After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Jiang Dusheng's hand had somehow climbed up Xie Jinchen's neck, and his breathing became completely disordered.

Xie Jinchen's kiss gradually moved down, landing on Jiang Dusheng's slender neck, leaving a red mark.

He deftly untied the sash with one hand, and his robe opened to reveal a light green undergarment underneath.

Faint damp patches had already spread across the undulating areas.

Xie Jinchen's eyes darkened instantly. He lowered his head and buried his face in the astonishing cleavage through the thin fabric of his clothes.

A faint milky aroma wafted through the air.

Xie Jinchen couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Jiang Dusheng trembled and involuntarily arched his body, getting even closer to him.

A strange pleasure mixed with a slight throbbing pain swept over her, causing her toes to curl up.

She twisted her waist in discomfort, but Xie Jinchen held her down beneath him.

"Xie Jinchen...don't..." Jiang Dusheng hadn't experienced this feeling in a long time, and tried to push him away, but his hands were weak and powerless against Xie Jinchen's chest.

Xie Jinchen looked up, his eyes filled with an intense, overwhelming desire, his voice hoarse:

"Didn't you say your waist was tight? Let me see where it's tight..."

As he spoke, his large hand slipped inside her skirt.

His palms were burning hot, calloused, and sent shivers down the spines of those who touched them.

Xie Jinchen's kiss landed again, moving down along the collarbone, finally tearing away the obstructing fabric and completely seizing that undulating high place.

This time, it was an unrestricted skin-to-skin contact, and the warm touch made Jiang Dusheng's scalp tingle.

On the other side, Xie Jinchen was not neglected either, his shape constantly changing at his slender fingertips.

Jiang Dusheng felt like he was about to melt.

Soft, fragmented sounds escaped from his lips uncontrollably.

Jiang Dusheng wanted to bury her face in the thin blanket beside her, but Xie Jinchen pinched her chin and turned her around, kissing her again and swallowing all her sobs.

Finally, with the last barrier removed, both of them let out a satisfied sigh.

The unfamiliar yet familiar environment sent a chill down Xie Jinchen's spine, causing him to pause for a moment.

Jiang Dusheng, overwhelmed by the long-awaited shock, tilted his head back and let out a long, drawn-out sob.

In the quiet inner room, the chaise lounge creaked slightly under its weight.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Xie Jinchen's movements suddenly froze.

The sudden interruption almost made him lose his composure.

A vein throbbed slightly on his forehead, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

I had forgotten to close the door.

But the arrow is already on the bowstring; how can it be stopped?

To withdraw now would be agonizing not only for him, but also for Jiang Dusheng in his arms…

In a flash, Xie Jinchen's eyes darkened, and almost instinctively, he picked up Jiang Dusheng.

The sudden leap and movement startled Jiang Dusheng, who gasped as his fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulder and back.

Xie Jinchen flashed, so fast that only a blur remained. In the last instant before the old woman's footsteps entered the outer room, he carried Jiang Dusheng and slipped into the huge rosewood cabinet inside the room.

The cabinet door closed silently, completely shutting out the spring light from the room.

Immediately afterwards, the old nanny respectfully inquired, "Madam, are you inside? This old servant has come to fetch the young master for his bath."

Although the closet was spacious, it was crammed with clothes, and the two of them were still in the same position, making the space feel incredibly cramped.

In the darkness, each other's breath and body temperature were magnified infinitely.

Jiang Dusheng was so shocked and stimulated by this series of events that his mind went blank.

She clung tightly to Xie Jinchen, her whole body trembling slightly, but she bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

Outside, the old woman's questioning voice came clearly: "Madam?"

Inside the cabinet, Xie Jinchen's condition wasn't much better.

Forced to stop, the pent-up impulse was almost bursting out of my chest.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Xie Jinchen held Jiang Dusheng in his arms, and because the cabinet was cramped, they could only move very slowly.

A suppressed groan escaped from his throat, like a trapped beast.

"Huh? He's not here?" The old woman muttered to herself outside the door. "Could it be that he took the young master to the garden?"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The moment the footsteps outside the door completely disappeared.

The string of reason in Xie Jinchen's mind snapped completely.

He didn't even have time to bring Jiang Dusheng out of the closet before he completely lost control in this dark and cramped space.

The sturdy rosewood wardrobe began to shake uncontrollably, making irregular noises.

The brass buckles on the cabinet doors clanged against each other, making a soft, tinkling sound.

The clothes hanging in the closet slid against my skin; the silk was smooth, the brocade was heavy, adding to the indescribable tactile experience.

"Thank... Thank you, Jinchen, you... bastard..."

The wardrobe shook more and more violently, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Clothes slipped off with a rustling sound and piled up at his feet.

A sliver of light peeked through the crack in the cabinet door, outlining an undulating silhouette.