But Xie Wanqing was obviously startled by him. She stood still, looking troubled, "You..."

She hesitated for a moment and didn’t continue speaking.

Initially, she wanted to send him out as before, but thinking that he would soon leave the Capital, she couldn’t bring herself to make him sleep in the study.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Pei Yuqing walked over, pulled her arm, and was about to lead her to the bed when Xie Wanqing hurriedly pushed back, "My hair is still..."

Before she finished her sentence, his large palm pressed against the back of her head, her slightly damp black hair tangling around his long fingers. With a light force, he drew her into his embrace and bent down to kiss her incessantly chattering lips, swallowing all her words of refusal.

So assertive it was astonishing.

At first, Xie Wanqing’s fists were still pressed against Pei Yuqing’s chest, trying to push him away, but she quickly lost strength from the kiss, and her hands were drawn to rest on his shoulders. To find some leverage, she unwittingly wrapped her arms around his neck.

It wasn’t until her body sank into the soft silk quilt that she realized she was already on the bed. Her pupils widened, and she hurriedly pinched his neck, "My hair..."

"It’s already dry," Pei Yuqing swallowed gently, gazing unwaveringly at the girl beneath him, and said softly, "Wanwan, I have some Inner Strength."

Her long hair, smooth as satin, had been unknowingly dried by him with his Inner Strength.

"...You!" Xie Wanqing stared, wondering who taught him to use his Inner Strength for this.

Pei Yuqing gave her a slight smile, lowered his head again, and gently pecked her lips, the depth of desire evident in his eyes.

His hand moved to her knee and he inserted himself between her legs.

While passionately kissing her, he coaxed her, "Don’t find excuses to refuse me anymore. I don’t want to wait any longer..."

His voice was low and husky, like a hook, catching straight onto the tip of Xie Wanqing’s heart, muddling her mind into a blur.

In a daze, her nightclothes were removed.

Bare and facing each other.

By the time she came to her senses, the deed was done.

The hand on her waist was like an iron clamp, and she had no choice but to follow his lead.

Xie Wanqing instinctively tried to struggle, but instead of breaking free, it only led to even more excessive plundering.

Perhaps even the gentlest man would inevitably become domineering in such a situation.

The once awkward and restrained Pei Yuqing was unable to suppress his surging emotions, possibly due to a long absence.

After a round, Xie Wanqing’s forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat.

She lay on the soft pillow, panting heavily, her face flushed.

Pei Yuqing gently rubbed her abdomen with one hand, his lips occasionally pressing against her shoulder blade, his every move filled with love, exceptionally gentle and tender.

This kind of intimate skin-to-skin contact was truly precious, and neither spoke, silently enjoying the moment of warmth.

Until the kisses on her back became restless, gradually moving up to her delicate neck, and the man’s breath behind her became heavy again, Xie Wanqing nudged him with her elbow.

"Aren’t you done yet!"

When she started speaking, her voice was no longer clear and bright as during the day, instead husky with a hint of thin anger. Pei Yuqing was momentarily stunned upon hearing it, then couldn’t help but laugh.

"Not finished," he said, pinching her waist and flipping himself on top. He captured her earlobe with a low laugh, "We’re not done."

With that, he put it into practice.

Letting her know how right he was.

Under the quilt, only Xie Wanqing’s short sobs could be heard.

Soon, the canopy bed resumed its work after the intermission, emitting a not-so-regular sound.