She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

The next moment, Fang Li was pulled off the bed by the man with a little force.

Han Xi walked with firm steps, took her hand and pulled her to the center of the room. He stretched out his long arm and put it around her waist, his voice low and husky: "Do you still remember the dance from back then? Dance with me one more time, hmm?"

They stood very close, their bodies almost touching.

Fang Li could clearly feel his burning body temperature.

"I don't remember, what should I do?" Fang Li asked, her breathing slightly tight and her long eyelashes trembling.

Han Xi wasn't surprised. He smiled slightly, slid his right hand down her shoulder, took her hand, turned it up, and positioned her in a dance pose. "Do you trust me?"

Without giving Fang Li a chance to reply, he continued, "Follow me, I'll guide you."

"You can?" Fang Li tilted her head slightly in surprise as she looked at him.

Han Xi raised an eyebrow: "You jump much better than that little dwarf."

Fang Li couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Can you please stop calling me a dwarf? I'm really not short anymore."

Han Xi frowned slightly. "I don't care if he's short or not. If you mention that short guy again, think about the consequences."

Fang Li: "......" Who exactly is it that keeps bringing this up?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Han Xi instantly smiled with satisfaction.

Fang Li was speechless again.

How come she hadn't noticed before how childish this man was?

To be jealous of a teenager for so many years, I really don't know whether to praise him for his good memory or call him petty.

Fang Li remained silent, her lips pursed.

Han Xi had already taken her hand and begun to dance slowly.

The room was quiet, and there wasn't a single piece of music, yet he smiled and led her to dance as if there were music playing.

For the first time, Fang Li danced a silent dance with a man who was half-drunk in the dim night. As they danced, she suddenly burst into laughter.

Once laughter erupts, it's like flipping a switch; the more you laugh, the more you can't help it.

Fang Li kept smiling with her lips pursed.

Her smile seemed to have a magical quality, and gradually Han Xi also started to smile along with her.

The large bedroom was covered with a thick carpet. The two of them were still wearing their outer clothes and hadn't taken off their shoes. They were jumping around in circles.

It wasn't until Fang Li felt a tingling sensation in her toes that Han Xi gently turned her around and helped her back onto the bed.

This time, Han Xi was lying on the bed, and Fang Li was resting on his chest.

His chest was broad and firm, and even just lying there half-lying down made Fang Li feel incredibly secure and at ease.

Han Xi's hand was still around her lower back.

She could feel the temperature of his palm gradually rising, seeping through her thin dress and into her skin.

Fang Li placed her palm against his chest, her arm gently supporting her against his chest, trying to get up: "It's getting late, let go of me first, I..."

To everyone's surprise, Han Xi immediately released one hand, raised it to gently hold her hand, and stared intently at her: "Wife."

Two words, like a spell to freeze someone in place.

Fang Li was completely stunned.

Wife...?!

He, he, he...

"What are you doing, all of a sudden..."

"Not suddenly."

Fang Li paused slightly, her gaze trembling as she looked up to meet the man's dark eyes.

At that moment, she could clearly see the intention surging in his eyes.

He tightened his grip on her hand little by little, his thumb gently rubbing her palm, tickling her all the way to the bottom of her heart.

"So, what... do you want to do?" Fang Li's watery eyes flickered slightly as she quietly looked at Han Xi.

There wasn't much emotion in his eyes, only an indescribable tension and unease.

Fang Li knew that this day would come sooner or later.

As Han Xi's wife, regardless of how the marriage began, her marital relationship with Han Xi is indeed protected by law.

She couldn't avoid this.

She might have been somewhat resistant before, but now... she doesn't know when it started, but she doesn't want to hide anymore.

Han Xi is a grown man, and he needs to do this kind of thing.

And she...

"What do you think? Don't you know what I want to do?"

Han Xi's voice was incredibly hoarse.

His eyes, fixed on her, were deep and narrow, suppressing an uncontrollable impulse.

A moment of silence.

Fang Li gently bit her lip, relaxed her arm that was supporting her chest, and leaned down to gently press her cheek against his chest. She said in a slightly teasing tone, "Didn't you say you wouldn't force me and would wait for me? What? Mr. Han, you can't wait any longer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

With a slight exertion of his arm, the world spun around, and the two bodies were instantly switched.

Fang Li became the one lying on the bottom, with Han Xi holding her waist with one hand and her hand with the other, pressing her down on the bed.

For a moment, both of them tensed up.

Han Xi's deep eyes, brimming with passion, gazed into Fang Li's eyes. He released her hand, gently placing it on her cheek and tenderly stroking it. His voice was seductive and husky: "Yes, I can't wait any longer. I thought I had long since grown accustomed to waiting, but I forgot that some things feel completely different when you look at them from afar and when you hold them in your arms."

"Now that you are right beside me, I still struggle day and night between having you and losing you."

He took a deep breath, cupped her cheeks, and lowered his head slightly to touch hers: "Do you know how torturous you are?"

Fang Li: "......"

"Ah Li, can you feel how much I want you?"

Their bodies were pressed close together, both wearing only thin clothes. They could feel even the slightest rise and fall of their breaths, and how could they not feel the intense heat emanating from them?

There was silence for a long time.

Fang Li suddenly raised her hand, cupped Han Xi's cheek, and gently pushed him away.

The two looked into each other's eyes. Fang Li's eyes were like two clear lakes, sparkling with tiny starlight, dazzling and captivating.

She suddenly moved her hand, her slender fingers moving back little by little, and hooked her arms around his neck, pressing him down as she leaned in and gently covered his lips with hers.

They were gone in a flash.

Han Xi, however, seemed to have been shot; his entire body stiffened and tensed, his gaze fixed on her with suppressed madness.

Fang Li pursed her lips shyly, looking at his silly expression, and said with a slight smile, "I'm very afraid of pain."

This was the only thing Fang Li could say, after racking her brains and mustering up the courage she had for over twenty years to overcome her shame.

She wanted to say "be gentle," but the three words lingered in her throat for a long time before she finally couldn't bring herself to say them.

Han Xi was still staring at her, as if he couldn't believe it.

Fang Li took a breath, withdrew her hand, and slowly raised both arms, gradually climbing up his neck. Her eyes swayed gently, as if she had made a decision. After a moment, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back again.

Soft red lips pressed against mine again, unlike the previous fleeting touch, clumsy and awkward, gradually increasing the pressure.

Fang Li's meaning couldn't be clearer.

Han Xi's dark eyes narrowed, and his breathing became unsteady.

A fleeting look of joy crossed his eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a long-suppressed impulse.

The next moment, without giving Fang Li a chance to clumsily tease him, he took the initiative and kissed her lips forcefully.