Xu Tingchuan picked her up and sat her sideways in his lap. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, gently kissing her soft lips.

His tongue parted her pearly teeth, probed into her mouth, and slowly hooked her tongue.

Ni Sitian wrapped her arms around his neck and responded somewhat awkwardly. He had guided her through all intimate matters between men and women, and she wasn't very skilled at kissing yet, but she knew how to make him feel comfortable.

He loved to lick her palate with the tip of his tongue at the end of a kiss, and this time she did the same to him.

Xu Tingchuan's lips, which were about to release her, pressed down on hers again. He held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

In a passionate kiss, some things just happen naturally.

His hand slipped inside her clothes, gently caressing her smooth, white skin.

Ni Sitian sensed his unusual behavior, her body trembled slightly, and she opened her almond-shaped eyes to look at him.

Before losing control, Xu Tingchuan regained his senses, stopped what he was doing, released her lips, and pulled her down onto his lap.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the desire she had aroused in him.

She had surgery less than two weeks ago, so it's not suitable for her to do such strenuous exercise right now.

Seeing that he was suppressing himself, Ni Sitian couldn't help but reach out and try to hold his hand.

Xu Tingchuan immediately pulled his hand away, not letting her touch him, afraid that if she did, his good self-control would completely disappear.

"If you want to learn to paint, do you want to learn sketching, oil painting, or traditional Chinese painting?" Xu Tingchuan changed the subject, trying to distract himself.

Ni Sitian knew his intention, so she didn't dare to touch him anymore. She followed his topic and said, "I want to start from the basics and take it one step at a time. I loved drawing when I was a child. My teacher even praised me for my talent. Unfortunately, I didn't have any art classes after finishing the first year of high school."

“If you’re interested, you can continue studying in your second year of high school, right? And you can even apply to art school.” Xu Tingchuan slowly calmed down, propped his cheek on one hand, and lay down next to her.

Ni Sitian felt heartbroken when she mentioned this. She bit her lip and said, "Back then, my dad was just a minor section chief. He was supporting Ni Ziqi's piano lessons and said that if he didn't have money, I could learn to paint. You don't know how envious I was when I saw my dad buy her a piano. I didn't even have enough pocket money to buy paints. He Cuiyun even calculated that she would only give me three yuan a day for breakfast. After I topped up my bus card, I didn't have a single extra penny."

At this point, she couldn't help but feel sad. Fortunately, she was later able to earn some money by writing.

After starting university, I took care of my own tuition and living expenses and never asked her for money again, no longer needing to see her mocking face.

Later, she suspected that her father's rapid promotion was due to a deal he made with the Qin family three summers ago, which led to Ni Ziqi having an abortion to cover up the scandal. As a result, her father rose through the ranks, becoming the general manager of an overseas branch in just three years.

Haha, it seems that Ni Ziqi has indeed brought him benefits. No wonder he favors Ni Ziqi in every way.

Seeing that Ni Sitian's eyes were red, Xu Tingchuan reached out and stroked her hair, then lowered his head and gave her a comforting kiss on the forehead.

“It’s all in the past.” He looked at her and made a serious promise: “No one will be able to bully you anymore.”

Ni Sitian moved closer, leaned against his chest, and nodded.