Kuang Ye felt the soft, wandering hands on him ignite flames. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as if he were a fish pulled from a lake, left parched and burning, his body’s moisture evaporating bit by bit.

“Jiejie, take… mm, the blindfold off, okay?” he panted softly, pleading.

The response he got was a wet, delectable kiss at the corner of his lips.

His “jiejie” whispered, “No.”

With his eyes covered, Mu Wan indulged in the freedom to gaze at him unabashedly. Watching Kuang Ye’s restrained yet passionate and slightly impatient expression, she felt her blood boiling.

He had become like this because of her.

The thought filled her with an inexplicable delight. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as a brilliant idea popped into her head.

Suddenly, Kuang Ye felt the warmth on his body retreat. Then came the sound of Mu Wan’s footsteps on the wooden floor, her slippers lightly padding away.

“Jiejie?”

Mu Wan answered cryptically, “Wait for me, and be good.”

She slid her slippers into the walk-in closet and began rummaging around. After a bit of searching, she pulled out a pink bag—the gift Kuang Xingran had given to Kuang Ye.

Familiar with the layout of the room, Kuang Ye could tell just from the sound where Mu Wan had gone. He was puzzled about why she would head to the closet. After all, what they were about to do… well, it didn’t exactly require clothes.

Ahem. Anyway, he was thoroughly confused.

Moments later, the bed beside him dipped as Mu Wan returned. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she placed the pink bag near his hand.

“Hey, stinky Xiao Didi, do you know what this is?”

Kuang Ye instinctively reached out to touch it, his confusion growing until his fingers brushed against the smooth ribbon. His body stiffened instantly, his voice husky.

“Jiejie, you… you’re going to wear this?”

The sound of a packaging bag being opened filled the air beside his ears.

Even though she knew Kuang Ye couldn’t see her, Mu Wan still felt incredibly shy. “I wanted to try it out,” she said softly.

What followed was pure torment for Kuang Ye.

Because—Mu Wan changed into the outfit right there on the bed.

In the car earlier, it had been similarly teasing, but at least then, they were on the road, and he’d had to focus on driving, which helped him hold back a little.

But now, in the quiet of the bedroom, even the sound of her unzipping her dress and undoing the clasps was crystal clear.

Kuang Ye felt like he was parched beyond measure, his body burning with an unbearable heat, much like a fish yearning desperately for water.

For Mu Wan, this was her first time wearing something like this. If Kuang Ye hadn’t been blindfolded, she wouldn’t even have dared to put it on—let alone be seen. She would have closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Ten minutes later, she finally finished changing.

She reached for Kuang Ye’s buttons, undoing them one by one, her fingertips trailing over his skin.

Kuang Ye’s breathing turned ragged, his body taut as a tent formed beneath him. His flushed skin burned with heat.

“Jiejie, help me… please, help me!” he pleaded desperately.

Mu Wan, used to seeing him act like a wolf in bed, found the shift in power intoxicating. She had never realized how thrilling it was to take control.

In that moment, she felt like this gift wasn’t for Kuang Ye at all. It was for herself.

But—who cared?

She leaned down, her tongue just barely teasing his lips before he captured it in a kiss.

With just one kiss, Mu Wan found herself breathless, slumping onto Kuang Ye. Their bodies pressed together, and the lace fabric of her outfit was palpable against him. The mere thought of what Mu Wan must look like in that seductive outfit had Kuang Ye on the verge of losing control.

“Jiejie, the blindfold—take it off!”

Despite his restrained hands, Kuang Ye tilted his head up, searching her body with kisses—her neck, her shoulders—kissing wherever he could reach, unrelenting.

Mu Wan felt as though her whole body was aflame. But there was still one crucial part of her plan left undone.

She gently pushed Kuang Ye back onto the bed, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips to calm him. Then, a feather trailed from his abdomen downward.

“Wait,” he murmured.

And then…

What followed felt, to Kuang Ye, like the ultimate test of patience a man could endure. It was sheer, exquisite torture.

The moment the bindings on his wrists were released, he lunged like a starving wolf that hadn’t eaten in a century, pouncing on his prey.

Mu Wan’s hair spilled like a waterfall, her lace dress hugging her figure, her face flushed, her breath hitching. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and allure, pure yet utterly tempting.

“Jiejie,” Kuang Ye growled, his voice deep with need. “You’re not sleeping tonight.”