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The sound of the second watch gong clearly reached the ears of the patriarch Jiang Song. Jiang Song stretched and leaned back in his rocking chair, tucking the blanket around his waist.

Even knowing that an "uninvited guest" had broken into the backyard, he ignored it, just like his eldest son had done not long ago.

Turn a blind eye.

Hongmei, who came to deliver the message, reminded him, "The young master may not be leaving tonight."

"Where did this son-in-law come from?"

Hong Mei sighed, thinking, "This master of mine, he tacitly allows people to scale walls and sneak into the mansion, yet he still stubbornly refuses to acknowledge their identities."

Isn't this just creating trouble for yourself?

Hong Mei, too lazy to meddle in other people's business, picked up her sword and left.

Jiang Song yawned, feeling sleepy, but he still had to deal with matters concerning the Ministry of Justice. He got up and walked to his desk, picked up a piece of exquisite pastry that had been sent by Grand Tutor Cui, and savored it slowly.

Made in the kitchen of the Grand Tutor's mansion.

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Inside the back room, Jiang Yinyue, her knees pinned down, stubbornly refused to yield, more out of shame than a desire to indulge herself. She looked at the straightforward Wei Qin, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity, and a bold conjecture popped into her head.

You wouldn't...

Jiang Yinyue leaned forward, cupped Wei Qin's face in her hands, and examined him closely.

"You haven't been possessed, have you?"

Wei Qin loosened his grip on her knees slightly, letting her cup her face and examine it from all angles.

When her face was lifted, her jade-like neck was bathed in a shimmering light, making it appear even longer.

"What's different?"

He asked, playing along with her naiveté.

Jiang Yinyue said earnestly, "Wei Qin is a virtuous gentleman, a gentleman who is especially respectful of etiquette."

"......"

Before midnight, there was already the tranquility of the third watch. The man in the lamplight was alluring and handsome, comparable to the fox spirit in a storybook. He lowered his narrow eyes, but his eyebrows were raised high. "Should I tell you about Shang Xijianyou?"

"Yes, I will."

Miss Jiang nodded, quite seriously, her face devoid of any extra emotion, but the tightness at the corners of her mouth betrayed her earnestness.

The little fox wanted to get an advantage over the big fox demon, but couldn't make it too obvious.

Wei Qin released her knees and suddenly lifted her upright.

A pair of legs naturally wrapped around his waist.

Seeing the little fox slip and fall, Wei Qin slapped her hem hard, and heard a sweet whimper as he wished.

Jiang Yinyue said indignantly, "Wei Qin would never bully me."

"Do you understand him, or do I understand him?"

"I!"

Wei Qin pressed down on Jiang Yinyue's back to prevent her from falling due to lack of strength. "Unfortunately, it's Wei Yihe tonight."

"Wei Qin, Wei Qin."

here we go again.

Wei Qin patted him back again, not too hard, not too soft.

The little fox hanging on the pine tree got angry, shook its legs, and bit the pine branch.

I made a tough decision.

Feeling pain in his arm, Wei Qin raised his other hand and grabbed the little fox by the back of her neck, using a clever trick to force her to lean back.

The sharp-tongued little fox was unconvinced. It pouted its pink lips and turned its head away to look elsewhere.

The little fox needed to be coaxed. Wei Qin stroked her long hair and smoothed her fur, but unexpectedly, he was bitten on the tip of her ear again.

A fleeting touch, yet it leaves a deep tooth mark.

Wei Qin didn't mind. He carried the proud little fox into the bath to wash his hands, hung the little fox on his left arm and washed his right hand, then hung the little fox on his right arm and washed his left hand, switching back and forth without any effort.

Jiang Yinyue tried to break free, but she was no match for his strength and failed.

After leaving the bath, Wei Qin strode to the bedside, threw her onto the soft bedding, lifted her stubborn little face with his thumb and forefinger, and pried open her teeth to examine her sharpest teeth.

Settling scores later.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Yinyue, whose teeth had been pried open, fidgeted and became restless. Wei Qin then leaned over, pressed down on her shoulders, and knocked her onto the bed.

The man continued to examine her mouth, even touching each of her teeth with his fingers.

Jiang Yinyue has no canine teeth; her teeth are neat and round, but she doesn't hesitate to bite.

Wei Qin's finger, which he had reached in, was bitten again by her.

"release."

Jiang Yinyue resisted, but after her smooth tongue scraped across the rough calluses, she didn't get any advantage and was even uncomfortable from the scratches. So she reluctantly opened her teeth, rolled into the quilt, and wrapped herself up.

They've gone into hibernation.

Wei Qin was softened by her charming appearance, but he didn't intend to leave empty-handed tonight.

He shook off the blanket, waking the little fox who didn't need to hibernate, and Wei Qin precisely sealed her lips with his, without any further tugging, heading straight for his goal.

Jiang Yinyue, whose breath was being robbed, was at a disadvantage. She tilted her head back to endure the onslaught of kisses, her legs moving helplessly. She realized that the more she struggled, the hotter and more excited the soul beneath Wei Qin's cold and lustful exterior became.

"Um, Wei Qin, wait a minute."

She pushed Wei Qin's face away, breathing rapidly, "That's not how you kiss."

"Um?"

"You lack experience."

With a soft, warm body pressing down on him, even a man as virtuous as Liu Xiahui might not have enough self-control. Yet, Wei Qin still sat up and leaned against the bedpost to see what tricks she would pull.

Jiang Yinyue leaned closer to the man who was leaning back slightly, and based on her recent research, she took the initiative to peck his lips.

"First, be gentle."

Wei Qin remained seated, letting her teach him by example.

Jiang Yinyue grabbed his collar, leaned between his open knees, and deepened her kiss.

"Yes, the second point is to consider the other person's feelings."

Wei Qin's lips were icy cold, like holding a mint. Jiang Yinyue enjoyed it quite a bit, gently rubbing and sucking, imparting what she considered to be mature experience.

As they kissed, she suddenly asked, "Do you like it?"

"like."

Jiang Yinyue was secretly delighted. She could easily win him over with her flirting. How could she be so amazing? The young lady Jiang became more and more confident. She untied Wei Qin's leather belt and gestured for him to take off his official robe.

Wei Qin did as she was told, staring intently at her.

Jiang Yinyue dared not meet the gaze that seemed to devour her. Through her undergarment, she stroked Wei Qin's chest, tracing the contours of his broad muscles, and moved towards his lower abdomen. She then rolled up the hem of his undergarment and leaned down to kiss his abdominal muscles.

Each piece is firm and compact.

A violent heaving sensation came from below his lips.

As Wei Qin's breathing became disordered, Jiang Yinyue felt a chill run down her spine and dared not continue. Something was gradually awakening within her.

"Well, that's enough for tonight." Jiang Yinyue prepared to wrap things up, lacking the enthusiasm to press on and having insufficient experience to pass on any more lessons. She turned her back, slowly moving away, feigning composure. "That's all for today. Next time... ah!"

The moment her waist was embraced, her back leaned against a broad chest, and with a tremor in her beautiful eyes, she sat down on Wei Qin's strong legs.

A cool sensation came from the back of my neck and moved to my ears.

"Miss's experience is not enough for a scholar to read."

"Then why do you say you like it?"

"Of course I like it, but it's just a little lacking." Wei Qin kissed her cheek, his lips changing from cool to warm, leaving rows of teeth marks on her pair of pearly white earlobes.

The small earlobes became red and swollen.

Jiang Yinyue felt itchy and said with a wronged expression, "I just taught you, but you didn't grasp the key points at all."

Wei Qin chuckled, stopped teasing her earlobe, turned her over, and pressed her down.

Jiang Yinyue immediately sensed something was wrong.

Wei Qin rolled up the hem of her undergarment, mimicking her earlier action, and kissed the side of her navel, slowly moving it around.

Unlike his own lower abdomen, the woman's belly was soft and bouncy, exuding the lingering fragrance of flowers after her bath.

"You already washed up?"

"Um......"

The weak and feeble answer lacked confidence.

Wei Qin's smile deepened as he took a piece of belly and gently bit it between his teeth.

Jiang Yinyue fidgeted, "I taught you, you don't need to demonstrate again."

Wei Qin joked, "My skills are not yet proficient; I still need to practice them a few more times."

Unable to bear the weight of her already breached belly, Jiang Yinyue suddenly hugged Wei Qin, forcing him to fall onto her. "Then I'll teach you another trick."

"I'm all ears."

Know when to quit while you're ahead.

Wei Qin was amused. There were very few people in this world who could make him smile, and she was almost his only source of joy.

The two embraced without any intimate whispers or whispers, simply embracing each other and enjoying each other's company, until Jiang Yinyue, feeling breathless from the weight, broke the tranquility.

Wei Qin, who had been pushed away, picked her up, took the leather belt from beside the pillow, bound her wrists, and tied them to the opposite bedpost, which frightened Jiang Yinyue so much that she shrank back.

"Wei Qin, what are you going to do?"

"Tonight, Wei Yihe will have the young lady, and he means it."

"......"

Jiang Yinyue was a little scared. She twisted her wrists, which were tied to the bedpost, worried that Wei Qin might do something reckless.

The taciturn man became cunning and wicked; no, his wickedness was always hidden and unseen.

Amidst the soft rustling sounds, Jiang Yinyue's long dress fell away in layers.

"Wei Qin!"

"What should I call you?" Wei Qin was not satisfied and told her to think about it more carefully.

"Wei Yihe, Your Highness, Your Highness the First Prince, is that enough?"

The proud young lady admitted defeat very quickly, forcing a smile, "Wei Yihe, you look like a gentleman."

Wei Qin pinched Jiang Yinyue's cheek, and when she narrowed one eye, he loosened his grip a little. "Even a gentleman has desires."

She was the source of his desire.

How to control oneself?

Wei Qin couldn't restrain himself and kissed her neck, all the way to her erect penis, immersing himself in her warm fragrance.

The deeper the love, the stronger the desire.

Insatiable.

Jiang Yinyue was very uncomfortable being bound, so she tried to negotiate, "Can you let go of my hands?"

Wei Qin asked in a hoarse voice, "And then?"

The woman, her body exuding fragrance, was kissed until her eyes were brimming with desire, and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "I'll do whatever you say, I won't go back on my word... um... I won't go back on my word..."

Wei Qin raised his hand, easily untied the leather belt, and rubbed her reddened wrist.

The leather belt fell to Jiang Yinyue's waist, covering her navel.

With her hands finally free, Jiang Yinyue stopped her antics. She had been overwhelmed by Wei Qin's kiss and had been defeated in the darkness. She felt she should try to overcome her shyness and accept this confusion and infatuation.

Whether the man in front of her was Wei Qin or Wei Yihe, he was the one she loved.

Jiang Yinyue grabbed the leather belt, hooked it around Wei Qin's neck, and pulled him closer. She mustered all her courage and leaned in, tilting her wet face up to kiss Wei Qin.

She closed her eyes, trying to immerse herself in the sensation, a tingling sensation spreading from her lips throughout her body.

Wei Qin, caught off guard by the counterattack, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He pushed Jiang Yinyue down, grabbed her calf, and put it on his shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, the man with piercing eyes became lost in a daze.

A bead of sweat clung to a stray strand of hair on her forehead.

A pair of slender, delicate hands dug into his slightly sweaty skin, scratching his back and leaving marks.

The curtains fell, obscuring the still-burning candlelight on the table and also the view inside.

The flowing silk rippled like waves.

A crimson skirt, silk stockings, and embroidered shoes lay scattered on the ground.

A delicate, jade-like foot emerged from the curtain, toes pointed, only to be grasped by a large hand and pulled back into the curtain.

Jiang Yinyue's sobs were broken and barely audible.

The sound lingered for a long time.