Xiang Ri felt a wave of satisfaction, the soft and slippery sensation from his hand sending waves of pleasure through him, almost overwhelming him with delight. Just as he was about to proceed further, however, to his surprise, Miss Anxin swiftly pressed his hand down, halting his intentions just as it was about to reach below her waist.
"You're breaking your promise!" Anxin's face flushed a deep red, her eyes equally reddened, brimming with tears that seemed on the verge of falling like a sudden downpour.
Seeing her about to burst into tears, Xiang Ri panicked and immediately stopped his actions. "What's wrong, Xinxin? Don't cry—did I hurt you?"
Although Xiang Ri nervously called her "Xinxin" in an attempt to soothe her, Miss Anxin appeared entirely unmoved, the mist in her eyes only gathering thicker.
"I knew it! You don't truly care about me at all. All you care about is my body…" Her voice trembled as tears finally spilled over. "If it's my body you want, then take it!"
With that, she released her hold on his hand, turned her face away, and refused to look at him again.
Xiang Ri froze for a moment before realizing the reason behind Anxin's sudden outburst. She must have lost trust in him because he had promised not to "misbehave," only to catch her off guard with an impulsive act.
This was a grave issue—Xiang Ri couldn't allow his image to be tarnished, especially in the heart of the woman he cared for.
Retracting his hand, he gently turned her face back toward him, his expression solemn. "Xinxin, look at me!"
Anxin, resigned to letting him do as he pleased, felt a flicker of surprise when instead of succumbing to animalistic urges, he gently cupped her face, locking eyes with her. This unexpected tenderness filled her heart with a sweetness she couldn't ignore, though her voice remained defiant.
"What do you want now? Are you just going to spout more empty words to deceive me? Fine, deceive me all you want—I've already been fooled by you countless times!"
"Foolish girl!" Xiang Ri chuckled softly, pinching her nose affectionately. A wave of emotion swept over him as he marveled at the contrast between the stubborn yet vulnerable woman before him and the domineering, temperamental Anxin he had once known.
It was a strange feeling, akin to knowing something intimately only for it to transform into something entirely new in the blink of an eye.
With eyes full of affection, he continued, "Xinxin, I don't just love your body—I love your heart even more. To me, your heart is far more precious than anything else."
"Liars! All lies!" Though her words were filled with skepticism, the glimmer of joy in her eyes and the curve of her lips betrayed her true feelings. Clearly, she was satisfied with his response.
But then, as if suddenly recalling something, her tone hardened, and she seemed to revert to her commanding persona. "Wait a second—what did you just say? That my heart is more important than my body? Are you saying my figure isn't good enough?"
Xiang Ri was momentarily dumbfounded. Had his sincere flattery somehow backfired? Realizing now wasn't the time for overthinking, he quickly sought to salvage the situation. "How could that be, Xinxin? To me, your figure is perfect—no one can compare!"
"What about Qingqing and Chuchu?" Anxin asked slyly, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Um… well, your figures are equally beautiful!" Xiang Ri stammered, caught off guard by her unexpected question.
As her gaze sharpened, he instantly understood what she was scheming. However, being a clever man, he knew better than to expose her plans outright. Otherwise, she might resort to even more difficult questions just to extract the satisfaction she sought.
"Hmph, you pass… barely," Anxin muttered, her tone tinged with mild disappointment. If he had said her figure was the best, it would have been perfect.
Yet she also knew such a desire was unreasonable. After all, she couldn't claim sole possession of the man before her.
This thought brought a pang of sorrow to her heart. She realized she didn't actually feel indifferent about him being with other women—she had merely been forcing herself to ignore it to avoid deeper pain.
Unaware of the changes in her expression, Xiang Ri, relieved that the misunderstanding had been resolved, reverted to his playful self. With a cheeky grin, he said, "Wife, it's already late. Let's go to sleep—tomorrow we still have class."
Anxin, of course, saw through his intentions. Shooting him a sharp glance, she retorted, "We can sleep, but if you try anything, I'll kick you off the bed!"
"Well…" Xiang Ri's face instantly fell, realizing all his efforts to conserve his energy were now in vain.
Having just declared that her heart was more important than her body, there was no way he could shamelessly go back on his word. Otherwise, she might truly start to doubt his sincerity and think he only valued her for her body.
A sense of frustration welled up within him, as if he had inadvertently trapped himself with his own words.
Perhaps moved by his crestfallen expression, or for reasons unknown even to herself, Miss Anxin suddenly spoke words that brought him from despair back to ecstasy. "If you promise not to think of anything improper, I'll let you… touch me once."
"Really?" Though nothing too outrageous could happen, at least it was better than nothing. Xiang Ri's eyes lit up, nearly drooling as he eagerly asked, "Anywhere I want?"
"Absolutely not!" Anxin replied with a triumphant look, clearly relishing his frustration. "Only above the waist—if you can't stick to that, then you can go back to your room to sleep!"
Though a bit disappointed, Xiang Ri raised his hand and swore solemnly not to overstep the boundary. Monotonous as it might be, it was still better than nothing.
Only then did Anxin sit up, and as she moved, Xiang Ri caught a clearer view. He couldn't help but admire his earlier method of using his leg to test whether she was wearing long pants—because she certainly wasn't.
Her lower half was clad in nothing but a pair of white panties, snugly outlining a certain triangular area. The style was similar to the one he had "borrowed" from her before. So, she really does have a preference for white, Xiang Ri mused, his thoughts wandering in an unrestrained daydream.
Under the fiery gaze of the man, Anxin slowly slipped off her silk blouse, revealing a swath of pristine, snow-white skin. Naturally, the place he most yearned to see remained modestly concealed beneath a delicate white "fabric covering." Unfortunately for him, it seemed Anxin had no intention of removing it, leaving it firmly in place.
"Why not take this off?" Xiang Ri grumbled, pointing at the white bra encasing her chest, swallowing hard despite himself. Though he had glimpsed it twice before—once when she accidentally soaked herself while helping him bathe, revealing only a vague outline, and another time in the icy beauty's bedroom, albeit from a distance—it had never been as stunning as this up-close encounter.
He had initially estimated her at a respectable 32C, a figure he thought generous enough. Yet now, seeing her so intimately, he realized he had clearly underestimated. By his conservative reckoning, it had to be at least a 33C+.
"You're so annoying!" Anxin had initially planned to take it off, but under the man's unrelenting, intense gaze, she suddenly felt a wave of shyness. She darted under the covers, her voice barely above a whisper, as soft as a buzzing fly: "I'll take it off inside here."
"Understood, understood." Watching her bashful demeanor only made Xiang Ri's excitement soar to even greater heights, leaving him questioning his ability to restrain himself.
What she said next, however, nearly pushed him over the edge: "You can touch, but no squeezing!"
Xiang Ri was deeply frustrated. Though he had indulged his hands to their fullest, his true physical urges remained unresolved. To make matters worse, lying beside him was an almost completely bare beauty—one who could be touched but not tasted. This unrelenting torment kept him awake until the early hours of two or three in the morning before exhaustion finally overtook him. By that time, a certain Miss An had long since nestled comfortably against his arm and drifted off to dreamland with serene ease.
Adding to his frustration, just as dawn broke, Xiang Ri was rudely awakened by someone shaking him awake. The culprit was none other than the very same Miss An, who had spent the night nestled cozily in his arms, sleeping soundly.
"Xiang Kui, wake up!" Anxin's voice carried a trace of urgency, as though something of great importance awaited him.
"Don't bother me, Xin Xin, let me sleep a bit longer…" Xiang Ri barely cracked his eyes open before pulling the soft, warm body in his arms even closer. As he did, his left hand, resting on her chest, gave an unconscious squeeze to the supple flesh beneath.
"Annoying!" Anxin let out a soft, flustered whimper. Though she had long lost count of how many times he had groped her, the night's rest had nearly erased the sensation from her mind. Now, with his heated hand reigniting that familiar jolt of emotion and shame, she became both embarrassed and angry. Her tone turned sharp as she snapped, "Get up now, or I'll kick you out of bed!"
When she saw that Xiang Ri still showed no signs of moving, her irritation only grew. This guy—did he really think she wouldn't dare kick him out of bed? How infuriating!
Calling out to him once more, yet still receiving no response, Anxin gritted her teeth in frustration. Freeing one hand, she mercilessly pinched the soft flesh at his waist and twisted it hard. "If you don't get up now, I'm really going to kick you out of bed!"
Unable to bear the disturbance any longer, Xiang Ri cracked open one sleepy eye and mumbled, "Honey, just let me sleep a little longer, okay? Whatever it is, can't it wait until I'm awake?"
"No way!" Anxin interrupted him before he could finish, her tone brimming with indignation. "Have you already forgotten what you promised yesterday? You swore you'd return to your own room early in the morning to avoid being caught by Chu Chu or Qing Qing! Look at you now, still lounging around in my bed…"
"Huh?" Xiang Ri smacked his forehead, suddenly recalling that it had indeed been his own suggestion to prevent any awkward scenarios. If Chu Chu or his disciple decided to make a surprise inspection of his room and found it empty, the consequences would be catastrophic.
The thought snapped him halfway to full alertness. He began to sit up but hesitated, unable to part with the warm, silky figure nestled against him. Reluctantly, he slid back under the covers. A sly glint flickered in his eyes as he asked, "Xin Xin, what time is it now?"
"Why do you care what time it is? Get up, you lazy bum!" Anxin snapped, her dissatisfaction palpable as she tightened her grip.
Deep down, she was anxious—fearful that their secret might be discovered by her former friends. Such an exposure would leave her utterly humiliated, especially since she wasn't ready to reveal their relationship to the world.
Thus, her top priority was to send the man back to his own room without delay.
However, Xiang Ri, glancing out the window, noticed the sky was still dim. It was barely dawn—likely not even six o'clock yet. Based on his knowledge of the two women's routines, they wouldn't be up for at least another hour. That meant he still had time—plenty of time for a little mischief.
"Heh, heh." Xiang Ri's grin widened as he confirmed his safety. This period of peace was an opportunity he wasn't about to waste.
"What are you planning? Hurry up and leave, or Chu Chu and the others will catch you!" Anxin's urgency increased as she noticed the growing mischief in his smile.
"Relax, it's still early." With that, Xiang Ri tightened his hold on the wriggling Anxin, who was trying to escape his embrace. Drawing her closer, he leaned in and whispered, "You know, it's always been me making the first move. Isn't it time for you to take the initiative for once?"
Before she could respond, Xiang Ri puckered his lips, clearly waiting for her to offer a kiss.
"Ugh, you're so annoying!" Anxin's face flushed a deep crimson. This was the first time she'd ever considered being the one to kiss him first.
"Will you kiss me or not? If you don't, I'm not leaving—I'll just wait here until Chu Chu and the others come to get me," Xiang Ri declared, exploiting Anxin's weak spot as a bargaining chip.
"I absolutely despise you!" Anxin shot him a sharp glare. Judging by his expression, if she didn't give in and kiss him, he really might not leave.
Left with no other choice, she leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against his, then immediately withdrew, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Xiang Ri, however, felt utterly dissatisfied. To him, it was nothing more than the faintest touch, utterly devoid of any flavor. "That's it? That was way too quick! No, it has to be at least a long, romantic French kiss."
"All you ever do is bully me..." Anxin muttered under her breath. But she knew that until he had his way, there was no chance he'd budge. Moreover, with her entire body still firmly under his control, she had no choice but to reluctantly offer a proper kiss.
This time, Xiang Ri was thoroughly satisfied. To ensure she couldn't pull away prematurely, he pressed his hand gently against the back of her head, prolonging the kiss until he finally let her go after what felt like an eternity.
"Happy now?" Anxin cast him a sidelong glance, her face still flushed.
"Almost," Xiang Ri replied, the embodiment of someone who always wanted more. Despite having gained so much, he immediately began scheming for further indulgence. "Xin Xin, since I'm about to leave, shouldn't you give me a little..."
"No way!" Anxin cut him off instantly. She knew exactly what he was hinting at. If she relented now, he would only press further, and that would inevitably lead to a situation far beyond her control.
The thought of accidentally alarming Chu Chu or anyone else terrified her. She couldn't bear such exposure—it would leave her utterly mortified.
"Sigh," Xiang Ri let out a dramatic sigh, his face a mask of disappointment, though most of it was feigned.
His goal was to stir her pity, hoping she might soften and grant his wish. Yet, seeing no trace of sympathy on her face, Xiang Ri finally relented, though with a touch of genuine frustration. "Fine, I'll leave for now..."
As he spoke, his tone abruptly shifted to one of mock severity. "But next time, if you dare to refuse your husband again, you'd better watch out—I might just enforce some 'family discipline!'"
Unfortunately for him, Anxin seemed entirely unfazed by his threats. She was already waving him off dismissively. "Got it, got it. Oh, and make sure to close the door on your way out."
Just as Xiang Ri turned to leave, her nonchalant tone made him spin around, his expression suddenly fierce as though he might pounce on her at any moment. "What did you just say?"
Anxin immediately straightened up, her attitude meek. "Nothing! I didn't say anything. Why are you so aggressive?"
"Hmph!" Xiang Ri snorted, finally satisfied. Though the hour was still early, he decided it was best to return to his room before anything went wrong. Once he warmed his bed back up, Chu Chu and the others wouldn't suspect he'd spent the entire night in Anxin's room.
At least, that was the plan.
Reality, however, often has a way of derailing plans. Just as he opened Anxin's door, he found himself face-to-face with a pair of bright, inquisitive eyes. The eyes' owner was staring at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity, as though utterly unable to comprehend why this particular someone would be emerging so early from her friend's room.
"Master? Why are you..."
"This..." Xiang Ri stammered, completely unprepared for such an encounter. Struggling to find words, he finally latched onto the most absurd excuse—one his student herself had once used. "Anxin said she was afraid to sleep alone in the dark, so I..."
So you what?
The answer was glaringly obvious.