The young man knew Li Ruantang had practiced martial arts for many years, so finally, he tugged hard with his hands to test. Only then was he satisfied and knelt beside her.

He reached out to lower all the bed curtains, then pushed the thin blanket that was in the way to the inside of the bed. When everything was prepared, the young man turned his head and pursed his lips, suppressing a smug smile.

He had made up his mind to bully her thoroughly, to make her think only of him.

But when Meng Jun looked into those hesitant apricot eyes, the heart suppressed in his chest seemed to float like a kite with a broken string, blown higher and higher by the howling wind.

His face flushed red, his long eyelashes as dense as crow feathers lowered slightly, hiding the pair of eyes shimmering with spring colors.

His thin lips parted slightly, seeking the familiar sweetness, gently biting the uneasy young woman. Just once, then quickly letting go.

The young man’s palms were sweating profusely from nervousness. He curved his eyebrows and eyes, very principled as he counted, “One!”

If it was just this kind of kissing…

Li Ruantang secretly let out a breath, her tense body gradually relaxing. She watched Meng Jun seriously inhaling and exhaling in preparation. She couldn’t help but smile, so silly.

After the sixth light kiss.

Li Ruantang had completely relaxed. She let the young man randomly nibble on her lips, not even noticing that her belt had loosened.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes were like a little fox preparing to hunt, staring unblinkingly at the rabbit about to enter its mouth, still foolishly unaware of the danger.

His outstretched arm retracted quickly, firmly pressing her tongue tip, his whole body tightly pressed against her.

He seemed to have sunk into a cloud, or as if wrapped in a ball of cotton. The young man narrowed his eyes comfortably, passing over breaths of joy.

This time lasted longer than the previous six times.

The lowered bed curtains blocked the incoming wind. The taut belt could not bind the wildly beating heart. The young man pressing against Li Ruantang’s neck secretly curved his brows and eyes, but his voice was still aggrieved, “Tangtang, I seem to be feeling strange again.”

The shallow breaths, the deliberately lowered words, could not overcome the clearly ripening rice.

The unknowing young man still tried hard to burrow further into her arms. Li Ruantang’s ears burned hot, she endured, the dead-knotted belt leaving a red mark on her fair wrist.

“Jiujiu.” Li Ruantang slightly averted her eyes, “Can we owe the remaining kisses for now?”

“Why?” Meng Jun’s cheeks steamed with a faint pink, he affectionately nuzzled Li Ruantang’s cheek, somewhat puzzled, “Tangtang, are you sleepy?”

“If you’re sleepy,” The young man pursed his lips, lightly biting her neck, “You just rest, I can do it myself.”

He carefully kissed that straight nose bridge, then afraid of neglecting those apricot eyes holding the night, he pondered for a moment before lightly pecking her brows and eyes.

Mmm! They’re all his.

The young man’s delighted smile was like a fine thread, finely hooking Li Ruantang’s remaining clarity. She tightly grasped the bedding beneath her, but the young man nestled in her arms seemed like an innocent demon. Whether curving his brows and eyes or lifting the corners of his lips, it all made her heartstrings tremble uncontrollably, as if about to pluck out thousands of troops and horses from a zither. She was both joyful and gradually losing herself to that thumping sound.

On the bed, the broken belt fell lightly to the ground.

In the suddenly inverted view, her young man curved his brows and eyes like a cunning little fox, yet foolishly offered up everything.

His slender fingers tightly circled the young woman who hurriedly tried to get up, “Tangtang!” His clear voice was slightly hoarse, those beautiful phoenix eyes secretly glancing over Li Ruantang’s struggling gaze, “I, I’ve read novels, they say people in love, will be like this…”

The young man paused, containing his shyness, “Will be intimate like this.”

“Silly boy.” Li Ruantang sighed softly, one hand closing the silk undergarment that had just been nudged open by her, aligning the lifelike little rabbit precisely.

“These novels are mostly written by women. Just for the sake of entanglement between two people, when have they ever considered a man’s reputation and situation?”

“I briefly looked through the novels you left here before. If that woman truly cared, she wouldn’t instigate the man to have a secret affair. If the man becomes pregnant and leaves, let alone how much scolding he would bear in this world, how many women would truly care?”

“Oh~” Meng Jun responded dully. He glanced dejectedly at Li Ruantang, who had already regained her composure and sat up.

“But Tangtang.” The young man’s face flushed crimson, hugging the thin blanket into a large bundle, only revealing a pair of eyes staring intently at her, “I really, really feel a bit off.”

“Look—”

“Jiujiu!”

Meng Jun’s unfinished words were quickly interrupted by Li Ruantang. She coughed lightly a few times, not quite at ease. Her slender fingers covered the back of his hand, while she glanced at the young man who was grinning foolishly again.

“Do you… do you really want me to help you?”

“Mm.” The young man in front of her nodded timidly, but his mouth was still uttering words of desire, “I’ve tried myself but it doesn’t work well, only when I’m close to Tangtang do I feel a bit better.”

As he spoke, he snuggled into the stunned young woman’s arms again.

If it weren’t for the truly innocent look in his eyes, Li Ruantang would have almost thought the young man was doing this on purpose. She took a deep breath, feeling extremely conflicted inside.

Propriety and passion were like two ends of a scale. She stood in the middle, torn between them. Moreover, the two situations were really different.

Last time it was because Meng Jun had accidentally inhaled the incense from the pleasure boat that she had helped him. But this time, the young man was not only very clear-headed, but also very naive.

If she were to follow the same pattern…

Li Ruantang lowered her gaze, looking into those innocent phoenix eyes, “Jiujiu, this is something only husband and wife can do. I had mentioned our marriage to Master Meng before, and now I want to ask you again. Are you willing to—”

Smack.

Thin lips covered hers, like stamping a special seal.

She was talking about their marriage!

The young man’s heart seemed to be filled with honey, so sweet that his brows and eyes were as if spring wind had blown across heaven and earth, blooming gorgeous flowers, light pink and deep red, layer upon layer imprinted in one place. Not waiting for Li Ruantang to finish, he hastily spoke, “I am willing.”

A breeze blew through the window, causing the gauze curtains to ripple continuously.

So silly.

Those apricot eyes curved, desperately pressing teeth marks onto her lips, barely suppressing the intense emotions that suddenly surged in her heart.

She let the young man cling to her, allowing that romantic heat to dance at her fingertips.

The slightly swaying gauze curtains seemed to be blown by another gentle breeze, or perhaps it was just movement from inside.

The young man’s entire body was flushed pink, fine tremors gradually creeping up his spine. He instinctively tightened his arms around Li Ruantang’s shoulders, those phoenix eyes sparkling brightly, only seven parts of spring intent dyed at the corners of his eyes. He unconsciously pressed against her nose tip, wanting to taste that familiar sweetness again. In his heart, he was still mindful of what Li Ruantang had just said.

The night was quiet, even the slightest movement would be infinitely amplified. Especially at this moment, those two hearts beating rapidly against each other were like the strongest wine, making their feelings even more vivid.

The breath Li Ruantang passed over was gentle. She lightly stroked the calmed young man, smiling, “Number eight.”

Meng Jun had long been kissed into a daze. His tongue tip tingled numbly, he only knew to lift his head, continuously swallowing that sweet taste into his belly.

The long and lingering eighteen kisses made those handsome brows and eyes contain shyness and hide timidity. The young man softly pillowed on Li Ruantang’s shoulder, looking at her bright and beautiful face, feeling that the burning sensation at the roots of his ears showed signs of reviving.

He pursed his lips, secretly hooking her waist and said, “Tangtang, then when do you plan to marry me?”