Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

"Um?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, his eyes dark and deep, like unyielding ink.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, sweeping over her sweat-dampened temples and flushed cheeks.

Finally, it landed on the wisteria blossom in her hand, which was already somewhat broken.

"Not... enough swinging yet?"

Liu Yunshu naturally understood his implied meaning, her cheeks burning even hotter, but she refused to admit defeat.

She clenched the last remaining flower between her fingers and gently poked it into his chest, the force more of a provocation than a protest.

"Of course it's not enough..."

Her voice softened further, like melted honey, stickily clinging to me.

"Just now... you were always bullying people, one minute... the next minute... where was there any satisfaction?"

These words were half complaint and half coquettish, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying an unconscious sweetness and allure.

Like a kitten's paw, it gently scratched at Han Fei's heart, making him itch terribly.

Han Fei chuckled softly, his laughter filled with pleasure and indulgence.

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers pinching her delicate chin, forcing her to tilt her head back and look him in the eye.

His fingertips, calloused from kissing, rubbed her lips, slightly swollen and full of rosy color, with extreme slowness and possessiveness.

His eyes were as deep as the midnight sea, the surging emotions within them not yet fully subsided.

Even because of her teasing, there was a faint tendency for them to converge again, and that dark vortex almost completely swallowed and drowned the person in her arms.

"Oh?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a honey-coated poison, tempting one to fall into its trap.

"So it was my fault... I failed to satisfy my little Nanfeng."

Before he could finish speaking, the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her soft body even closer to him.

"That……"

He leaned down, his burning lips brushing lightly against the corner of her sensitive lips, his hot breath mingling completely with her sweet breath.

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, carrying a dangerous tenderness and determination, as if about to break free from its cage.

"I will stay with you..."

"I'll keep going until you say it yourself... enough."

"how?"

As the last word was uttered, the air inside the warm pavilion seemed to freeze and heat up.

Liu Yunshu felt a sudden dizziness, and her vision flipped.

When she came to her senses, she wasn't being held in his arms as she had expected, but rather...

Face down, somewhat bewildered, he lay sprawled on the large wooden plank of the swing.

The swing board, made of crabapple wood, was polished to a smooth and warm finish, and it swayed slightly at that moment.

She raised her eyes blankly, and her gaze met the blooming crabapple blossoms in front of her.

The pink and white flowers clustered on the branches, and in the sunlight streaming through the window, the petals were as thin as cicada wings, with a transparent luster at the edges.

It trembled gently before her eyes as the breeze and the swing swayed softly.

"Jun Huai..."

She blinked, her long eyelashes brushing against the wooden board, her voice filled with a dazed and confused feeling, as if she were not yet fully awake.

"Is this...is this some new swing position?"

Han Fei did not answer immediately.

He stood behind the swing, his hands gripping the thick hemp ropes on both sides of the swing tightly.

The knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion, and the veins on the back of the hand were faintly visible.

His gaze, deep and undisguisedly intense, fell upon her beautifully curved buttocks, which were naturally raised due to her prone position.

That gaze was almost tangible, as if it could pierce through layers upon layers of...

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and the swallowing motion could be clearly heard in the quiet, warm room.

She still did not answer her question.

He simply and gently pushed the rope with a steady wrist, and a skillful force was transmitted along the rope.

"Squeak—"

The swing responded to the call and began to move, swaying gently and slowly back and forth.

At first, it was just a slight sway, but it was enough to make her feel unbalanced and caught her off guard.

He subconsciously raised his arms and braced himself against the wooden plank in front of him with both hands.

The waistline also sags slightly, forming...

Han Fei stood behind the swing, his gaze fixed on her without leaving her side.

Liu Yunshu felt uneasy from the slow yet continuous swaying.

She couldn't help but turn around and glare reproachfully at the "culprit" behind her.

However, she was completely unaware of what she looked like at that moment—

The red marks at the corners of her eyes, caused by the previous kiss and her current embarrassment, had not yet faded, but instead appeared even more vibrant.

When those almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with moisture, glared at people, they showed absolutely no intimidation.

On the contrary, because her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and her eyes were filled with lingering moisture, it was as if she was silently coquettishly holding a pool of rippling spring water.

The tip of her nose flushed a lovely pink from her slightly rapid breathing.

Her lips parted slightly unconsciously, revealing a glimpse of her pearly white teeth.

It seemed like a mix of anger and resentment, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated...

This state of mind does nothing to stop anything.

Instead, it more easily touches the most hidden chord in people's hearts, making viewers' hearts itch and their blood surge.

Han Fei looked at her, her expression a mix of unawareness, pure charm, and innocent anger.

His eyes darkened even more in an instant, and the dark fire surging within them was almost about to burst forth.

He deliberately loosened his grip the moment the swing reached its highest point and her body leaned slightly forward!

"ah--!"

The swing lost its forward thrust and suddenly swung backward due to inertia!

Liu Yunshu exclaimed in surprise, her center of gravity shifted backward instantly, and she fell backward uncontrollably!

Han Fei leaned down, his broad chest pressing tightly against her slender back without leaving a single gap.

With lightning speed, he grabbed her slender waist and held her firmly in his arms.

With his other hand, he gently gripped her small chin with an irresistible force, forcing her to turn her head.

Then, without the slightest pause, his lips, burning hot, pressed directly against her soft, red lips, which were slightly parted due to her gasp.

"Well……"

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, like a long-awaited downpour.

With an undeniable dominance and naked possessiveness, he instantly overwhelmed all her senses.

Then, the initial storm strangely transformed into a tender and lingering embrace.

He savored every inch of her sweetness with utmost tenderness.

He greedily swallowed all the soft, helpless moans and sobs that escaped from her throat.

The swing was still swaying gently, the soft sound of the ropes rubbing against the wooden planks mingling with the intertwined breaths of the two people, spreading throughout the warm room.

The deep kiss drained Liu Yunshu of all her strength, and her hands, which were supporting her on the wooden board, gradually went limp and lost their strength.

She could only instinctively raise her aching arms and loosely wrap them around his neck.

She let him take whatever he wanted from her lips, swept up in the surging tide of passion, her emotions rising and falling.

She didn't know how much time had passed, until the air in her lungs was almost completely drained, and her vision began to blur.

Han Fei finally stepped back a little, giving her some breathing space.

But his lips did not move away, remaining close yet distant to her lips, which were red, swollen, wet, and trembling slightly from his kisses.

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and languid, carrying a hint of mockery after being aroused.

"Why aren't you glaring anymore? Hmm?"

The warm breath brushed against her sensitive lips.

"Where did all that courage go?"

Liu Yunshu turned her head away, burying her face in her arms, refusing to look at him. Her earlobes were so red they looked like they could bleed, and even her voice had a thick nasal tone.

"Jun Huai...you're a scoundrel."

"A scoundrel?"

He opened his mouth and gently bit her bright red earlobe.

At the same time, the wrist holding the rope was gently released again.

"what!"

The swing started swinging again without warning, and Liu Yunshu cried out in surprise, instinctively gripping the rope even tighter.

"Then I'll just be a shameless rogue to the end."

His voice rang close to my ear, carrying a smile and an undeniable domineering air.

"Anyway... my little Nanfeng likes it very much, doesn't she?"

"The blue waves ripple, the red plum blossoms stand in the distance, and a faint fragrance wafts on the breeze."

He raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at the shy girl in his arms.

"South Wind, what do you think of this line that I came up with on the spur of the moment?"

However, before she could give any response—

He suddenly released his grip on her waist, abruptly straightened up, and firmly grasped the swing ropes with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, the arm muscles tensed, and with a sudden force, the arm pulled backward and then quickly pushed forward!

"ah--!"

The swing instantly swung into an arc much higher than before!

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

Liu Yunshu gasped in surprise, then tightly closed her eyes in fright.

Her slender fingers gripped the ropes on both sides tightly, so tightly that her knuckles turned bluish-white.

"Jun Huai! You...you cheated!"

The wind whistled past her ears as she spoke in a trembling voice.

"Cheating?"

Han Fei laughed loudly, the sound echoing in the spacious warm pavilion, filled with unbridled joy and pride.

"This tactic of mine was learned openly and honestly from you, Nanfeng. Isn't that what you said—that war is never without deception?"

Even so, he subtly loosened his grip, preventing the swing's arc from rising further.

Instead, let it sway slowly and gracefully, giving her a thrilling heartbeat without actually startling her.

Outside the warm pavilion, a gentle breeze swirled more pale purple wisteria petals, which fluttered and drifted into the window.

A few petals landed precisely on Liu Yunshu's sweat-dampened temples and the edge of her open collar.

She was forced to tilt her head back, enduring the caress of the wind and the gentle kisses of the petals.

The red mark at the corner of her eye, stained by lust and stimulation, became even more vibrant and dazzling under the bright sunlight, like a fine rouge spreading out.

"I... I was using military tactics for serious matters!"

She retorted breathlessly, her voice broken by the wind.

"This is...this is cheating!"

"Whether it's military strategy or cheating,"

Han Fei leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against her sweaty, smooth forehead, his voice overflowing with laughter and doting affection.

"My little south wind, tell me... is this exciting enough? Do you like it?"