Feng Yi, recharged after collapsing onto Qiao Li, sprang up, his composure restored.

"Fine." His voice was as cold as ice.

Qiao Li looked at him quizzically. He pretended not to notice, heading to the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

He then climbed back into bed, tucked himself in neatly, and said, "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."

Finding him strangely endearing like this, Qiao Li walked over to the bed, bent down, and kissed him. "Goodnight."

Feng Yi: !!!

A goodnight kiss! Oh god, oh god, he wanted to pounce on her, kiss her, devour her.

He opened his eyes, adopting the look of a tender husband, and caressed her cheek. "You should rest early. Your health is most important."

Qiao Li chuckled at his silly expression and decided to push the remaining work to tomorrow, climbing into bed beside him.

"Feng Yi, what's wrong?"

Her gentle whisper made his heart pound. "Nothing, just sleepy."

"Really?" She moved closer, the scent of her body wash drifting into his nostrils.

He thought about the body wash he'd just used. She must have used the same one. It made her skin so smooth, her whole body smooth, his body smooth too—stop! He couldn't think about that anymore!

He'd been celibate for too long; everything made him think about s3x.

He took a few deep breaths to suppress the urge. "Really."

"You seem strange." Qiao Li nibbled his earlobe, making it twitch.

The scent intensified. Feng Yi stealthily opened one eye a crack to peek at her.

She lay on her side, propped up on her elbow, her pajama top loose, revealing delicate collarbones and the curve of her br3asts.

A rush of heat surged to his head.

Mistake. He shouldn't have opened his eyes.

He silently propped up his knee, trying to hide the growing tent in his pants. "I'm just tired," he cleared his throat.

Qiao Li didn't answer. He didn't dare open his eyes either. Just when he thought he'd escaped unscathed, Qiao Li suddenly reached out and grasped the bulge beneath the sheets.

"You seem pretty energetic to me."

"Mmm—" He let out an involuntary hum, caught off guard.

She chuckled, exasperated. "Feng Yi, how do you get aroused so easily?"

Feng Yi's face flushed crimson. "I, I don't know. Maybe I'll grow out of it." He shifted awkwardly. "I'm going to splash some cold water on myself."

Qiao Li held him down. "No need. I'll help you."

Feng Yi's eyes sparkled, fixed on her.

"Take off your pants."

He immediately sprang up and quickly shed his pants, his excitement so palpable he looked ready to roll around on the bed.

Once undressed, a belated shyness washed over him, and he reached out to turn off the overhead light. Qiao Li grasped his er3ction, and he instantly forgot what he was doing, his muscles tensing as he looked at her with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

Qiao Li tucked her hair behind her ear and slowly lowered her head towards his er3ction.

He reacted a beat too late, only dodging as her lips were about to touch the tip.

Half his body numb, he stammered in shock, "You, you, you're not going to use your, your mouth, are you?"

Qiao Li calmly met his gaze. "Yes, I want to give you oral s3x."

"But, but..." His mind went blank.

Anticipation, fear, confusion—a jumble of emotions surged through him, his heart feeling like it might burst.

He didn't understand why Qiao Li wanted to do this, but the moment her soft lips came into view, a primal instinct took over, and all he could imagine was her mouth wrapped around his vulnerable er3ction.

He propped himself up on his elbows, his voice hoarse. "You really want to..."

His eyes were filled with intense, burning desire. Qiao Li understood perfectly.

She crawled closer, took his erection in hand, and, under his burning gaze, licked the tip.

"Ha..." He reacted sharply, his hands clenching into fists as he gasped.

She was so close he could smell the faint scent of his body wash on his s3x. It even made her picture him carefully washing himself in the shower, holding his er3ction and lathering his scrotum.