(AN: I used the reference from the original. Chapter 61)
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Yang Xin's body trembled as she felt his breath on her ear, which was sensitive.
But when she lifted her head, she caught his gaze, which seemed fixed on her breasts. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind, and she couldn't help but find it amusing. His intelligence was beyond extraordinary. Could it be that his knowledge about this part was more mature than others?
Did this excessively mature child already know about adult things? She thought, a shiver running down her spine.
"Little brother, do you want to touch me?" Yang Xin smiled provocatively, looking at Ye Qingtian.
Hearing Yang Xin's words, Ye Qingtian was a bit stunned. Yang Xin was truly a bit too bold. But did she really have the nerve to say something like that to him!? Then he wouldn't hold back.
Yang Xin smiled slyly, her eyes half-closed and her voice soft like warm honey. She slowly leaned toward Ye Qingtian, letting her breasts almost touch his chest.
Ye Qingtian did not look away. He calmly and boldly observed her from head to toe. Inside, he was excited by the situation. Did she think she could provoke him freely like she did with Nie Li? Then he would make her understand that he could not be easily provoked.
"Want to play? Then let's play…"
"Are you really provoking me, big sister?" he asked with a slight smile, but his eyes were dark, hungry.
Yang Xin let out a low laugh and grabbed his hand.
"Big sister is just being kind… If it's with our little genius, I see no problem letting you touch this big sister."
Then, firmly holding his hand, she pulled it to her ample breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric.
"Go ahead. I won't bite."
The heat of her skin passed through the clothes like fire.
Ye Qingtian squeezed without ceremony. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, feeling the perfect firmness and weight in his hands. He massaged slowly, causing visible shivers to run through her body.
"You…" Yang Xin murmured between clenched teeth, her breath starting to fail.
"Feeling more sensitive today, big sister? So you won't mind if I do this, will you?" he whispered in her ear, sliding his hand slowly beneath the fabric to her bare skin.
Ye Qingtian smiled when he found her erect nipple, then pinched it with intention but gentleness.
"Ahh!"
A loud moan escaped Yang Xin's lips. Her body trembled against his. She had never imagined he would have such boldness, such firmness. She always thought he was just a curious boy… but his movements said otherwise.
"You should try Purple Mist Grass with Tiger's Gaze," he said teasingly, his finger twisting on the hardened nipple.
"These parts would get even more sensitive."
Yang Xin was gasping. Her face was burning.
She felt heat building between her legs, her intimacy throbbing, tightening involuntarily.
When he pressed from behind, his hands holding her breasts while his pelvis rubbed deliberately against her buttocks, she felt his growing hardness beneath his clothes—hard and hot, pressing directly against her skin.
"He's… turned on?" she shivered, stunned.
But he only pinched her nipple harder, drawing another moan from her lips.
"You started teasing me first, big sister. Now deal with it."
Yang Xin tried to keep control, but her body betrayed her. Her hips moved slightly backward, seeking more contact. That was when she felt the tip of him, beneath his thin pants, pressing exactly where it shouldn't.
"Ahh… n-no…" Yang Xin took a quick step forward, pulling away, her face completely flushed.
She held her own breasts, still burning with pleasure. Her legs were weak. Suddenly, she realized her appearance was a little disheveled.
Her face was red, like she was drunk. She hurriedly stepped away to disguise the strange feeling in her body. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Little brother, I'm going back to rest first. We'll talk about the formulas tomorrow."
Ye Qingtian laughed inside. His eyes were still fixed on her.
"All good! Good night, big sister," he said innocently, but with his cock still hard beneath his clothes. He left the courtyard satisfied, the touch and scent of her still on his hands.
Of course, he didn't want to end it there. But since she wasn't ready yet, he decided to wait a little longer. At that moment, he already marked her as one of his women.
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[Inside the courtyard]
Yang Xin stood still for a moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"What was that? I… almost lost control."
She knew she was older, more experienced, and that this was probably just a game. But her body screamed otherwise. She felt her panties wet and clinging to her body. Her intimacy was throbbing, begging for relief.
Because of her high status, most guys trying to approach her had ulterior motives. That's why Yang Xin preferred to relieve herself alone late at night, by herself, rather than let those pigs even touch her sacred body.
But with Ye Qingtian… this young man seemed to have an aura that attracted her in a unique way. If not for her strong mental strength, she would have definitely been carried away by him today.
Sighing deeply, she headed to the bathtub inside her room.
"I need to cool my head… and relieve my body."
Her clothes slipped off her shoulders, revealing warm skin marked by recent touches. The marks of Ye Qingtian's fingers were clearly visible on her fair skin. Her nipples were still hard, eager for more touches like those.
She got into the bathtub and let the hot water wrap her body. But it didn't help. Images of Ye Qingtian kept coming back. His body, his firm hands, the hardness pressing against her buttocks…
Yang Xin's fingers slid slowly between her legs, uncontrolled.
"Ahh…" A long, lustful moan echoed in the bathroom.
She bit her lip, trying not to think about him, but something in her body had clearly been awakened that night. The bold touch of the boy—no, the man hidden in that young body—would keep her mind restless for a long time.
This would undoubtedly be a sleepless night for Yang Xin.
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[Elsewhere]
After saying goodbye to Xiao Lan at the entrance, Ye Qingtian returned to his parents' house. His body was still impregnated with the warm, intoxicating feminine fragrance of Yang Xin. A scent that seemed to cling to his skin. With a small disappointed smile, he used a cleansing technique he had learned in the past to remove the feminine essence.
If he were alone, he clearly wouldn't mind leaving that perfume on him. But Ye Ziyun would be sleeping with him that night, and he didn't want her to notice anything strange.
Still, thinking of her sent warmth through his body. He already imagined the moment he would enter the room, see Ye Ziyun lying there, ready to embrace him as always did. Her soft touch against his skin, the way she cuddled, breathing slowly and calmly, was his comfort—and his temptation.
He could barely wait to slide his arms around her waist, feel her warm body against his, and hear her calm sigh. The thought made him restless and anxious, a mixture of tenderness and desire, quickening his pace involuntarily.
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