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“That… My stomach isn’t very good, and I’m afraid cold water might make me uncomfortable,” Ye Xiong responded quickly.

“After we go up, you can only drink water and you can’t mess around. If you dare to mess around, I’ll kick you out,” Du Yuehua suddenly became like a little woman, pouting as she spoke.

Once upstairs, it would be out of your hands, Ye Xiong silently chuckled to himself.

Nowadays, women just love saving face. Ye Xiong didn’t believe she was unaware of his intentions; she just wanted to give herself an excuse to step down.

In matters of men and women, every woman has a hypocritical mask. If you tear off their masks, they turn into devils, devils that keep taking.

“Sister Hua, what are you thinking about? I’m just going up to have a cup of tea,” Ye Xiong laughed.

Playing dumb, the two of them walked into the villa and when they reached the second floor’s living room, Du Yuehua pointed to the tea set on the table and said, “If you want tea, it’s there, help yourself.”

After saying that, she turned around, ready to leave.

Ye Xiong suddenly held her hand and looked at her with a fiery gaze.

Lowering her head nervously, Du Yuehua asked, “What are you trying to do?”

“What do you think?”

Ye Xiong flashed a sly smirk and suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

“You bad guy, I knew you were no good… Mmm.”

After Du Yuehua pushed a few times and couldn’t get away, she quickly melted in his strong arms and into his domineering, wild kisses.

The two kissed passionately for ten minutes, and Ye Xiong felt it was time, ready to strip off her clothes.

Unexpectedly, Du Yuehua forcefully pushed him away and ran into her own room, saying as she ran, “I’m going to take a shower first.”

Ye Xiong followed her in.

The room of Du Yuehua was spacious, spanning over thirty square meters, with a king-size bed by the side. The bed drapes were pink, the quilts were pink, and the pillows were pink too, making it all seem very enticing.

Having sex on this bed must feel amazing.

The hormones in Ye Xiong’s body danced joyously, but despite the excitement, he was still somewhat uneasy.

The last two interruptions had cast a shadow on his heart.

The first time was at the entrance of the Yang Family Villa when Yang Xinyi called; the second time was in the office, interrupted by Xiao Mei. A woman’s passion can emerge quickly and fade just as fast. The slightest thing wrong could ruin the moment.

For the sake of his future pleasure, he absolutely couldn’t afford another mishap.

“It has to be foolproof, it absolutely has to be foolproof.”

Ye Xiong’s gaze swept around the room like radar, checking for any potentially dangerous items.

The wedding photo!

Looking at the large wedding photo on the wall, Ye Xiong inwardly exclaimed, relieved. If Du Yuehua saw this photo while they were intimate, it would definitely ruin the mood. She would surely feel it was disloyal to her deceased husband to engage with him.

He quickly went to the wall, took down the wedding photo, and stuffed it under the bed.

Huh, this must be a photo of her and her son, right?

On the desk, there was a photo of Du Yuehua holding a child. Ye Xiong hurriedly took it. If she saw this during their intimacy, she would certainly feel guilty, fearing it wasn’t fair to her son.

The music box: It might be a gift from her husband, hide it.

The notebook: It might contain memories with her husband, hide it.

The shoes: These are men’s shoes, definitely her deceased husband’s, hide them.

The mug: This is a man’s, hide it.

The pillow: Hide it.

“That was close, I almost forgot this one.”

Looking at the mousepad beside the computer desk, Ye Xiong felt relieved because it also featured a photo of the couple.

Ye Xiong hid the mousepad, feeling that even the computer wasn’t reliable—who knew if it was her dead husband’s or contained their memories. Maybe if she saw it, it would upset her too.

The best way was to hide it.

“It has to be foolproof, it absolutely has to be foolproof. Right, the phone.”

Ye Xiong turned off Du Yuehua’s phone that was on the desk, finally feeling relieved.

This time, it should be foolproof, right?

Just at that moment, the bathroom door opened.

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Staring at the peerless beauty who walked out, Ye Xiong’s mouth fell open, and he couldn’t react for a long while.

Too beautiful, too soul-stirring.

A red one-piece spaghetti strap nightgown perfectly unleashed Du Yuehua’s traditional elegance.

Dignified, graceful.

Traditional without being conservative, solemn without lacking charm. At this moment, she was like a consort from an ancient imperial palace, exuding an aura that was to be admired from a distance and not to be trifariously approached.

It seemed as if only an emperor was worthy of possessing her.

At this very moment, Ye Xiong felt that he was the emperor and she was his consort.

Ye Xiong’s hormones surged once more just as he was about to pounce on her with the ferocity of an emperor, when suddenly Du Yuehua dodged away, saying shyly, “I’m going to take a bath.”

A bath, right, a bath!

Ye Xiong held back his impulse and went to take a shower in the bathroom.

“Today is a good day, all my wishes are coming true, today is a good day, spring’s door is open, we welcome the mighty dragon…”

In the bathroom, Ye Xiong sang loudly while he washed, his lyrics making Du Yuehua’s cheeks flush with heat.

What a lecher, such a scoundrel.

Ye Xiong quickly finished his bath, not even bothering to put on clothes, and threw himself out of the bathroom and leapt onto the bed in one smooth motion.

Just as the two were lost in their passionate haze, four words suddenly popped into Ye Xiong’s head.

Safety first.

So he reached under the bed for the condoms he had prepared earlier, ready to put one on.

“Don’t use it,” Du Yuehua suddenly shouted at that moment.

Ye Xiong was confused.

Without it, what if there’s a pregnancy?

“Sister Hua, safety first. What if there’s an accident?” Ye Xiong said while tearing off the packaging.

Du Yuehua snatched the condom, threw it to the floor, and said unhappily, “If there’s a baby, you marry me.”

“This…”

“What, you don’t like me or you don’t want to take responsibility?” Du Yuehua’s face showed anger.

“I definitely like you, it’s just that…” Ye Xiong scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

“After all is said and done, you just want to have your fun without marrying me, treating me like a lover who comes and goes at your call,” Du Yuehua said with a sad look on her face.

Ye Xiong was now in a quandary.

To proceed, or not?

That was a tough question.

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Du Yuehua felt an inexplicable wave of disappointment, her earlier emotions plummeting.

At that moment, Ye Xiong suddenly grabbed the whole box of condoms from the bedside table, threw them far away, and said loudly, “Sister Hua, although I don’t want a little kid competing with me for milk just yet, I don’t mind if you want it. If it happens, I’ll marry you.”

“Pfft, shameless.”

After laughing, Du Yuehua felt touched and hugged his hand tightly.

It was eleven o’clock at night.

Yang Family Villa, the hall.

“I’m taking your chariot, haha, cousin, I finally beat you in a game!”

Tang Ning swiftly capture the red chariot, looking smug.

Yang Xinyi glanced at the chessboard, with its utterly chaotic arrangement of pieces, and shook her head.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that she could play such a disordered game.

“It’s late, let’s go to bed. We still have to go to the airport tomorrow.” Yang Xinyi stood up after speaking.

“Your husband is probably messing around with Du Yuehua, with dozens of calls unanswered. When he gets back, you must give him a good scolding, otherwise he’ll just push the boundaries further,” Tang Ning snorted in annoyance.

“Whether he comes back or not has nothing to do with me,” said Yang Xinyi as she got up and walked back to her room.

Watching her distracted demeanor, Tang Ning took out her phone again and dialed out, pleased that this time the call connected.

She bit her lip, a mischievous smile appearing in her eyes.

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