Qiao Li's gloomy mood from the past few days lifted, replaced by a quiet laughter. Biting her rosy lower lip, she relaxed, looking at him like a lazy cat, her chin slightly tucked, a mixture of charm, innocence, and allure.

Feng Yi swallowed, emboldened, and grasped her calf, kissing her again.

When she didn't pull away, he grew bolder, his kisses trailing upwards.

She giggled, the sound escaping in short bursts as her leg trembled with the sensation.

From her calf to her knee, then to the inside of her thigh, his kisses grew more fervent, more intimate.

The air thickened, the atmosphere charged like the stillness before a storm, tense and ready to break.

Qiao Li tried to move, but Feng Yi's grip tightened, holding her in place.

His head, nestled against her, burrowed beneath her nightgown, his lips pressing warm kisses against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"It tickles..." she murmured.

It wasn't just tickling. The sight of him beneath her skirt had already stirred a reaction within her. Her nightgown draped over his head, lifting with his movements. Unable to see his expression, she could only feel his head moving closer, the anticipation both exciting and frightening.

She lifted the hem of her nightgown herself, revealing his head.

In the dim light beneath the fabric, the air heavy with intimacy, Feng Yi inhaled her unique scent. His scalp tingled, his heart pounding against his ribs.

As the light shifted, he realized how close he was, his nose almost touching the apex of her thighs.

Shame washed over Qiao Li, yet a secret thrill pulsed beneath it.

She was sure her arousal was evident, staining her underwear. He was so close, he must see the dark mark, perhaps even smell it.

Heat coiled in her lower abdomen, the tension heightening her dampness.

Feng Yi's head tilted, his gaze fixed between her legs.

The angle blocked Qiao Li's view. She propped herself up, trying to see, but Feng Yi looked up sharply.

His eyes, dark with desire, held no trace of clarity, his possessiveness clear.

A shiver ran down Qiao Li's spine. His voice was hoarse. "Let me kiss you, okay...?"

He couldn't wait for her answer. His mouth closed over her swollen flesh, still covered by her underwear.

"Ah—" Qiao Li gasped, the heat of his mouth searing her. The fabric of her underwear instantly dampened, clinging to her.

Like a starved beast presented with a long-desired delicacy, he couldn't contain himself. His tongue darted out, lapping at the mound beneath the thin fabric.

"Ah... it tickles..." The rough caress sent shivers through her. She tried to wriggle away, but Feng Yi held her thighs firmly in place.

Without any experience, he kissed and licked, driven by pure instinct.

Even without looking up, he could sense her intense reaction – her breathless moans, the tension in her thighs.