Li Bowen coughed, covering his mouth, and said, "To tell you the truth, the scene scared my legs into submission."
"Pfft, hahaha…"
Wen Xuanyuan laughed heartily, drawing everyone's attention again. She immediately buried her face like an ostrich, her shoulders trembling as she tried to stifle her laughter.
Her mother frowned with disdain. "What are you laughing at, child? With so many people around, aren't you embarrassed?"
Wen Xuanyuan immediately looked up, her little face flushed. "A man should get married, and a woman should get married. All you aunts and grand-aunts have been through it, so what's there to be shy about?"
A relative chimed in, "That's right, that's right, Xuanxuan is right."
Wen Xuanyuan's candid demeanor made those people too embarrassed to tease her further.
"Please, everyone, have some fruit."
Mrs. Wen gestured to everyone, her eyes subtly scanning the surroundings. Not seeing Wen Yan and Qiao Xinyue, she guessed they might have gone upstairs.
A single man and a single woman, dry wood and raging fire.
She felt a little uneasy.
In the upstairs room.
Qiao Xinyue sat nervously on the sofa by the window. She didn't dare to look around, her hands unsure where to put them.
The air seemed to be filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, making one blush and their heart race.
Wen Yan crossed his legs, leaning against the edge of a nearby table, his posture casual and lazy. His handsome face, which drove countless girls crazy, exuded an alluring charm.
Seeing that Qiao Xinyue dared not look at him, he said with a chuckle, "What's wrong? Didn't Little Treasure say she wanted kisses and hugs?"
Qiao Xinyue wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor. Her face was so hot she felt like she would die on the spot, too embarrassed to say a word.
She was wild online but timid in reality.
Wen Yan's laughter grew even louder. His deep, magnetic voice seemed to carry hormones, directly striking Qiao Xinyue's heart.
"Little Treasure, come here."
Wen Yan's voice became a little hoarse. His gaze was passionate, fixed on her.
Qiao Xinyue couldn't bring herself to go over. Shyly, she lowered her head and asked, "What do you want me to come over for?"
"Don't you miss me?"
Qiao Xinyue didn't dare to answer, only biting her lip in silence.
"If you're not coming, I'm leaving," Wen Yan said, making a move as if to leave.
Qiao Xinyue immediately looked up at him, her eyes filled with a watery mist, lively and pure, possessing a soul-piercing beauty.
Wen Yan could no longer resist. He strode towards her.
Seeing him approach, Qiao Xinyue instinctively stood up.
Wen Yan grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into his arms, kissing her.
Qiao Xinyue's hands pressed against his chest. She was stiff and didn't know how to respond, nor did she know how to breathe.
After kissing for a while, Wen Yan, afraid she would suffocate, let go of her. He panted with lingering desire, "You silly girl, you don't even know how to kiss."
Qiao Xinyue clutched the front of his clothes, both shy and angry. "How can I compare to you? This is my first love, my first kiss…"
Before she could finish, Wen Yan sealed her lips again. As he kissed her, he moved her towards the desk, until Qiao Xinyue was pressed against the desk's edge.
He lowered his head, burying his face in her neck, his breath slightly ragged.
"Are you still going to talk?"
Qiao Xinyue greedily breathed in the fresh air, leaning weakly against the desk behind her, fragile like a delicate, dew-kissed flower bud.
Smelling the girl's delicate fragrance, Wen Yan couldn't help but kiss her, his pupils deepening.
He picked up Qiao Xinyue, placing her on the desk, and then leaned over her.
Qiao Xinyue frantically pushed him, her voice tinged with panic.
"What are you doing…"
The room was well-lit, and the desire in Wen Yan's eyes was evident, which made Qiao Xinyue even more uneasy.
After all, she had been single her whole life and this was her first relationship. To her, their actions were too bold, and she wasn't ready.
Looking at the frightened young girl in his arms, Wen Yan's eyes immediately cleared. He took a deep breath, got up, and sat beside her.
He panted, suppressing all impure thoughts. He had lost control and scared the little girl.
Qiao Xinyue adjusted her emotions. Seeing him staring down without speaking, she worried he was angry.
Her reaction just now was too strong. They were boyfriend and girlfriend; this was bound to happen sooner or later.
She tugged at Wen Yan's clothes and asked cautiously, "Wen Yan, are you angry?"
Wen Yan glanced at her, playfully asking, "What did you call me?"
"Wen… Brother Wen Yan."
She used to say it so smoothly, but now, for some reason, it felt awkward to say.
Wen Yan's breathing deepened. He looked at her intently, almost losing control again.
He silently moved a little further away from her, turning his head to look out the window.
Sunlight fell on the windowsill, bathing the scene in golden spring light.
Qiao Xinyue, noticing his movement, thought he was angry. Her heart ached, and she made a bold move.
She suddenly threw herself into Wen Yan's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, and looking up at him slightly.
"Don't be angry, I just wasn't prepared just now."
"I'm not angry."
Wen Yan looked down at her, his gaze once again becoming intensely desirous.
Qiao Xinyue pouted charmingly, "Then why are you keeping your distance from me?"
With the earlier intimacy, she felt a sense of familiarity similar to their online chats. That trace of awkwardness instantly disappeared.
In reality, she was just a little slow to warm up.
Wen Yan cleared his throat, not daring to meet her gaze, and found it difficult to explain why.
"You're ignoring me again. You say you're not angry," Qiao Xinyue insisted, looking at him and tightening her grip around his waist.
Wen Yan couldn't stand it anymore. He cupped her neck and kissed her, and with another reversal, pressed her against the desk again.
After kissing her intensely, he panted, his voice low, and buried his face in her neck. "Don't you know that staring at a man will make him commit crimes?"
Qiao Xinyue wasn't flustered. She continued to look at him and even reached out to touch his face, sincerely praising, "Brother Wen Yan, you're so handsome."
She admitted she was a superficial person. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen in love with Wen Yan the moment she saw him on TV.
Wen Yan pinched her cheek and snorted, "If you see a more handsome guy in the future, will you not like me anymore?"
"Never."
Qiao Xinyue blinked her big eyes excitedly. "I've liked you for so many years, but I still like you. When it comes to handsome guys, my young master is so handsome, and so are Young Master Li, Young Master Jiang, Situ…"
Wen Yan looked at her babbling mouth, leaned in, kissed her, and mischievously bit her lip.
"How dare you mention other men in front of your boyfriend? Do you want a spanking?"
As he spoke, he also spanked Qiao Xinyue's backside.
Qiao Xinyue's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, but the sensation from just now seemed to linger.
Wen Yan's smile deepened. He clasped her waist, pulling her closer.
Qiao Xinyue's body stiffened; she dared not move.
Their breaths were unsteady, and as their breaths intertwined, they couldn't help but kiss again.
This time, Qiao Xinyue responded shyly and stiffly.
Wen Yan, noticing this, held her tighter, wanting to melt her into himself.