Recalling the indescribable sensation he felt last night, Nangong Yu's heart stirred, and his little Nangong Yu beneath him gradually rose.

Song Yuli, who was angry, suddenly felt something pressing against her lower abdomen. She subconsciously looked down and couldn't help but twitch her lips. Just as she was about to escape, Nangong Yu suddenly pressed her down.

Feeling the increasingly hard thing pressing against his abdomen, Song Yuli felt like crying.

"Nangong Yu, you...you...you're a pervert!"

Nangong Yu pinned Song Yuli's hands above his head, and upon hearing this, he curled his lips into a wicked smile: "Pervert? You were the one who took the initiative to remind me of last night."

Song Yuli was momentarily speechless, then stubbornly retorted, "I didn't. I was just saying it offhand. Who knew you had such poor self-control?"

Nangong Yu slowly lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against Song Yuli's cherry lips: "Heh, poor self-control? I wonder if you've ever heard of the term 'morning erection'? You're trying to seduce me first thing in the morning. If I don't react at all, I think you'll be the one crying later."

Song Yuli: "..."

Seeing Song Yuli's tearful expression, Nangong Yu had no intention of letting her off the hook. He kissed Song Yuli's cherry lips, his voice low and hoarse.

"You started this fire, so figure out how to fix it yourself, okay?"

Song Yuli: "..."

...

An hour later, Song Yuli sat at the dining table, glaring at Nangong Yu, who was wearing a white shirt, across from him, while taking big bites of steamed buns.

Her fierce expression made it seem as if what she held in her hand wasn't a steamed bun, but Nangong Yu's flesh.

Damn it, that's really too much. Making her help him so early in the morning...

He has a face that exudes an air of asceticism, so why is he so shameless in bed?

Song Yuli was very puzzled.

Nangong Yu took an elegant sip of soy milk. Seeing Song Yuli glaring at him with dissatisfaction, he slightly curved his thin lips and spoke in a serious tone.

"Please don't look at me so affectionately, or I won't be able to control myself."

Song Yuli: "..."

Song Yuli rolled her eyes dramatically, completely disregarding her image.

Pah! Trash!

Men really are all big jerks!

After finishing his meal, Nangong Yu cleaned up the table, glanced at his watch, then looked at Song Yuli, who was dozing off on the sofa, and smiled slightly.

He came to Song Yuli's side with an elegant black tie in his hand: "Wake up, help me tie this tie."

Song Yuli glanced at him, then leaned back lazily on the sofa and shook his head: "I don't know how, you tie it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly approached Song Yuli. By the time Song Yuli noticed, Nangong Yu's handsome face with its distinct features was already right in front of her.

Song Yuli blinked unconsciously.

Nangong Yu lowered his head and gently kissed Song Yuli's cherry lips, speaking in a deep voice, "I want you to help me."

Looking into Nangong Yu's deep eyes, Song Yu pursed his lips and said with difficulty, "But, I really don't know how."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu parted his thin lips slightly and said, "It's alright, I'll teach you."

After saying that, he took Song Yuli's hand and focused on tying his tie.

Song Yuli was quite happy to tie a tie for her man, so she learned very diligently.

After a while, Song Yuli frowned slightly as he looked at the tie tied around Nangong Yu's neck.

"How about we disassemble and reassemble it? I just feel something's off about it."