were having a dream that pleased her.

Her arm was draped across his chest, her palm resting on his left side.

Shift your gaze downwards.

Then he saw the faint outline beneath the sheet, and a small, barely noticeable, dried, dark stain on the sheet.

As his memories and the battle unfolded, Yang Qi murmured: Last night… me and, Zilu, she…

Yang Qi looked away and stared at the ceiling, his mind buzzing.

He never doubted that this would happen again.

But last night was too sudden. He suddenly lost control, suddenly kissed her, and suddenly crossed the line in a state that he didn't even fully understand himself.

That negative and malicious emotion still lingered deep in his consciousness, and he knew that it was it that had affected him.

Yang Qi exhaled and pulled his arm out from under the covers to rub his temples.

But as soon as he moved his shoulder, the person in his arms woke up.

Chen Zilu opened her eyes, looked at the two people who were being completely honest with each other, and a smile appeared on her face.

She looked up at Yang Qi's face, then her gaze shifted downwards before quickly returning, a smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, Yang Qi!" Chen Zilu leaned forward a little and pressed her lips to his, saying shyly yet proudly, "Yang Qi, my first time didn't disappoint me."

Yang Qi opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, she leaned in and kissed him again, burying her face in his shoulder and smiling.

It wasn't a dream, I ate Yang Qi...

Thinking about it, she snuggled closer to him and stayed close without moving.

Yang Qi felt half his body go numb from her rubbing against him. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, then lowered his head and rubbed his head against her hair, saying with some guilt:

"Zilu, last night... I couldn't control myself, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Chen Zilu lifted her head from his shoulder, rested her chin on his collarbone, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Hehe, since you made a mistake, you have to be punished."

He reached out and poked him in the chest:

"Let me think... Hmm... You have to be on screen with me during today's live stream."

"live streaming?"

Yang Qi paused for a moment, then remembered something and asked in a panic, "Hiss... Zilu, what time is it now?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zilu immediately sat up, reached for her phone on the bedside table, and turned on the screen: 8:31.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the next second Yang Qi leaned over to take a look, then his expression changed in the same instant.

"It's 8:30, Yang Qi!"

"I know, I know, get up, get up..."

The two of them got out of bed at the same time and hurriedly dressed in clean clothes.

After a quick wash, they rushed to the door one after the other.

As soon as they looked outside the iron gate, the throng of heads turned around at the same time.

Dozens of eyes shone on his face like searchlights.

The people at the front of the line immediately started shouting, seven or eight mouths speaking at the same time, creating a cacophony of complaints.

"What's wrong with the boss today? He didn't open until 8:30!"

"We arrived at six o'clock and stood outside for more than two hours!"

"Are you still open today?"

"Open, open, open," Yang Qi said, taking the registration form and sitting down at the table.

Her ears turned slightly red, and she gave an awkward laugh: "Sorry everyone, I'm a little late today. I apologize, something came up. The number of spots remains the same; please queue in order."

"Hmm... the fishing fee will be reduced by 50 today, consider it an apology."

These words quieted the crowd down, and they began to push forward.

Chen Zilu stood half a step behind him, her phone already raised.

The live stream software on the screen was buffering. She quietly mouthed something to Yang Qi, as if to say, "The punishment isn't over yet."

Yang Qi sensed it, but instead of turning around, his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Hey, my once-renowned boss is now forced to do a live stream with his wife...