Before Mu Wan could finish her sentence, the man sealed her lips with a kiss. His kiss was forceful, prying her lips apart and delving in, uncharacteristically aggressive as he dominated her senses. The intensity left her tongue slightly numb.

Her bathrobe was swiftly undone. The hands that countless fans dreamt of holding slid across her skin, as smooth and warm as jade, igniting her desires with ease. Every gasp and moan was silenced between their lips.

Mu Wan’s body grew feverish, her ears burning red. Her vision, obscured by the blindfold, blurred with tears of arousal that dampened the fabric. Today, Kuang Ye was merciless.

She wanted to urge him to hurry, but her hands were bound, and she couldn’t speak. All she could do was passively endure.

After a while, Kuang Ye finally released her lips, swollen and numb. He placed a gentle kiss on the blindfold covering her eyes.

“Jiejie, I’m jealous,” he whispered.

He trailed kisses downward, his tone teasing and ambiguous. “Even though I know you didn’t like me back then, hearing how you always asked Tang Ce to dig up news about Kuang Shuyu made me feel stuffy inside.”

Mu Wan: “…” Tang Ce, you big mouth!

“Hmm… wait… Ah Ye, no!”

Realizing what Kuang Ye was about to do, Mu Wan panicked and tried to move away, but he quickly pulled her back.

…

Her hands gripped the pillow tightly, her neck arching into a graceful curve. Mu Wan panted, her forehead damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her skin.

But Kuang Ye didn’t stop. He continued his delicate kisses, leaning close to her ear.

“Jiejie, just for today, let me leave my mark, okay?”

Mu Wan could no longer speak; every sound that escaped her lips was a breathless moan.

Taking her silence as consent, Kuang Ye nibbled her earlobe, marking the beginning of his indulgent feast.

—

Mu Wan didn’t know how long she had been drifting in waves of desire. She only knew she fainted at some point, and when she woke, he was still there.

The blindfold and restraints had been removed, but Kuang Ye hadn’t let her go.

“Kuang Ye… you… ah… you’ll have to buy a new keyboard…”

Her words were broken and breathless. Kuang Ye paused his actions, then picked her up and kissed her.

“Okay, I’ll buy one!”

—

When the heated passion ended, Kuang Ye carried the utterly exhausted Mu Wan to the bathroom.

Seeing the crimson marks blooming on her fair skin, he felt a mix of guilt and satisfaction.

After washing her and tucking her back into bed, Kuang Ye kissed her on the cheek.

“Jiejie, I love you.”

Mu Wan was too tired to respond. Though this had been a two-person activity, even when she was so exhausted she wanted to sleep, she couldn’t completely lose consciousness.

Hearing the faint buzzing of his voice, she assumed Kuang Ye wanted to disturb her rest again. With a swift motion, she slapped him, her hand landing squarely on his cheek like swatting a mosquito.

Kuang Ye froze, stunned.

After a moment, he watched as Mu Wan retracted her hand into the blanket and pretended to sleep again. He chuckled softly, murmuring to himself, “Could it be that I’m really a masochist?”

He stood up, opened the window to air out the room, and noticed the scattered evidence of their wild night. Heading downstairs, he fetched a broom to clean up.

As soon as Kuang Ye left the room, Mu Wan opened her eyes.

Though she had been groggy earlier, the sharp sound of her slap had fully woken her. Feeling guilty, she instinctively pretended to be asleep.

Looking at the mess around her and the marks on her body, she bit her lip and curled further into the warm blankets.

She didn’t regret it. That brat deserved a slap!

When Kuang Ye returned and tidied up the room, Mu Wan was already fast asleep.

Thinking she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, Kuang Ye sought out the apartment manager, asking them to buy ingredients for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup. Perhaps he should also prepare a nourishing Ejiao tonic?

Not long after, the ingredients arrived. Kuang Ye, now a skilled cook after some practice, tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen.

Once both dishes were simmering, he remembered the phone he had left on the coffee table the night before.

Seeing multiple missed voice messages from Tang Ce, he sent him a text.

[Send me the video from your phone yesterday.]

Tang Ce’s reply came quickly, as if he had been staring at his phone, waiting for a response.

[Fourteen hours. A whole fourteen hours! I messaged you at 8 PM last night, and you reply at 10 AM? Were you stealing cows?]

Kuang Ye: No, being a cow.

[Stop rambling. Send the video now.]

[If you want the video, you have to explain to Mu Wan that I didn’t leak client information. You tricked me, not her.]

[Fine, fine, just send it.]

[Make sure you clear my name! Don’t forget that I’ve been managing your Suoyou Club for you. You’re the majestic Ye God, but I’m the one living the corporate grind.]

[Okay, okay!]

After receiving the video, Kuang Ye forwarded it to Kuang Xingran.

[Wan wan said you sent her this video?]

After a while, Kuang Xingran replied:

[Crying emojis] Brother, I’m sorry. I was young and foolish. I kneel and beg your forgiveness! [Dramatic prostrating gif]

Kuang Ye raised an eyebrow.

Well, he had only intended to ask how she found the video, but this turned out to be an unexpected bonus.