Feng Guang's heart raced, and her mind went blank. She asked blankly, "Will... will I get very nervous again?"

"Yes, I also get very nervous." Ji Mian asked in a strange tone, "Feng Guang, why is your face suddenly so red and hot... Do you have a fever?"

"I..." She closed her mouth again, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

Ji Mian asked again, "What happened to the scenery?"

"Brother...don't think I'm a pervert if I tell you..."

He said tolerantly, "No matter what Feng Guang says, I don't think Feng Guang is perverted."

“I think… I think my feelings for my brother are more like romantic love, but…” she clutched at the hem of her skirt, “but we’re siblings, so… so I feel like I’m a very strange person…”

Ji Mian tried hard to suppress the urge to carry her back to the room at this moment. Heaven knows that all the nonsense he had just said was just to lure her into thinking about the answer he had set. Now, hearing the word "love" from her mouth, her embarrassed look was even more adorable than he had imagined.

“Don’t be surprised, this is not Feng Guang’s fault.” Ji Mian pulled her into her arms, unconsciously tightening her grip. “Feng Guang and I are not related by blood, so even if Feng Guang has feelings for me, no one has the right to criticize you.”

Even if we take a step back and assume they are actually related by blood, so what? He will get what he wants, and he will do whatever it takes to get it.

Feng Guang was still a little dazed. Over the years, it was not strange that they would hold hands, but this was the first time she had been held in his arms like this, especially since he was using a force that seemed to meld her into his very bones.

"Then, brother... what kind of fondness do you have for scenery?"

She heard his gentle voice above her head, "If my future life is not glorious, then I will turn this world into a living hell, and no one should be able to be happy."

"Brother... um!"

He lifted her chin and silenced her slightly parted lips with a passionate kiss.

The sudden kiss caught Feng Guang off guard, like a storm. Her mind went blank, and she eventually gave up thinking, obediently closing her eyes as if it were all natural. She instinctively hugged him.

She quickly became overwhelmed by his intense onslaught, and Ji Mian realized this as well. So he slowed down, no longer just chasing after her scent and seeking satisfaction, but became very gentle, slowly guiding her and teaching her how to respond to his kisses.

Intimacy between men and women should not be a one-person show; only when both people participate can it bring the greatest joy. Ji Mian thought everything through and taught her, but in the end, the only one who will reap the rewards will be himself.

After a long while, their lips parted.

She clutched his clothes, breathing softly, her body already exhausted, limp in his arms. He held her tightly, finding her flushed face incredibly adorable, and couldn't resist showering her moist lips with kisses, sometimes gently biting them, sometimes licking them with the tip of his tongue.