Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know.

"Are you crazy? Do you even realize what you're doing?"

"I'm perfectly clear-headed, Little Zhou. Don’t worry about my aunt or anyone else. This stays between us—just you and me."

Little Jia’s words were dripping with implication.

Zhou Yi pushed her hands away and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, silent.

Little Jia leaned her head against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Don’t you like me even a little?"

"That’s not the point. If I touch you, I have to take responsibility."

"What era are you living in? You’re still so... Ugh, never mind. I should’ve known you’d be like this. I never even asked you to take responsibility, yet here you are, obsessing over it. I’ve never met anyone so stubbornly principled."

She pressed kisses along his back, trailing up to his neck, leaving Zhou Yi rigid and unmoving.

"Let’s just do something fun together. Forget about society’s rules, okay?"

Little Jia nipped at his ear, determined to seduce him.

The more he resisted, the more she wanted to conquer him.

"If you’re after that kind of pleasure, plenty of men would jump at the chance. Why insist on me?"

"What are they worth? I only want you. It’s because I like you that I want this with you, but you won’t even give me a chance."

She climbed off the bed and settled onto his lap again.

Zhou Yi kept his expression cold, refusing to engage.

Yet this was exactly what Little Jia adored—his icy demeanor. The thought of him looking at her like that...

It was almost too much to bear.

"Then at least lull me to sleep, okay?"

Her voice softened, as if conceding.

Zhou Yi finally relented. "Fine. But lie down properly on your side."

"You’ll stay next to me?"

"...Fine."

Once in bed, Little Jia stared shamelessly at him.

Zhou Yi, worn down, lay beside her but kept a deliberate distance, as if an invisible line divided them.

Her bed was soft, fragrant with a sweet scent.

"Keeping so far away—afraid I’ll devour you?"

She pulled the blanket over them, inching closer until she pressed against his back, arms encircling him.

Zhou Yi radiated warmth, and under the covers, the chill vanished.

"So cozy now. The bed’s not cold at all—it’s getting hot, actually."

"Little Zhou, your hands are so much bigger than mine."

She interlaced their fingers, comparing sizes.

"Your muscles are so firm."

"Your hair is so thick too."

"What brand are these pants? Let me check."

Her hands grew restless beneath the sheets.

Soon, both were slick with sweat.

Zhou Yi’s voice turned rough. "You promised not to move. Go to sleep—it’s late."

Little Jia blinked innocently. "I was just massaging you. Didn’t it feel good?"

He finally snapped, flipping her onto her back. Their eyes locked, his gaze darkening. "You asked for this."

Little Jia grinned, straddling him before crashing her lips against his.

Zhou Yi’s kisses were too gentle, so she gasped, "I’m not made of glass. Be rougher."

That shattered his restraint. He pinned her wrists, his mouth claiming hers with bruising intensity.

Little Jia reveled in it.

This was what she craved!

Outside, rain began to fall, but inside, the heat only climbed.

Shadows of trees swayed wildly, just as the bed’s curtains trembled without pause.