As dusk settled, the courtyard walls were covered with loofah vines, their golden blossoms in full bloom.

"DouDou, are you alright?"

Yuan Doudou was standing next to An Rong and hadn't even reacted when Ye Xiaoqian pulled her over and looked her up and down.

"I'm fine, how about you?" She was worried about Ye Xiaoqian. She was the one who let Ye Xiaoqian stay, and if something happened to her, how could she explain it to her master?

Ye Xiaoqian raised her index finger and flicked her bangs, then blew a breath upward with her lower lip to lift her bangs.

"If he could make me lose a single hair, I'd call him my ancestor." He has a sleazy appearance, yet he dares to call himself "Big Brother," leading a few bean sprout henchmen, and he's already carried away with his arrogance.

Ye Xiaoqian had seen plenty of people like this, but he was the worst of them all.

"Xiao Qian, do you know what? You were really amazing just now. If you were a man, I would want to marry you," Yuan Doudou said, not without exaggeration.

Ye Xiaoqian: ……

It's a pity she's not a man, but if he were, he'd probably want to marry a wife like DouDou.

"Alright, if you say that again, your husband will get jealous." Ye Xiaoqian gestured to the icy-faced man beside her.

An Rong felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two people, so she turned around and went inside.

Yuan Doudou's eyes dimmed. He clearly didn't care about her, so why would he be jealous?

She didn't notice An Rong's suppressed jealousy when she rushed forward to shield Ye Xiaoqian from the shovel.

He couldn't admit that he was so pathetic as to be jealous of women.

That night, Yuan Doudou carried the sleeping Anji inside.

She wanted to test whether An Rong had any feelings for her.

In the darkness, An Rong felt something soft approach him. He froze, too afraid to move.

The little brat is completely unmoved.

Yuan Doudou curled up and deliberately moved closer to him.

There was still no response.

Is it because the wound hasn't healed yet, and therefore I can't do strenuous exercise?

Thinking this way, Yuan Doudou felt a little better. Her knee injury hadn't healed yet, and she was still hurting from any bumps or knocks.

Only when he felt the person in his arms settle down did An Rong dare to breathe a sigh of relief, his warm breath brushing against the back of her neck.

Yuan Doudou felt a tickling sensation on the back of her neck, which rekindled the little thoughts she had just suppressed.

She suddenly turned over, lay flat on her back, and then rolled to her right, facing An Rong.

Her eyelids were lowered, and her long, thick eyelashes, like little fans, concealed the smile in her eyes.

An Rong lay flat on his back, his two strong arms at his sides, not daring to move an inch.

Yuan Doudou pretended to have a nightmare, fearfully burrowing into An Rong's arms, her nose touching his hard chest, smelling a faint scent.

"You smell so good." Yuan Doudou was so engrossed in the moment that she started talking in her sleep.

He remained unmoved. Yuan Doudou cursed inwardly, "Can't you just lend a hand? It's not like you have to do anything. What is he afraid of?"

Perhaps he was wounded on the battlefield and lost some function, so he simply lost interest in women.

That's not right either. He was clearly poisoned by love. Li Tianlang said that this love poison is not necessarily fatal, as long as one does not fall in love.

If the person who poisoned him knew he was incapacitated, they probably wouldn't have gone to the trouble of poisoning him.

Li Tianlang also said that this love poison is not an ordinary poison; it requires the blood and essence of the person administering the poison as a catalyst to be effective.

That's really twisted.

Yuan Doudou has never eaten pork; she only watches pigs run every day. She uses seduction techniques to seduce men, playing hard to get and keeping them at arm's length.

She'd been trying to please her for so long; it was time to distance herself.

"Sigh." She sighed deeply, turned around, and kept a distance from An Rong.

An Rong slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and his tense muscles relaxed for a moment before Yuan Doudou suddenly rolled over and moved closer again.

This time, she gave An Rong a bear hug, pressing her left leg onto An Rong's leg and wrapping her arms around An Rong's chest.

"So comfortable." Her voice was soft and gentle, like a cat's.

It is breathtaking.

He dared not move, for any movement would cause his blood to rush to his head.

An Rong was puzzled. Since returning, Yuan Doudou had always treated him with courtesy and never overstepped her bounds. What was wrong with her today?

He held his breath, afraid that he might do something he shouldn't have done.

Although they were husband and wife, they only had sex once, and that was when they were half-drunk. They were never truly sober.

They did not drink alcohol today and were perfectly sober.

"DouDou." The hoarse voice hinted at something.

Yuan Doudou pretended not to hear, but couldn't help swallowing. The first time she heard An Rong speak, she thought his voice was very nice. Now that his voice had become hoarse, she was incredibly aroused.

She finally understood what it meant to play with fire and get burned.

I was feeling relaxed just a moment ago, but now I'm itching to get back to work.

She was caught in a dilemma and could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

An Rong had no choice but to endure it and remain motionless.

In the latter half of the night, Yuan Doudou fell asleep, emitting soft snores, sounding even more like a kitten.

An Rong's lips curled up. The little girl was so clingy. If he hadn't been sick, he would have definitely taken advantage of her a few times and let her taste the consequences of being unruly.

The harsh words were just empty threats. An Rong still carefully took her hand, removed her arm from his chest, straightened his abdomen, and gently moved her legs away as well.

"Mmm." Yuan Doudou whimpered and turned over to continue sleeping.

An Rong sat on the bed, ignoring the pain from her wound, and covered her with a blanket.

It was still chilly at night, and since she was such a restless sleeper, it was hard for her to stay covered with the blanket.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, An Rong was wide awake.

And so, I sat alone until dawn.

After a few rooster crows, An Rong got up and got out of bed.

Yuan Doudou was fast asleep, dreaming of hugging an incredibly handsome guy and kissing him indiscriminately.

She has a typical introverted personality; she appears cold on the surface but is passionate inside.

She's a lady by day, a witch by night.

She often goes to two extremes; only a few people in her dormitory know about her two personalities.

In the evenings, we talk about handsome men, their looks, their figures, and their sizes.

No one could talk as enthusiastically or deeply as she could.

I woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

Yuan Doudou was startled as soon as she opened her eyes; Ye Xiaoqian's large face was magnified in front of her.

"You're awake?" Ye Xiaoqian asked with amusement.

Yuan Doudou sat up, looked down at herself, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her clothes were on properly.

"Tell me honestly, were you having a wet dream?" Ye Xiaoqian propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her eyes blinking.

Yuan Doudou's face turned red to the roots of her ears, and she quickly shook her head: "What did you say? I don't understand."

What is a erotic dream? She's a pure and innocent woman with a lustful heart; she's never even heard of it.

"Aha, let me tell you, a wet dream is about a man and a woman doing this and that, and that and that. Did you do it in your dream?" Ye Xiaoqian said vividly, even adding gestures.

Well, thanks to this older sister, Yuan Doudou had to understand even if she didn't want to.

How did she know? Was she talking in her sleep?

"Actually, I don't remember either; my mind is blank." If you did it, just say you don't remember; you can't admit it no matter what.