Ji Sang seemed absent-minded throughout the day, especially when she met the man’s dark eyes. Her heart would thump uncontrollably.

After finishing breakfast, she went to the courtyard to check the fermenting liquid in the large wooden barrel. But the man quickly followed and took the tools from her hands, busying himself.

With the man’s help, she could save some effort, so she handed the task over to him.

Clearly, the man’s arm strength was more formidable. Wen Jian’s bamboo shavings made the pulp appear denser. Today was the final step—scooping the pulp with a bamboo sieve from the liquid, then drying it in the sun to make paper.

Ji Sang, with her delicate hands, bent down to scoop the pulp from the large wooden barrel using the bamboo sieve. After spreading the filtered pulp on the bamboo sieve, she placed it aside to dry. She repeated this process, and in no time, a fine layer of sweat formed on her forehead.

Suddenly, a large hand reached from behind and accurately placed itself on her forehead. Ji Sang was startled, and the bamboo sieve in her hand fell into the wooden barrel. She exclaimed, “Ah!”

“It’s me.”

Ji Sang instinctively reached out to touch her forehead, and her damp little hand covered his hand back. With moist black eyes, she looked at the man. Wen Jian wore a gray wide-sleeved robe, accentuating his tall and slender figure. He was truly handsome, the kind of appearance that easily caught people’s attention. His irises were pitch black, and there was a deep crescent-shaped mark at the corner of his eyes, giving off an inexplicable sense of deep affection and melancholy when looking at others.

Ji Sang recalled their interactions earlier in the morning, and her previously steady heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. “Oh…”

“Your face is covered in sweat. Take a break; I’ll take care of the rest.” Wen Jian held a piece of cloth in his palm and gently wiped her face. He stood very close, and as he spoke, his warm breath showered her face.

Her ears suddenly felt hot, and she took a step back uneasily, distancing herself from him. She took the cloth from his hand and said, “No need. You… you should stay away from me. I’m all sweaty.”

Wen Jian frowned slightly, showing his displeasure at her deliberately creating distance. He took a step forward, and his cheek suddenly enlarged as he leaned closer to her. His thin lips almost touched her neck, and his deep eyes could clearly see the delicate and cute fine hairs on her fair and smooth face. He lightly sniffed, blowing his warm breath on her neck. Ji Sang froze in place.

“Wen Jian… What are you doing?”

“You don’t smell bad. There’s a fragrance to your sweat.” After Wen Jian finished speaking, he seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, as if confirming something, “Your fragrant sweat is dripping.”

“Ji Sang… I really want to see what you look like when your fragrant sweat is dripping in the dark.”

Ji Sang choked, and her face instantly turned completely red.

Damn it! What about your character setting??

She pushed him away and said, “You… you should go read. I… I can manage on my own. I don’t need your help.”

After saying that, she pretended to go to the side and pick up the bamboo sieve again.

The distance between the two instantly widened.

Confusion deepened in Wen Jian’s pitch-black eyes. Clearly… she had conspired with her parents to drug him and set up a situation where they would be alone together, but now he wanted to get close to her, and she deliberately kept her distance. What’s going on?

Or…

Was she also a victim in that scheme?

…

Ji Sang felt nervous as she attempted the traditional papermaking technique for the first time.

By the afternoon, the pulp on the bamboo mat had been exposed to the sun for a whole day, and the paper had started to take shape. Ji Sang successfully lifted a sheet of paper from one of the bamboo mats and eagerly called out to Wen Jian to try it out.

Wen Jian stared deeply at the thin layer of gray paper on the desk, his eyes filled with confusion. “Is this paper?”

Ji Sang nodded. “Yes, try writing on it.”

Wen Jian dipped a brush in ink and made an attempt.

Wen Jian wrote beautifully, but the paper was still a bit rough, causing several strokes to bleed the ink.

Frowning, Ji Sang said, “Ah, the paper isn’t fine and white enough. The surface is too rough and doesn’t absorb water well. It seems we need to try again.”

Wen Jian, on the other hand, found the paper quite convenient to use. “It works.”

Ji Sang replied, “I know it works, but I think if we want to sell it at a high price, we need to improve the craftsmanship. The paper isn’t white enough, and the surface should be smoother.”

She spoke to herself.

Wen Jian was slightly taken aback. “Did you say sell?”

Ji Sang suddenly realized she had let slip her intentions and awkwardly smiled. “Well… I have that idea. Bamboo slips are too heavy. If we replace them all with this kind of paper and bind them into books, wouldn’t it be much more convenient for scholars like you? Take your imperial examination, for example. You wouldn’t have to carry such heavy bamboo slips. I think… it could be sold.”

And they could make a big profit.

This was a historical process! In the future, paper would become valuable in Luoyang, and now that she was here, she could create a boom in Ji Sang’s paper.

Ji Sang daydreamed.

Wen Jian was completely captivated by her words.

He felt that Ji Sang had a certain irresistible quality that made him want to get closer to her.

“Ji Sang, how did you come up with this idea?”

Ji Sang’s lips curved slightly, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t possibly say that she found his family too poor and had to find a way to change the situation!

Seeing her silence, Wen Jian sincerely praised, “My wise lady.”

Ji Sang’s face immediately flushed when she heard him say “lady,” and she quickly grabbed the paper on the desk and ran away.

Wen Jian watched her retreating figure, and his eyes sparkled with a brilliant light, like a galaxy of stars.

…

During dinner, Wen Zheng had some alcohol.

Ji Sang glanced at the pitch-black sky outside and suddenly recalled Wen Jian’s words, “I really want to see what you look like when you’re sweaty after it gets dark.” Her legs inexplicably felt weak.

Ji Sang opened her mouth and said, “Father, what kind of alcohol is that? Can I have some?”

She wanted to have a drink to calm herself down.

Wen Zheng glanced at Ji Sang.

Wen Zheng looked at Ji Sang and then at Wen Jian. “It’s rice wine.”

Rice wine?

In Ji Sang’s imagination, rice wine was sweet and delicious. Her eyes curved as she smiled and said, “Father, give me some too.”

Wen Zheng looked at Wen Jian again, and Wen Jian nodded slightly, giving his consent.

Wen Zheng went to fetch the wine and poured a bowl for Ji Sang.

Ji Sang looked at the wine with her eyes, under everyone’s gaze, and took a sip.

Ah! It’s so spicy!

Rice wine was actually this spicy!

Her whole face crumpled up, and her little tongue stuck out. Watching her expression, Wen Jian’s abdomen suddenly tightened, a burst of wicked desire burning, and the thing between his legs instantly awakened.

Wen Zheng chuckled lightly.

Wen Li said, “Ji Sang, this wine has a strong kick, don’t drink too much…”

After the spiciness in her mouth faded, Ji Sang was left with a fragrant taste of the wine. Thinking that she would soon finish dinner and be alone with Wen Jian, she hurriedly said, “It’s fine, Mother. It’s just a bit spicy at the beginning, but it’s quite fragrant. I can drink… I’ll drink slowly.”

Wen Li glanced at Wen Jian and didn’t say anything more.

Anyway, with Wen Jian present and being at home, even if she got drunk, it didn’t matter.

Ji Sang seemed to be buying time and took an hour to finish a bowl of wine.

Wen Jian returned to his room first to freshen up, then sat at the desk to read. He couldn’t concentrate on the book, patiently waiting for Ji Sang.

Ji Sang didn’t have much alcohol tolerance. After finishing the bowl of wine, her head became dizzy. She swayed and finally found the room door. It took her a while to enter the room.

Wen Jian heard the movement and lifted his face from the bamboo slips when she stepped in. His voice was low as he asked, “Have you finished eating with parents?”

Ji Sang’s small face turned red, her dark eyes shimmering with water, and with a glance that could captivate anyone, she nodded softly and said, “Yes.”

Wen Jian felt his throat go dry as he said, “I’ll help you fetch water for your bath.”

At this moment, Ji Sang had completely forgotten about the phrase “when it gets dark.”

Unaware, she agreed, saying, “Okay.”

Wen Jian brought in the water and helped her get clean clothes before going outside the room to wait.

Ji Sang was taking a shower inside.

When Ji Sang finished her shower, the alcohol had gone to her head even more. She struggled to climb onto the bed and called out towards the room door, “Wen Jian… go to sleep…”

Her original intention was the literal meaning of asking Wen Jian to sleep. But when it reached Wen Jian’s ears, it took on a completely different implication.

Unconsciously, Wen Jian’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, and his voice came out hoarse.

“Um… okay.”

Ji Sang felt dizzy, and as her eyes roamed, she saw Wen Jian kneeling on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare and one leg exposed. She couldn’t help but widen her watery eyes and exclaimed, “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

Wen Jian’s ink-black hair fell over his shoulders, with a few strands cascading onto his chest, partially concealing the sight but unable to hide the distinct contours of his chest and abdomen. It made Ji Sang’s mind instantly go blank, and she inexplicably felt dryness in her mouth.

His eyes were as black as ink, as if they wanted to draw her in. His thin lips slightly parted, and his voice was low and seductive.

“It’s dark now.”

“Uh…”

Ji Sang suddenly remembered something, and she anxiously hugged herself, only to realize that she had only put on a light green bandeau after the shower. Her fair and smooth skin was exposed to the air, and her perky breasts became even fuller and rounder due to the tension in her arms. The tips of her breasts pressed against the thin fabric, symmetrically protruding. Below the bandeau was her slender waist, easy to grasp with just a hand…

Wen Jian’s arm had already hooked around her slender waist, and his long fingers effortlessly untied the two thin straps on her back that formed a butterfly knot. His low and hoarse panting sprayed onto her shoulder, causing Ji Sang to shiver a beat slower, her little heart pounding, and her face turning bright red.

“… Wen Jian, don’t…”

Before Ji Sang could finish her words, the flimsy bandeau, which had no resistance, was pulled down by the man’s large hand.

Her plump and perky breasts broke free from their confinement, swaying enticingly in the air, and her rosy nipples hardened with the trembling of their owner. They lewdly entered Wen Jian’s dim sight.

Wen Jian’s breath suddenly became heavy, his fingers touched her nipples, lightly teasing them, causing Ji Sang’s body to tremble, and a tingling sensation spread through her spine. She bit her lip, too embarrassed to look at him, and her voice trembled, “No…”

Wen Jian suddenly grabbed the back of her head, his thin lips covering hers, capturing her wet and glistening red lips. He licked, kissed, and nibbled, his hot breath landing on her face. His tongue lightly pressed, prying open her teeth, and his thick tongue forcefully invaded, tangling and biting her lilac-like small tongue.

With one hand gripping her slender waist, his fingertips kneaded her delicate skin, while his other hand grabbed one of her breasts, forcefully shaping and molding it, with excess flesh spilling out from between his fingers.

So soft!

It excited his sexual organ, which hardened fiercely, causing aching friction.

Ji Sang was being kissed to the point where she could hardly breathe. Her body uncontrollably trembled, and she couldn’t help but emit sob-like moans from her throat. Her legs involuntarily squeezed tightly together, and the center of her thighs was already in a state of disarray.

Like a frightened little cat, her hands grasped the man’s broad shoulders helplessly.

His whole body felt scorching hot, and his tongue that entered her mouth was also scorching hot, making her head spin even more, her cheeks burning.

“Mmm…”

Wen Jian’s desire surged even more after hearing her unconscious moan. He released her lips, his gaze fixed on her eyes, deepening intensely. He reached to undo his pants.

Ji Sang finally managed to catch her breath and gasped with watery eyes. Seeing him stop, her eyes subconsciously glanced downward, and her entire back went numb.

That thing was pressed against her lower abdomen, its shaft thick and menacing, veins crisscrossing, its swollen purple head exuding excitement and secretions, aiming fiercely at her.

“Ah!” Ji Sang jumped in shock and suddenly remembered to cover her eyes. “Wen… Wen Jian, what… what are you doing?”

Wen Jian saw her reaction, and a light laughter escaped his throat, perhaps due to the passion that he carried, intoxicating and provocative. Ji Sang’s whole body stiffened, her ears burning hot, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her neck.

Wen Jian didn’t remove her hand; his palm supported one heavy breast, and he enveloped it with his mouth, forcefully sucking and making lewd sucking sounds. His slippery tongue curled around the trembling nipple, licking and biting in circles. It excited Ji Sang to the point where she felt like she was being struck by an electric current, and she let out a startled cry, “Ah…”

When he released her hands, she saw him lift his face and look at her. “Ji Sang, help me touch…”

Intoxicated by the alcohol and stimulated by his teasing for so long, Ji Sang’s head was spinning heavily, making it almost impossible to think. “Touch… touch what?”

Wen Jian held her hand and guided it towards his genitals.

The crimson object felt scorching hot, causing Ji Sang’s fingers to recoil as soon as they touched it. But Wen Jian didn’t give her a chance to escape; he held her small hand tightly.

Ji Sang felt like she was holding a burning hot iron rod. The sexual organ in her palm boldly and vigorously throbbed twice, almost slipping from her grasp…

Wen Jian’s breath suddenly became heavy, and a seductive muffled groan escaped his throat. “Ji Sang… move a little.”

Move…

How should she move?

Ji Sang was completely at a loss.

Although she had learned about human anatomy in biology class and knew that guys masturbated in their dorms, knowing about it was one thing, but experiencing it for the first time, she had no idea how to handle it.

Seeing her not moving, Wen Jian urged her, “Faster…”

Ji Sang was about to cry. “I… I don’t know how.”

Wen Jian held her hand and guided it up and down. “Like this.”

Ji Sang’s soft fingertips rubbed against the prominent veins of the shaft, while Wen Jian hugged her waist, guiding her hand toward his chest. Her perky breasts rubbed against his hard chest, creating friction that made her nipples tingle with sensitivity.

Wen Jian felt extremely pleasurable. Finding her movements too slow, he thrust his hips to speed up the rhythm in her hand. After dozens of thrusts, his glans suddenly swelled, and a thick, turbid ejaculation sprayed out, some of it directly landing on Ji Sang’s breasts, with a lascivious and lewd appearance.

Ji Sang immediately caught a whiff of the strong and pungent smell in the air. Her fingers quickly released the still erect shaft, and she looked at the liquid on her hand. “…Alright… it’s done.”

In her understanding, when a man ejaculates, it signifies the end.

She wanted to get out of bed and wash her hands, but in the next moment, Wen Jian grabbed her waist, tightly embracing her in his arms. His scorching breath blew against her shoulder.

“Alright? I’m hard again.”

…