Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

My fingers traced the hem of the leather jacket, lightly brushing against the bottom of the curve, feeling the sensation there.

Amazing elasticity.

Mo Yuan's body trembled slightly, and each touch caused a subtle contraction.

She pursed her lower lip tightly, biting her lip with her pearly teeth, not wanting that seductive voice to escape her throat.

But a very soft groan still escaped from deep in his throat.

Her eyes seemed veiled in a thin mist, hazy and dreamy, making one feel a pang of pity upon seeing them.

Looking into her eyes, Yue Qingge felt increasingly strange.

She's clearly a passionate older sister whose very name, "Blazing Passion," evokes an adrenaline rush, so why is she acting like a little girl?

She was clearly already reacting—her skin was slightly flushed, her heart was racing, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

But she herself was like a frightened fawn, panicked and at a loss for what to do.

Yue Qingge's fingers couldn't help but climb upwards a little bit, just touching the lower edge of that arc.

But it was overshadowed by those fair and full mountains.

The leather jacket was very tight, constricting the soft area, and his fingers could only barely probe in a little.

But even from just this little bit, you can clearly feel the weight of that place.

At this moment, Mo Yuan finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She could feel him touching that sensitive spot inappropriately.

That tingling sensation spread from the front of my body to my whole body, making...

Her legs felt weak.

She gritted her teeth and gently slapped his hand away.

She turned around and looked at him very seriously.

Those misty eyes now held a stubborn determination:

"Your Highness, if you have anything to say, please tell me directly. Do not lay a hand on me."

Yue Qingge looked at her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, a mischievous glint in her eyes:

"Then I'll take you."

Mo Yuan remained unmoved, not even flinching, and continued:

"I was originally His Highness."

Yue Qingge raised an eyebrow, deciding to press for an answer:

"Then how do you explain that you belong to me? What rights do I have to use you?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "use," staring intently into her eyes, wanting to see her reaction.

Mo Yuan did not avoid his gaze, nor did she hesitate.

"everything."

Two words: clean and efficient.

She spoke quickly, with a resolute tone born of deep thought and a sense of relief after giving herself away.

Yue Qingge looked into her eyes and remained silent for a moment.

“Then please sit on my lap, Sister Mo Yuan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and patted his thigh twice, indicating the spot.

Mo Yuan's expression finally changed slightly.

She said "everything," and that is everything.

She forced herself to stand up, making a soft "tap" sound on the floor.

Then she turned to the side and carefully sat down.

The moment her buttocks touched his thigh, her body stiffened abruptly.

His intense heat clearly penetrated her skin.

Their bodies were very close, so close that she could smell his scent.

She instinctively wanted to shift her position and find a more comfortable one.

So her hips swayed slightly.

The leather pants rubbed against his trousers, making a soft rustling sound.

The swaying wasn't significant, but it was magnified countless times because the two people were so close together.

You can clearly feel the contours of his thigh muscles and the changes in his body temperature.

It can sense something that shouldn't be sensed.

But her body, trying to dodge, could not help but shake faster.

Moreover, the magnitude of the changes was increasing, driving her to do things that even she herself could not understand.

Both of them developed a reaction in this subtle friction.

answer.

Yue Qingge felt waves of soft pressure coming from her.

Beneath the leather pants, her fair skin was firm and elastic, and every movement seemed like a silent invitation.

He took a deep breath, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Sister Mo Yuan, you're so proactive!"

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Every word of the teasing remark reached Mo Yuan's ears.

In that instant when she froze, Yue Qingge's hand...

Up.

The edge of the leather jacket's collar was precisely located.

Then, using a clever technique, the leather jacket's restraints were separated to the sides, revealing the long-bound white skin underneath.

It's big and soft.

Following that soft curve, you can feel its heavy weight pressing down in your palm.

Mo Yuan's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

She reacted immediately and jumped off Yue Qingge.

She stood there, her snow rabbit heaving violently, the collar of her leather jacket not yet closed, revealing large expanses of fair, snow-white skin and a faintly visible cleavage.

Her lips trembled, and her voice broke into broken sentences:

"Your Highness...I...I..."

She kept saying "I" for a long time, but couldn't come up with a complete sentence.

Finally, she took a deep breath, obediently walked back, and sat on his lap again.

This time, she didn't sway anymore.

She was like a student who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished, with her hands neatly placed on her knees, her eyes fixed on her toes, not daring to look up at him.

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

Yue Qingge withdrew her hand, her tone flat, revealing no hint of joy.

But Mo Yuan detected a hint of estrangement in his calm tone.

That sense of alienation frightened her more than any scolding.

She looked up and saw that Yue Qingge's expression had returned to calm, and the smile on her lips was gone.

The mischievousness and playfulness in his eyes were gone, replaced by polite courtesy.

Mo Yuan's heart clenched suddenly.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed Yue Qingge's withdrawn hand, pressing it back onto her snow rabbit.

Her fingers gripped his wrist tightly, with an unusually strong force.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was my mistake just now. Please punish me."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were a little red.

He looked pitiful, not at all like a Title Douluo.

Yue Qingge's palm felt that soft warmth again, and she unconsciously squeezed it.

Feel the plump snow rabbit changing shape in your palm.

He looked down at Mo Yuan's reddened eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

"It's nothing, I was just being presumptuous and made Sister Mo feel awkward."

His tone was gentle and sincere, without blame, simply stating a fact.

Then he gently lifted Mo Yuan off his body and placed her on the seat next to him.

Mo Yuan sat there, her body slightly turned to the side, keeping a step's distance from Yue Qingge.

She lowered her eyes, and the gentleness in her once bright eyes was gone, replaced by a calm.

Yue Qingge looked at her profile; the delicate features were unrealistically beautiful in the candlelight, yet they exuded a heartbreaking loneliness.

He slowly opened his mouth: "I don't like being forced."

He paused, his gaze falling on Mo Yuan's face, to make sure she was listening:

"Wait until Sister Mo Yuan can truly accept me wholeheartedly. And simply accept me without any pressure from our relationship or your mother."

"Now, please leave."

Mo Yuan paused slightly.

Respect for her right to say "no".

Mo Yuan opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just nodded slightly and stood up.

Xiang Yueqing bowed deeply, then turned and stepped out of the sedan chair.

The night breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying the damp, cool scent of the forest.

She took a deep breath, put her black robe back on, and donned the hood, concealing her face and emotions in the darkness.

[Host, you're being too fussy. They've practically offered themselves up, and you're turning them down.]

"What do you know? I don't like forcing people to do things against their will. For example, if I really want to work on the system and she resists, it means she's unwilling, so forget it. There's plenty of time in the future, no need to rush."

[Um...]

They won't resist you.

"However, one thing is that I don't allow her to have contact with anyone other than me."

Night fell silently, and Yue Qingge and the others returned safely to the academy.

The women dispersed impatiently to bathe and change, while Yue Qingge's goal was clear.

Tonight, it's time to get to base.

He followed Liu Erlong at a leisurely pace, the tall figure ahead shrouded in a black robe.

Liu Erlong noticed the gaze behind her and unconsciously swayed her slender waist, exuding a mature charm.

The rounded curves of her hips, barely concealed, created a subtle rustling sound with each step, the fabric rubbing together with a distinct audibility in the quiet corridor.

Liu Erlong certainly knew what he was going to do, but that last layer of secrecy was something he was too ashamed to admit.

Moreover, the two identities of teacher and student, and mother and son, stand between them.

Each layer was a lock, yet he managed to pry them open one by one.

What's even more infuriating is that Yue Qingge also likes to say those kinds of dirty jokes, tearing down her defenses one by one, making her accept him inch by inch amidst her shame and anger.