“Ah? Aroused?” Ji Sang’s clear and dark eyes were filled with panic as she suddenly glanced at the man’s crotch. Wen Jian usually wore loose clothing, but today he was dressed in a short upper garment and breeches for convenience while working. The rain had soaked them, making them cling tightly to his long legs, and a large bulge protruded in the crotch area.

Her mind went blank in an instant, and she stammered, “Then… what should we do?”

Such a reaction.

As innocent as it gets.

Wen Jian’s breath hitched, and his long member hardened even further, rubbing against the fabric of his pants, causing a tingling sensation.

He was standing next to her with his body slightly turned, very close to her. His deep and mysterious gaze was as profound as the sea, and the hot breath on her ear made her skin tingle, causing her entire spine to stiffen. She dared not move, her initial panic replaced by nervousness and fear. She seemed like a startled little cat, warily gazing at Wen Jian.

Wen Jian immediately realized her repulsion and a hint of confusion appeared in his pitch-black eyes. He unconsciously took a step back, creating some distance between them, suppressing the rising desire in his lower abdomen.

“It must be cold, right?”

Ji Sang stared at him with her dark eyes but remained silent.

He averted his gaze and glanced at the pile of firewood stacked in the corner, saying, “I’ll go start a fire.”

Ji Sang didn’t move, still standing in place with her arms crossed, but when she lowered her head, she noticed that her neckline was open. Her heart suddenly thumped, so that’s why…

She quickly adjusted herself before looking at the busy Wen Jian.

Wen Jian stacked the firewood together and then quickly ignited it using a flint. In an explanatory tone, he said, “My father often goes to the mountains, and sometimes it rains. When it rains, he takes shelter here, so we keep some firewood here.”

His voice was gentle, and after finishing his explanation, the fire was burning brightly.

The flickering firelight illuminated his cheeks, casting a soft glow that seemed to make even his gaze gentler, devoid of its usual sharpness.

Ji Sang watched his busy figure, and the tension and fear gradually dissipated.

Wen Jian saw her standing there and waved at her, “Come sit down, take off your clothes and dry them by the fire. Otherwise, you might get sick.”

Ji Sang’s heart tightened, she took a deep breath, and took small steps towards the heat source. She squatted down and hesitated, saying, “I… it’s fine if I just dry like this.”

Wen Jian glanced at her from the side, then turned his gaze back to the firelight. “Ji Sang, I did have a physical reaction to you, but when you’re not willing, I won’t do anything to you.”

The topic suddenly returned to this.

Ji Sang was stunned, her fair face heating up. After a long pause, she managed to say, “Oh.”

Wen Jian began to take off his outer garment. “Then take off your wet clothes.”

Ji Sang: “…”

Three question marks flashed in Ji Sang’s mind.

Wen Jian gave her a meaningful look and urged her, “Hurry up, otherwise, you’ll really get sick, and we can’t afford medical expenses at home.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Sang sneezed unexpectedly, and the sudden warmth on her body made her shiver.

Wen Jian quickly looked at her.

Ji Sang’s hand trembled as she reached for the belt around her waist. Her momentarily paralyzed mind slowly regained its ability to think. Taking off an outer garment was nothing at all, she often wore camisoles and went shopping with her friends during the summer vacation.

As she unbuttoned her outer garment, she noticed that the man’s outer garment was open. He stood up, found a bamboo pole from the side, and leaned it against a stone pier. Then he took off his outer garment, followed by his undershirt, revealing a well-defined back. He was drenched, and his ink-black long hair was undone, cascading over his spine. His bangs were pushed back behind his head, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

For the first time, the bamboo pole was not stable. He leaned his body sideways and stretched out his long arm to steady the bamboo pole. From this angle, Ji Sang had a clear view of his front. He had a tall and well-proportioned figure, with distinct chest and abdominal muscles. Despite sitting and reading for long periods, he had no extra fat. His pants were slightly loose, hanging loosely on his strong waist, and the alluring V-line was faintly visible.

His face was so handsome, and even his figure was overly attractive.

When Wen Jian’s gaze met hers, he happened to catch her subconscious swallowing, and he paused slightly. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and when his dark eyes saw her exposed fair skin, he quickly averted his gaze.

“Uh…”

He lowered his gaze.

It’s really firm down there!

He wanted to find a soft place to dive into!

“Ji Sang… hand me the clothes.” Wen Jian crossed his arms and said in a deep voice.

Ji Sang lowered her head abruptly when he looked over, secretly thinking, wearing a camisole on the street is no big deal, so why does her blood boil and her lower abdomen tighten when he looks at her? A rush of heat flows out from the depths of her legs, causing her heart to tighten. She instinctively clenched her legs and hesitated before placing the clothes in her hands into his palm.

Wen Jian felt the soft fabric in his hand and spread it out on the bamboo pole. A faint fragrance wafted to his nose. He desperately recited the “Etiquette” that he had reviewed just yesterday, but it seemed completely useless.

He wanted to sleep with Ji Sang!

The desire was swelling and painful!

…

The heavy rain outside fell relentlessly, like drums beating on their hearts, intense and powerful.

Wen Jian maintained his posture with his back facing Ji Sang.

There was a strange and ambiguous atmosphere between the two, especially quiet.

In such a quiet environment, Ji Sang suddenly heard the man’s deep breathing. She remembered him casually saying in front of her that he was aroused! He had a reaction to her?!

Oh my god!

Ji Sang’s ears turned red-hot, weren’t people in ancient times supposed to be conservative? Why was it different from her understanding?!

Finally, the clothes were almost dry, and the rain outside had finally stopped.

They each put on their clothes.

Ji Sang felt more comfortable after putting on her clothes. She looked outside at the muddy road and said, “Wen Jian, it seems like we can’t go to the back mountain today.”

Wen Jian nodded in agreement. “Hmm.”

Ji Sang said, “Then let’s go back.”

Wen Jian still only said one word, “Okay.”

However, when Ji Sang stepped out of the threshold, Wen Jian quickly walked in front of her, bending his long legs slightly and patting her shoulder.

Ji Sang was slightly taken aback.

Wen Jian furrowed his brows and turned to look at her. “Come on, I’ll carry you back.”

Ji Sang exclaimed, “Ah,” and hurriedly said, “No need, I can walk by myself.”

Impatience tinged Wen Jian’s tone. “Come on… it’s too wet outside, and the weather is cold. Women are most afraid of getting their feet cold.”

This was something he often heard his parents say.

Improvise.

Ji Sang hesitated and said, “I’m not… that delicate.”

Wen Jian stood up, his deep gaze showing a hint of displeasure as he looked at her. “I’ll give you two choices.”

“I’ll carry you back.”

“Or should I carry you back?”

Ji Sang: “…”

Ji Sang nervously leaned on the man’s broad back. She seemed to hear a hint of laughter from his chest, but she thought she must have misheard. Blushing, she bit her lip and said, “I’m heavy.”

Wen Jian jolted slightly. “You’re not heavy.”

His fingers lifted her small buttocks slightly, and Ji Sang’s spine instantly went numb. She awkwardly stayed there, with both hands resting on his shoulders.

It was more tiring than walking home by herself.

…

Wen Li stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking around. Finally, she saw the young couple coming back from outside, with the son carrying his wife on his back. She couldn’t help but smile and calmly went back to the kitchen.

…

After returning from the small temple, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have become even more subtle.

For example, in the afternoon, when Ji Sang was about to pound the finely chopped bamboo shavings into pulp, Wen Jian didn’t let her do anything and took over all the work in her hands… Ji Sang had nothing to do and was tired from working with bamboo a few days ago, so she slept on the bed all afternoon… Another example was during dinner, Wen Jian bought a piece of meat from outside and Wen Li cooked braised pork. There wasn’t much, but Wen Jian kept picking out several pieces for her, making Ji Sang feel embarrassed…

The mother-in-law frequently looked at them with hidden meaning.

Ah!

…

Finally finishing dinner, Wen Jian helped Ji Sang prepare hot water and waited outside the room.

Ji Sang took a bath peacefully, just like usual.

She knew Wen Jian wouldn’t come in.

After she finished her shower, Wen Jian also took a bath…

Everything proceeded as usual, everything was normal.

Until bedtime, when the man who had been reading at the desk suddenly blew out the candle and walked to the bed.

Startled, Ji Sang, who was lying down, sat up abruptly. “Wen Jian?”

Wen Jian’s gaze was deep as he glanced at the nervous Ji Sang. He took off his shoes and got on the bed.

“Wen Jian, you…?”

“Ji Sang, I’m tired from studying. Tonight… I want to sleep on the bed.” Wen Jian rubbed his forehead, looking genuinely tired, then stretched out his body and lay down.

He was tall and long, occupying half of the bed with just one lie down.

Ji Sang’s face turned completely red, and she had to move her little buttocks to make some space. Then she looked at him and said, “Then… tonight you sleep on the bed… I… I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

As Ji Sang got up to cross over him and leave, her ankle suddenly felt a surge of heat. The man’s scorching palm grabbed her small foot, giving it a gentle tug. Ji Sang lost her balance and exclaimed, falling onto him…

“Ah…”

For a brief moment, she was momentarily stunned.

She felt a stiff and hard object pressing against the center of her legs. Her mind seemed to explode, and she wanted to get up and move away. Her legs weakened slightly, but she ended up pressing against it again…

Wen Jian’s breath suddenly became unstable.

Thinking that she had hurt him, Ji Sang panicked and said, “I’m sorry.”

Then, their gazes met in the air.

The man’s deep eyes were filled with desire, and his chest rose and fell as he stared at her. Like a long-restrained cheetah, fixated on its prey, ready to devour it in the next second.

Ji Sang felt her whole body tense under his gaze and murmured, “Wen Jian…”

Wen Jian was about to go crazy because of her. He exerted a slight force on her waist with his large palm, and Ji Sang leaned to the side. When she reacted, she realized that the man’s long arm dominantly encircled her slender waist. Her entire back was pressed against his chest, his thin lips were close to her neck, dangerously close. His scorching breath sprayed there, making her body tingle, and she couldn’t help but tremble.

“What… are you doing?”

His voice was hoarse with a hint of irritation. “Sleeping.”

“Like this?”

…