Su Qinglan looked at him, her heart completely melting. Even though he was complaining and acting like a grumpy, overprotective guardian, she found Han Jue so incredibly adorable right now that she desperately wanted to reach out and pinch his flushed, angry cheeks.

Su Qinglan giggled right in front of him. Looking at his highly intense yet adorable expression, she tilted her head.

"So..." she purred, tracing a finger down his rigid chest, "are all the men in the beast world wild and always in heat?"

Han Jue immediately nodded without thinking. "Yes, absolutely! They only think about one thing!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Su Qinglan burst into a loud chuckle, her shoulders shaking against him.

Han Jue’s eyes went wide as he realized the massive trap he had just walked into.

"Wait! No! I mean all the men ’outside’! Not us!" he scrambled to clarify, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to prove he was the absolute purest male in existence.

"Lan Lan, you have to believe me. The males in this house have self-control. Those wild outsiders don’t!"

Su Qinglan raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. "Really? Is that so?"

"Yes, really!" He nodded quickly, looking exactly like an obedient child trying to please its teacher.

"We respect you. We wait for your permission. We aren’t lawless like that golden-eyed demon!"

Amused by his frantic lecturing, Su Qinglan decided to test that famous self-control. She shifted her weight, sliding her bare leg over his and pressing her body completely flush against his warm front.

The sudden, close contact caused Han Jue’s body to react instantly and violently.

Su Qinglan blinked innocently, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she looked down.

"Oh my... I wonder what that is? Something is really poking me so hard, Han Jue. Do you know what it could be?"

Han Jue’s face completely cracked. The proud, strict lecturing expression vanished, replaced by sheer panic.

"I...it’s nothing! Lan Lan, don’t move!" he gasped, his face burning hot as he tried to scoot backward to create some distance between them.

He hadn’t even realized how his body was reacting until she pointed it out.

Truthfully, when he had first carried her back from An Mo’s house, her face had been unusually red and she was sweating profusely.

Cursing An Mo for being a careless beast, Han Jue had removed her heavy winter clothes to help her cool down.

But then, fearing she would catch a chill from the cold room, he had wiped her down with cool water and decided to warm her up inside the blanket using his own body heat.

The entire time, his only focus had been her well-being while he fumed at An Mo in his head.

He hadn’t been trying to take advantage of her! But now, he realized he had accidentally been tormenting his own body by lying completely naked next to her for hours.

"Why are you moving away?" Su Qinglan teased, leaning over him so her hair brushed his neck.

"Weren’t you just telling me how pure you are? Look at you now."

Han Jue felt so ashamed he honestly wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. His face was rapidly changing colors faster than a chameleon.

"Lan Lan, stop teasing me," he groaned, hiding his face in her hair.

"I was just trying to keep you from getting a fever! I didn’t mean to... my body just... it’s because you’re too beautiful, okay?"

Here he was, giving her a grand lecture about wild beast men who were always in heat, and now he was caught red-handed.

"You’re so adorable when you’re flustered," Su Qinglan whispered.

She wasn’t about to give him a chance to escape or hide his face any longer.

In a sudden burst of boldness, she reached up and firmly grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face and locking his jaw in place.

"Lan Lan, wait..."

Before he could stammer out another excuse, she leaned in and pressed her soft, moist lips directly against his.

She didn’t hesitate. She immediately pushed her tongue inside his mouth, pulling him into a deep, full, and passionate kiss that effectively silenced all of his complaints and melted his remaining self-control.

Han Jue tried to pull back slightly as Su Qinglan’s hands continued to trace his chest.

"Lan Lan, wait... this is not good," he stammered, his voice shaking. "We are supposed to be having a serious talk right now."

Su Qinglan hummed softly against his lips, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Mm, go ahead. I am listening."

Despite her words, her fingers didn’t stop. They trailed slowly down his broad, muscled chest. She pressed her palm against his skin, feeling the heavy beat of his heart.

"They are really tough," she whispered, completely fascinated by his physique.

Han Jue shifted uncomfortably beneath her, his breath hitching. He tried to understand why she was suddenly touching him so boldly, but his brain was getting fuzzier by the second.

"Han Jue, you can continue your lecture," Su Qinglan teased, looking up at him innocently.

"I am definitely listening to you."

But her gaze wasn’t on his eyes at all. It was completely fixed on his bare torso, which was packed with hard muscles and sharp abs. Her hands literally began to grope him everywhere, sliding over his ribs and gripping his waist.

Before Han Jue could even utter another word of protest, Su Qinglan suddenly leaned down.

Without any warning, she opened her mouth and sucked directly on one of his nipples.

Han Jue felt like his entire brain had just short-circuited.

A massive jolt of electricity shot straight through his core. He immediately grabbed her shoulders, his grip tight but careful, and tried to push her up slightly.

"What... what are you doing? You...you!" he stammered wildly, his face turning a completely different shade of red. He was completely losing his ability to speak.

Su Qinglan looked up at him, licking her lips playfully. "Hmm. It tastes pretty good," she said with a smug smile.

Before he could recover from the shock, she climbed directly onto his body. She straddled him, planting her knees on either side of his abdomen.

Because they were both completely naked, his already hardened length rubbed directly against her sensitive, warm honey pot.

The friction made them both gasp. Su Qinglan leaned forward, resting her weight on his chest, and looked deep into his blue eyes.

"Han Jue, you know I missed you so much," she whispered softly, her teasing tone shifting into something much sweeter.

She giggled at the intense, helpless look on his face.

Slowly, she trailed her hand down his abs, moving past his navel until her fingers finally reached his lower abdomen. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, starting to stroke his length with a steady rhythm.

Han Jue let out a loud, heavy groan, his hips bucking upward instinctively as his self-control shattered into pieces.

Su Qinglan just smiled down at him, her thumb gently tapping the red, bulging tip of his hardness, teasing him into absolute submission.

"Huff..."

Han Jue couldn’t take it as his hand gripped her waist in ecstasy; he felt his length twitching in her hand nonstop.