He Siyu lifted his eyelashes. His deep pupils reflected Ni Yang’s slightly dazed, clean face.
He slowly curled his lips into a meaningful smile.
He glanced around innocently and asked in a confused tone, “Yangyang, why are you in my arms?”
Ni Yang: “……”
Seeing his natural, seemingly genuine confusion, she inwardly cursed herself.
She had clearly said they would sleep separately, yet after only one forced night of sharing a bed, she had somehow ended up in his arms.
But no—if she had really crawled into his arms, he should have pushed her away. Not stay so close like this.
Where there was smoke, there was fire. She was responsible for her actions, but He Siyu had not rejected her either—so it could not be her fault alone.
After thinking it through, Ni Yang completely reversed the situation.
“I fell asleep last night. I don’t know how I ended up in your arms. Maybe you unconsciously pulled me in.”
He Siyu: “……”
He looked at her lively, scheming eyes, which were clearly saying it was all his fault and had nothing to do with her.
Forget it. As long as she was happy.
“Will Yangyang blame me?”
He furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes drooping with a pitiful expression as he looked at her apologetically.
Ni Yang: ???
Damn it—this man really knew how to use that face of his.
Was that wronged little expression trying to make her feel guilty?
She was the terrible one!
“I’m not blaming you. We’re married—sleeping together is normal. I just said that casually. Don’t mind it. It’s getting late, hurry and get up. Don’t you have work?”
As she spoke, she tried to get out of bed. But just as she turned, He Siyu pressed a hand on her shoulder and leaned over her, supporting himself above her.
Ni Yang’s eyes unconsciously drifted to the tempting scene beneath his sleepwear.
His grandfather’s beloved was pink, and his chest muscles were eye-catching.
Below that, his sharply defined abs were even more overwhelming.
She quickly forced her gaze away and looked up at the man hovering over her.
Those reddish lips moved up and down, saying words that made her blush.
His brows lifted slightly.
“Yangyang, since you say we’re married, it shouldn’t be too much for me to ask for a good morning kiss, right?”
He was doing it on purpose. While she was speaking, he had secretly loosened the ties of his sleepwear, making his movements more obvious so she could see everything clearly.
“A… good morning kiss?”
She blinked, instinctively staring at his lips, biting her lower lip while her hand hidden under the blanket gripped the bedsheet.
“Mm.”
His thin lips pressed together lightly as he patiently waited for her answer.
Ni Yang stared at those lips she had once kissed. Her heartbeat quickened. It had been over a month, and she only remembered how soft they were.
They were married anyway—it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. One kiss or many kisses, what was the difference?
After making up her mind, she reached out from under the blanket, hooked her arm around his neck, supported herself with the other, closed her eyes, and kissed him.
He Siyu’s pupils instantly widened. Surprise and joy overflowed from his eyes.
Just as Ni Yang was about to pull away, he raised his hand and held the back of her head.
Ni Yang abruptly opened her eyes and saw her reflection clearly in his dark pupils at close range.
He took control, turning passive into active. He slightly parted his lips and gently pecked hers before pulling back a little.
Pressing his forehead against hers, his hoarse voice turned dangerously seductive.
“Flatten your arms. Close your eyes.”
Ni Yang, flushed and dazed, unconsciously obeyed his instructions. She relaxed her bent arms, and he supported her head, gently laying her back down.
Unlike her light, fleeting kiss, his was intense and urgent.
Tangled, lingering, breath-stealing.
Their breaths and mouths were filled with his cold, cedar-like scent.
She responded faintly, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel how happy he was.
He Siyu sensed her inexperience—the careful, uncertain way she responded. Did that mean she had never kissed Qi Huaiyu?
That thought sent a wave of pleasure through him, making his scalp tingle and his heart tremble.
When he had decided to pursue her, he had considered whether she and Qi Huaiyu had already shared intimacy. But it no longer mattered. He only wanted Ni Yang. Her past was irrelevant. He only cared whether her future belonged to him.
The air around them turned thick with intimacy.
He slowly opened his eyes, watching her expression as she melted under him.
He liked it—liked how she softened because of him.
Half-pressing her down, he held her hand that was clenched on the pillow. He gently pried her fingers apart and slid his own between them, interlocking their hands.
Deep kisses continued, unrestrained and lingering.
Ni Yang’s voice turned hoarse as she weakly told him to stop.
Fearing he might scare her, he finally pulled back and supported himself above her.
Her lips were moist and slightly parted as she panted softly. Her fox-like eyes were misty with tears. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears, shoulders slightly trembling.
She glanced at him a few times before quickly curling into herself and hiding under the blanket.
A muffled voice came from inside.
“He Siyu, you’re too much. A good morning kiss isn’t supposed to be this intense. And why are you so skilled? You don’t seem like someone who’s never been in a relationship at all.”
“I’m sorry, my self-control is too poor. Yangyang, you’re my first kiss. As for today… it felt instinctive. Once I kissed you, I just knew what to do next. I only have you, Yangyang.”
He hurriedly explained, his voice trembling, afraid she wouldn’t believe him.
Ni Yang poked her head out of the blanket, looking at his anxious expression.
His black hair covered his sharp brows, and his brown eyes were filled with sincerity.
“…I believe you.”
The moment she said it, his lips curved instantly.
He leaned over her again, overly delighted, and asked, “Yangyang, have you never kissed your ex before?”
Ni Yang didn’t understand why such an annoying topic had to appear in such an intimate moment.
Was that even important?
Did he have some kind of “first kiss” obsession?
He had been raised by his grandfather—did that make him somewhat old-fashioned?
She and Qi Huaiyu were cleanly separated. And he said he had no ex or past lovers, which meant he was also inexperienced.
A “pure” person wanting another “pure” person made sense—but she still felt irritated.
She had seen this online before: men could be messy, but they demanded women remain pure. Men could play around, but women had to be self-respecting. Even buying toys could be judged.
What a messed-up world.
She pushed him away and sat up, replying coldly.
“I never kissed Qi Huaiyu, and I never slept with him. Are you happy now?”
When she pushed him away, he immediately sensed her mood had changed.
He no longer acted pitiful.
Instead, he calmly and seriously explained.
“Yangyang, maybe my wording made you think I care about female chastity. That’s my problem. You and Qi Huaiyu had a normal relationship—couples do those things, I understand.”
“I was genuinely surprised by your inexperience. You dated him for two years without intimacy, yet you’re willing to do this with me. Does that mean I’m different to you? That’s what makes me happiest. Do you understand?”
“I’m a man—I understand male nature. But I don’t have those unhealthy obsessions about first kisses or first times.”
“Women have the right to seek pleasure. They have desires too. Chastity is not between the legs. Scientifically speaking, that membrane is called the hymen, and it’s not something whole to begin with.”
“Yangyang, what I want is simple. I want to be in your heart—and in your future.”
Listening to his explanation, Ni Yang felt a bit complicated. She realized she might have been unreasonable.
But she caught one key point.
He Siyu cared about his importance in her heart.
That absurd realization made her ask directly:
“He Siyu, do you like me?”