Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

Gu Zhihua sighed deeply. She thought that finding her biological parents would bring her more family affection, but instead she was left feeling disheartened.

She longed for her adoptive parents, for they were the ones who truly loved her. Fate had played a cruel trick on her; why was she born to the Song family?

Thinking of all this, tears unknowingly streamed down her face.

More than an hour later.

Mo Yeting had just come out of the bathroom.

He wore a pure white bathrobe, the belt at his waist casually tied in a knot, revealing his perfect pectoral muscles. His hair was casually dried with a towel, looking a little messy, but it did not detract from his outrageously handsome face.

Thinking of the interesting woman next door, he left his room and went next door. He knocked gently on the door, but there was no response, so he grasped the doorknob and opened it.

He glanced around but couldn't see her on the bed. Feeling a little nervous, he went into the room and found a delicate figure on the balcony. Her waist-length hair swayed gently in the wind, giving her a unique kind of beauty.

He strode toward her, but Gu Zhihua was lost in thought and didn't notice the person behind her.

It was her nose that first caught a faint scent of shower gel—it smelled so familiar, it was the man's scent.

She turned around and saw that the man was very close to her, almost touching her.

When Mo Yeting saw that her face was covered in tears and her nose was red, like a bullied kitten, he pulled her into his arms without thinking.

Seeing her like this, I really want to pin her down and bully her. What should I do? Am I going too far?

But she looks beautiful when she cries. What's wrong with me? I really want to bully her, I really want to make her beg for mercy...

Gu Zhihua had no idea what the man was thinking. The sudden embrace made her heart race. Feeling lost, she placed her hands on his chest, trying to get out of his arms.

A woman's soft body, wriggling in his arms, is a fatal temptation.

His voice became unusually hoarse and deep, "If you move around again, I can't guarantee what I'll do to you, after all, I'm a normal man."

Upon hearing his words, Gu Zhihua froze, afraid to move, but her heart raced and her breathing became rapid.

Her warm breath sprayed onto Mo Yeting's chest, making him feel a tingling sensation. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he grabbed her chin, lowering his head to kiss her.

"Hmm..." Gu Zhihua's beautiful eyes widened, and she grabbed his bathrobe with her small hands.

This was her first kiss. She didn't know how to kiss, and she almost forgot how to breathe. She felt like she was going to suffocate. Could she be the first person in history to suffocate while kissing?

Just as she thought this, Mo Yeting pulled away from her lips. "First kiss?"

She blushed and nodded, "Mmm."

"You can't even breathe properly. I'll train you slowly later." He curled his lips into a smile.

"Train him slowly later?" So, does that mean he'll kiss her again later? Gu Zhihua cursed inwardly, "You scoundrel, are you trying to act innocent after getting what you want?"

"Get some rest." Mo Yeting said before turning and leaving.

Gu Zhihua thought this man must be seriously ill. He inexplicably came over, stole her first kiss, and then turned and left?

Just as she thought that, she realized what she was thinking. Wouldn't it be better if he left?

Mo Yeting returned to his room and took a cold shower. He looked at his unruly brother and said, "Can't you have any backbone? Where's your self-control? If you don't behave, I'll... never mind."

He sighed deeply; another long, cold shower was about to begin...