Feeling utterly exhausted, Bi Xie sighed, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Little System, you've been lingering in my mind all this time... So, when I was having sex with the villain..."

The hosting system said, "I don't watch anything inappropriate for children. I'm very pure. If you guys do anything inappropriate, I'll automatically shut down."

Bi Xie: "...Well done."

The hosting system then emitted another clucking sound, like a hen laughing.

Bi Xie's lips twitched. She could think of what happened last night as soon as she closed her eyes. She could feel Wei Zhaoye's excitement. Could this be what it means for an old virgin to taste love for the first time and then crave more?

Suddenly hearing footsteps, Bi Xie hurriedly wrapped himself up in the blanket like a silkworm, leaving only his head sticking out.

A large hand reached out and ruffled her hair. A white, fitted dress was placed on the bed.

Wei Zhaoye leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb, and said softly, "Xiao Xie, Aunt Song made breakfast. You rest well at home. I'll go to your school to get your report card."

Bi Xie gave a soft snort, her eyes reddening: "This is all your doing! We agreed, we agreed to get married after graduation, but we have no official status, and this is how you treat me..."

"Xiao Xie, it's my fault. I like Xiao Xie too much," Wei Zhaoye hugged Bi Xie and the blanket into his arms, kissed Bi Xie's eyes, and said affectionately, "As long as Xiao Xie is willing, I will immediately have people prepare for the wedding. Once Xiao Xie reaches the legal age, we will get our marriage certificate."

Bi Xie's tears were frightened back.

She was not yet 19 years old and did not want to enter the grave of marriage so early. Once married, she would have to have children, and Bi Xie, who was afraid of pain, shrank back.

Wei Zhaoye's eyes immediately turned deep: "Did Xiao Xie dislike what I did to her last night? Or does Xiao Xie simply not like me at all? Hmm?"

Bi Xie's heart skipped a beat.

She shook her head and said truthfully, "How could I not like Ye? Ye is prettier than me and has a better figure. I'm just wondering whether our future children will look more like you or me."

Bi Xie observed Wei Zhaoye's expression for a while, unable to fathom the depth of his feelings, and could only continue, "Actually, I felt quite comfortable afterwards yesterday..."

One sentence caused Wei Zhaoye's body to instantly become flushed.

Two flames ignited in the man's deep eyes. After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Xie, get well before you say those words to me."

Bi Xie: "...Holy crap, this beast is in heat first thing in the morning."

After Wei Zhaoye left, Song Ma knocked on the bedroom door with a bowl of corn and pork rib soup. "Xiao Xie, the young master asked me to make you some nourishing soup. I've served you a bowl. Is it alright if you come in?"

Bi Xie hurriedly started putting on his clothes, hissing in pain as he said, "Song Ma, just put the soup on the table. I'll be right out. I'll wash up and eat later."

Song Ma smiled and agreed, while Bi Xie's face inside the room turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

When she came out of the restroom, the soup on the table had gone cold. Song Ma, ever so considerate, ladled her a bowl of hot soup. "Eat more! You must have been tired last night. Young Master has never liked being close to girls, and he can't quite control himself when he likes something. Don't blame him; he's had a hard life. He lost his mother at a very young age, and his father..."

Bi Xie remained silent. She probably knew more about Wei Zhaoye's background than Song Ma did.