A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

Thinking he had woken the person up, Xiao Jingye's heart tightened, and his body instantly stiffened.

Fortunately, the girl did not open her eyes, but only slightly furrowed her brows. In her sleep, she subconsciously raised her hand and fumbled to unfasten the tight bra clasp behind her.

After shedding its constraints, it fell into a deep sleep again.

Xiao Jingye held his breath and pulled the person firmly into his arms in a completely possessive posture.

Warm and fragrant, soft and delicate, charming and tender.

She looked exceptionally petite in his strong embrace.

The girl's small hands pressed against his firm chest, her toes brushed against the skin of his calves, and her face was buried in the crook of his neck, the warm breath from her soft breathing swirling around his neck.

At that moment, Xiao Jingye felt that even dying would be worthwhile.

He took deep breaths, greedily inhaling the continuous fragrance emanating from her body.

The hand around her waist slowly caressed her; the girl's waist was slender and fleshy, not the thin type.

Her buttocks were also quite perky and round. Xiao Jingye could still recall the satisfying feeling of pinching them last time.

At this moment, his hand was caressing her soft waist, and his large hand unconsciously slid upwards...

He placed his palm on the ground and let out a low sigh.

This is even softer than a steamed bun, who can resist it?

Xiao Jingye only touched it briefly before withdrawing his hand. Afraid of waking the person, he didn't dare to go too far.

I just endured it until I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

When the rooster crowed, the light was dim, a thin layer of snow fell under the eaves, and the cold air seeped into the room through the window cracks.

Qingyan stirred in the bedding, wanting to stretch, but just as she was about to raise her hand, she felt something was wrong.

A calm and constant warmth emanated from her through the thin fabric of her clothes, and the place her hand touched felt like a warm and solid wall.

She opened her eyes groggily, her vision clearing from blurry to sharp.

What comes into view is the man's smooth jawline, his handsome and aloof face so close, with distinct features and deep-set eyes.

And his own hand was touching the other person's broad chest.

Beneath his palms, firm muscles rose and fell gently with his steady, long breaths, and his heartbeat was deep and powerful.

The intense, domineering aura of masculine hormones sent a shiver down Qingyan's spine.

She looked completely bewildered, her lips slightly parted.

Upon closer inspection, I realized this was clearly someone else's bed and territory. How did I end up here?

The man's strong arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in his warm embrace.

The two were pressed close together, so intimate that there was no gap between them, and their posture was too ambiguous.

The next second, Qingyan vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

She instinctively reached out and shoved it aside.

In an instant, she realized what was happening, and her face turned bright red.

Waaaaah, she doesn't want this hand anymore.

"Hmm..." A low, sexy moan came from above. "What are you doing?"

Xiao Jingye grabbed her on the spot.

Qingyan was so embarrassed she wished she could just die on the spot!

"You...how come you're sleeping in the same bed as me?" she asked fiercely, taking the initiative.

Xiao Jingye moved his arm, which had gone numb from being used as a pillow, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and looked down at her.

Her voice, slightly hoarse from just waking up, said, "Get this straight, this is my bed."

He gently lifted the last remaining corner of the blanket to show her: "So that's why I was freezing to death last night, it turns out you came and stole my blanket."

Qingyan propped her head up and saw that his entire back was exposed to the cold air.

She instinctively pulled the blanket up around him, saying, "Yes, I'm sorry... I might have been dreaming."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to climb back to her side.

Xiao Jingye grabbed her waist with his large hand and pulled her back into his arms.

His dark eyes stared intently at her: "Why were you touching my 78 just now?"

Upon hearing this, Qingyan felt as if her ears had been pricked, and she hurriedly covered his mouth.

He lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk nonsense! I didn't."

"You have it." Xiao Jingye's voice was muffled in her hand.

"I don't!"

"You have."

The two of them argued back and forth for a couple of rounds.

Qingyan was at her wit's end. She pursed her lips and asked him softly, "What do you want?"

His gaze fell on her chest, and Qingyan also looked down. Then she quickly crossed her arms to protect her chest, feeling ashamed and hot all over.

Help! She knew that her bra must have been too tight while she was sleeping last night, and she must have untied it in her sleep.

Xiao Jingye swallowed hard: "Let me touch you, consider it my way of returning the favor."

That scoundrel, I knew he was no good!

Qingyan was both embarrassed and angry. She raised her delicate eyebrows and glared at him, then kicked his strong leg: "Don't even think about it!"

After saying that, she struggled to break free from his embrace and climbed back into her own bed on the other side.

Xiao Jingye groaned softly. Her weak kicks felt like a kitten's scratch, making him feel even hotter.

......

After getting dressed in bed, Qingyan got up.

Not long after breakfast, Li Jun's mother arrived.

She led her child and kept bowing to Qiao Qingyan and the others to express her gratitude for taking care of her child.

"It's all my fault. I knew his dad was a drunkard, but I still left him in that house..."

Qingyan instructed, "He has bruises on his body and chilblains on his hands. You'd better take him to town for a check-up and see if there are any other hidden injuries."

"Oh, thank you so much, Teacher Qiao. You've really gone to so much trouble."

Li Jun's mother responded repeatedly, thanked him profusely, and then led Li Jun away.

Two days later, Li Jun returned to school to resume classes.

He was dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and looked radiant. Seeing that he was in better spirits, Qiao Qingyan finally felt completely relieved.

-

On the Qiao family's side, Qiao Nianshan had a dream last night.

In his dream, his deceased ex-wife tearfully accused him of favoritism and injustice, of mistreating his own daughter Qingyan while favoring and indulging other people's children.

Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Qiao Nianshan's heart.

After waking up from the dream, Qiao Nianshan was in turmoil. He quietly went to the street, bought a stack of yellow paper, and went alone to pay his respects at his deceased wife's grave.

After school that day, students walked out of the school gate in twos and threes. Qiao Yi mingled in the crowd and spotted Qiao Nianshan standing by the roadside with a bag of pastries in his hand.

He was overjoyed, thinking that his father had come to pick him up from school, and ran forward quickly.

After running over, Qiao Nianshan simply patted his head without saying anything.

"Dad, what delicious food did you buy?" Qiao Yi leaned forward, staring longingly at the bag.

Qiao Nianshan hid the bag behind his back: "These are for your sister."

Qiao Yi licked his lips: "Dad, I can smell the aroma, I want to eat it too."

Qiao Nianshan spotted Qiao Qingyan walking out of the school gate in the distance and immediately stepped forward to call out to her, "Qingyan!"

"Father, what brings you here?" Qiao Qingyan was quite surprised to see him.

"I saw some nice pastries on the street today, so I bought you a bag." Qiao Nianshan handed the pastries to her.

Qiao Qingyan was flattered and slightly furrowed her brow, but didn't take the gift: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Qiao Nianshan was suddenly stung by his daughter's words. He had rarely cared about her in the past, so her sudden concern made her wary.

Qiao Nianshan said in a deep voice, "If it's nothing else, does a father need a reason to buy a bag of pastries for his daughter? Here you go."

"No need, you can take it back and give it to Qiao Yi," Qingyan declined, saying she didn't want it.

"I bought this especially for you." Qiao Nianshan stuffed the pastries into her arms. "Don't overthink it. I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to come and see you."

After saying that, Qiao Nianshan led Qiao Yi back.

Qingyan looked down at the pastries in her hand, standing there at a loss for what to do for a while.

When Xiao Jingye heard about this at home, he shrugged and said, "Maybe your dad has finally come to his senses and knows how to love his daughter."

Meanwhile, Qiao Yi remained sullen and unhappy.

After putting down his schoolbag, he immediately ran to the kitchen to complain to his mother: "Mom, Dad bought a big bag of pastries for my second sister at school today, and he didn't give me a single bite!"

Chen Xiuying was so startled that she dropped the spoon she was holding: "What did you say?"

"Really! Those pastries looked expensive, and Dad gave them all to Second Sister!"

Chen Xiuying stood at the kitchen door, looking at Qiao Nianshan's back in the yard, and muttered to herself: Why did he suddenly change his attitude and treat his daughter so well?

She looked her son up and down, her brows furrowed.

Could it be... that Qiao Nianshan knows something?