Shen Zhao felt a rush of breath to his throat: "Cough cough cough cough..." He smelled an even stronger fragrance so close to his mouth, and a low, hoarse voice floated in his ear. His heart pounded wildly, as if he were having an epileptic seizure. His tongue pressed against his back teeth, his face was flushed, his breathing was disordered, and he said, word by word, "Yu Qiao, you're a girl, can't you be a little more reserved!"

reserved?

Yu Qiao blinked as if she understood, slowly turning her dark pupils. She moved her head closer to Chen Zhao and leaned in with her body, answering a question that seemed irrelevant: "Young Master, are you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy! You! Yu Qiao! Don't come any closer!" Shen Zhao was startled, like a frightened deer, and hurriedly retreated, tilting his head back as far as possible to avoid her scorching breath.

"No." Yu Qiao pressed down on his waist, leaned forward abruptly, and nestled into his arms, feeling his strong body and narrow yet powerful waist. Her pale lips curved up little by little, and she closed her eyes contentedly: "That means I'm sleepy. Go to sleep."

"..." Shen Zhao felt a lump in his throat and his rough fingertips tried to push her away, but he froze when his palm touched her frighteningly thin shoulders and neck.

Looking down, I could see her slightly furrowed brows, thick eyelashes, and flushed cheeks from the fever in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Shen Zhao looked at it for a long time and struggled with the decision for a long time.

Bang, bang, bang

Her heart was pounding faster and faster. Shamelessly, she snuggled up to him even in her sleep.

Shen Zhao was afraid of aggravating her back wound, so he didn't dare to move. Her furrowed brows were really an eyesore. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and gently stroked her brows.

Suddenly, she trembled and abruptly opened her eyes.

Those dark, empty eyes held a cold, wary, and vigilant quality, along with the ferocity of a beast.

Yu Qiao recognized Shen Zhao as the person in front of her, blinked slowly, lowered her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Young Master."

Aren't you sleepy?

"Yu Qiao, where are you from?" Shen Zhao couldn't sleep, his throat was very thirsty, he couldn't breathe, and his eyes looked around, but he didn't dare to lower his head.

Yu Qiao's burning cheeks pressed against his chest, her body stiffening for a moment, before she said almost inaudibly, "I don't know."

"and you……"

"Young Master, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time." Yu Qiao raised her hand to cover his lips, her hoarse voice revealing impatience, and looked up at him with a deep gaze.

"If you don't want me to kiss you, you'd better be quiet now."

The TV said we should take it one step at a time.

She has now managed to get the young master into bed.

So, is the next step kissing?

Finally...

Yu Qiao's cheeks turned red, and she looked down.

Shen Zhao's heart was pounding, his eyelids were twitching, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as he looked down and stared at Yu Qiao's lips.

For twenty years, the young master had never been in contact with a girl, and a bold thought arose in his mind: What would it feel like?

The little beggar smelled nice, but what about her?

Does it smell sweet when you kiss it?

Shen Zhao blinked frantically, his peach blossom eyes looking watery, the upturned corners of his eyes tinged with scarlet, and his voice became hoarse: "Don't do anything reckless."

"Oh." Rejected, Yu Qiao silently shut her mouth. Her already drowsy and sticky brain felt even more sleepy now, as she held the comfortable and fragrant young master.

She yawned lazily and said, "Young Master, I really want to go to sleep."

"good evening."

good evening?

Shen Zhao gasped for breath, every touch sending shivers down his spine as if he were being electrocuted.

A long, drawn-out breathing sound came from behind.

His long, pale fingers trembled as he pressed down on Yu Qiao's waist.

Really, it's so fine.

I reckon it would break with just a slight bend, right?

What kind of family could raise such a sensitive, extremely guarded, and taciturn girl?

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes quietly.

She held him tightly.

You can't even push it away.

Shen Zhao could only resign herself to her fate, stretching her long, fair fingers out from the warm blankets and turning off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness.

But he couldn't sleep.

………………

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the evening, the Shen family gathered together, putting aside their schedules to celebrate the festival. In the restaurant, the head of the Shen family, Shen Yujin, sat at the head of the brown suede chairs, with his wife, Qin Jin'er, beside him.

The eldest son, Shen Hanting, is the heir to the Shen family. He is refined and aloof, with long, dark phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a superior jawline. He wears a straight, expensive black suit with a white shirt underneath and a neat tie.

The second son, Shen Hanyang, is the second young master of the Shen Group and the boss of Jiachuang Entertainment. Leveraging the connections and reputation of the Shen Group, he built an entertainment empire in just three years. Eighty percent of the popular artists in the entertainment industry come from Jiachuang Entertainment.

He had the same peach blossom eyes as Shen Zhao, but they held an air of arrogance and disdain; a charming and romantic figure who left his mark on everyone.

The youngest was Shen Zhao, who was frail and sickly, with congenital deficiencies. She had a delicate, sickly beauty with a face that looked like a willow branch swaying in the wind. She sat beside Qin Jin'er.

"Zhao Bao, why are your dark circles so heavy?" Qin Jin'er looked at the sleepy Shen Zhao with concern.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu and his two sons all leaned over.

Chen Yujin: "Zhaobao, is the bed uncomfortable?"

Shen Hanting: "Xiao Zhao, is something on your mind lately? Tell your older brother."

Shen Hanyang: "If you ask me, my younger brother is at the age where he should be dating. Why don't I bring a few of the pretty female artists from the company home and let him have his eye on them?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Shen Zhao was startled by these words. He hunched over slightly, covered his mouth and nose, and coughed violently. His face turned bright red instantly.

"Second brother, stop corrupting your younger brother!" Qin Jin'er glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

"How can you say he's leading me astray? Mom, in my opinion, my brother is just at the age where he's dating and his endocrine system is out of balance, which is why he's having insomnia." Shen Hanyang rolled up his shirt sleeves at his elbows, revealing a section of his fair wrist, which was adorned with an exquisite and expensive watch.

He held a wine glass in his hand, gently swirling it. His peach-blossom eyes were full of laughter, and he stared at Shen Zhao with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His posture was unrestrained and casual, and he whistled off-key: "Little brother, don't you think so?"

Shen Hanting slightly lifted his eyelids, took a sip of red wine, and smiled: "Hanyang has a point. Xiao Zhao is not young anymore, it's time for him to get to know women."

Qin Jin'er asked with a hint of doubt, "Zhao Bao, could it be... that you really want a woman?"

"..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Shen Zhao sat up in shock, his back straight, coughing in waves. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked sickly, and his eyes were filled with tears. He clenched his fingers and kept glancing at Yu Qiao out of the corner of his eye.

Yu Qiao stood to the side, her expression cold and somewhat dazed, as if she didn't care at all.

He's so angry!

Didn't the little beggar like him? Why is he pretending to be dead now?!

Shen Zhao's temples throbbed, his head drooping, and he weakly and listlessly managed to utter a sentence.