He was drying his hair with a towel.

Looking up, he saw Lu Nian sitting on the bed, smiling coyly, her slender white fingers picking at something. “What’s this?” she asked.

Once he recognized what those things were, his mind exploded, freezing him in place.

The towel fell silently to the floor.

Water droplets still clung to his black hair, his embarrassment reaching its peak.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, throat dry, unable to explain anything.

But Lu Nian’s face showed no hint of anger.

She hopped off the bed, pulling him along until he toppled onto it.

Lu Nian rolled over, and the water droplets from his hair quickly dampened the beige bedsheets, seeping through slowly, a faint mist lingering in the air, as if not entirely dispersing.

Breaths were warm, so close, almost nose to nose, sharing each other’s air.

Her cheeks were snow-white, her big eyes clear and transparent.

Her voice was soft, “Let me see, okay?”

“How were you back then?”

He blushed furiously, cornered with no way out.

She knew, in this situation, this man would silently agree to all her demands.

His slender, clean fingers slowly reached out.

Due to shame and unspeakable desire, his eyes were already red at the corners.

His originally fair skin, tinged with a thin redness, was exceptionally beautiful, a breath-taking beauty, stirring pity and making it hard for anyone to resist defiling or touching.

The man’s cold and restrained brows and eyes, that arrogant and cold teenager, now seemed to have fallen, to have sunk.

He clenched his teeth, not letting out any sound, hoping to quickly end this absurd and enchanting scene like a dream.

Every subtle expression, gesture, trembling eyelash, and suppressed breath.

She saw it all.

She rescued him from this hell.

His eyes were reddening, unbearable.

The last string in his mind snapped.

Outside the window, the stars were sparkling,

It was a gentle moonlit night, the hazy bitter dreams of his youth had all melted away,

Her voice was near, softly enchanting, each word making it hard for him to control himself,

Memories and reality overlapping, years of fantasies and delusions coming true.

The impact of this scene was too great for him, shame, stimulation, satisfaction, completely beyond his control.

He completely, utterly surrendered to her.

Lu Nian lazily stretched out a snow-white slender hand, not wanting to move at all.

The man’s long fingers gently held her fingertips, tucking them back inside.

Lu Nian extended her small white foot, kicking him lightly underneath, her voice carrying a hint of laziness, “Qin Si, do you have a lot of experience? Where did you learn all this?”

“How many people have you been with?” She wanted to stir up trouble with him.

But then she realized she had no strength left from head to toe, as if she had been crushed by something, her throat terribly parched.

The man’s long lashes drooped as he got off the bed and poured warm water for her from the water dispenser.

He really did have a good figure.

From behind, his lines were smooth, his waist slim, his legs long.

He looked slim from the waist, but she knew it was just an illusion.

Her arms and legs were truly devoid of any strength compared to his.

He indulged her caprice, turning back to hug her, gently feeding her the water, then kissing the top of her head.

She bit his collarbone, asking in a playful and coquettish tone, “How many people, hmm?”

He hadn’t answered her question yet.

“…None.” The man’s long lashes trembled.

His experience wasn’t very rich.

There was still a hint of roughness in his voice, but also a deep satisfaction and laziness in his eyes and brows.

“None of what?”

His thin lips pursed. “Only with you.”

“What happened with me?”

Qin Si hesitated.

Lu Nian lowered her eyes and laughed, “You’re still pretending, pretending to be innocent.”

He blushed slightly, just silently holding her, not saying anything, not even arguing.

Now he was so obedient, but before, why didn’t he listen to her at all?

Lu Nian had dressed neatly, had a bath, and felt very comfortable being taken care of by him.

Every finger was relaxed, the summer night temperature was just right.

She saw him grab clean clothes and was about to put them on.

“Don’t put them on yet.”

He paused.

Her eyes were clear and clean as she looked at him, her voice carrying a hint of sweetness and coquettishness from being pampered. “I like looking at you.”

There were many traces left by her on his body, like flaws on a beautiful jade.

His beautiful skin was exposed under the faint moonlight.

Those marks should have seemed out of place on him, like snow on a high mountain, difficult to melt.

But now, remembering their origin, they only exuded an irresistible seductive charm.

It made her feel particularly accomplished, like her mark, representing that this man already belonged to her.

It was a pity to cover them up with clothes.

He blushed again and stopped moving.

He stood still as Lu Nian flipped into his arms, tenderly caressing the beauty mark on his collarbone.

His ears turned red again.

Enduring it all, he finally couldn’t help but gently embrace her and kiss her cheek.

Lu Nian didn’t resist as he held her.

In her whole life, she had never felt so satisfied.

Since her teenage years.

He had never been so satisfied, just wanting time to stop and forever remain in this moment.

Lu Nian also got to see how clingy this man could be.

After they truly became intimate, they no longer concealed their feelings.

It was a subtle kind of clinginess.

He seemed very dignified and reserved. When you looked at him, he would avert his gaze, but when you didn’t look at him, you felt that he was always watching you, seemingly never getting tired of it.

He, who was usually not proactive, now seemed to want her to stay within his sight at all times, willing to take care of whatever she wanted to do.

Even their intimacy was understated, quiet, but you could still tell that he desired her closeness, every glance and gesture showing it.

As long as she was a bit more proactive, he became especially enthusiastic.

He loved her to the extreme, though he didn’t say it out loud.

The burning gaze that had always been on her, the scorching eyes, the subtle gestures, every detail showed it.

Lu Nian sat on his lap, her voice lazy as she suddenly asked, “Back then, who was it that insisted on getting married first?”

He hesitated.

Men really were creatures of contradiction.

“You’re lying,” Lu Nian said, “Would you still lie to me after we’re married?”

“Then I won’t find you anymore,” Lu Nian said.

He pulled her back, his voice low, “Who else would you want to find?”

“Are you angry?” Lu Nian asked.

Just now, he had a look of hidden satisfaction, but now he was angry?

Did he change his mood so quickly?

He exerted a little pressure with his fingers.

At this point, he couldn’t tolerate it anymore, not even the thought of her wanting to leave him.

Lu Nian made a demand, “Then next time, I’ll decide. You must stop when I tell you to.”

“You’re really good at pretending,” Lu Nian remembered the indifferent and proud looks of the teenager and the man in her memories, murmuring softly, “Pervert.”

He heard that, feeling embarrassed, his ears turning red.

“Still pretending,” Lu Nian reprimanded seriously, “Now you’re not a virgin anymore, why blush?”

Now he really couldn’t control himself.

He tightly pressed his lips, the corners of his eyes slightly red.

He allowed her to randomly kiss his collarbone and Adam’s apple, holding her tightly in his arms, as if embracing the whole world.

“I love you so much,” he murmured softly.

The girl had already fallen deeply asleep by then.

He gently kissed her cheek, lips, and earlobe, every movement devout, filled with an indescribable obsession and admiration.

As long as she didn’t leave him.

He wanted to keep this moment forever.

He was willing to do anything.