The plot of <Dragon King> is all on my shoulders, it's not too much to ask for some reward, right?

"...No..." Jiang Anran's voice, like a bolt of lightning, split open the chaos in his heart, jolting him awake at the edge of the abyss of desire.

Young Master Fei's reason returned at that moment, as if doused with cold water, and he instantly sobered up.

He realized his lapse in composure!

He realized he was about to cross that insurmountable line!

But as soon as this thought appeared.

Immediately, another feeling surged, like a sweet trap, making it impossible for him to extricate himself.

No, I can't do this.

However, at the same time, he felt a pair of hands embrace him from behind...

And her response wasn't just with her hands.

There was more...

His struggle was immediately defeated.

Just once.

He closed his eyes, letting all this wonderful feeling permeate his every cell.

Just this once.

Ye Chen, I'll definitely help you next time, and work even harder!

This time, let it be the reward for all my hard work...

Time passed, perhaps three seconds, perhaps more.

"Cough cough... Ye Chen, are you done?"

Chen Xiaoxiao's voice sounded softly, tinged with shyness and awkwardness.

Lying on the bed, the faint sounds reaching her ears stirred a complex mix of emotions within her.

Listening to their movements, Chen Xiaoxiao knew exactly what they were doing.

She knew from the very beginning that what was happening by the window was far more than just wiping sweat.

Thinking that the two of them were so engrossed in their own world in her resting room, she couldn't help but blush, her heart pounding, and ripples of emotion spreading through her.

However, seeing them lost in their own world, as if everything outside was irrelevant, Chen Xiaoxiao realized that if she didn't interrupt, this display of affection would go on indefinitely.

She coughed lightly a few times, trying to get their attention.

This call of "Ye Chen," like a splash of cold water, instantly pulled him out of his hazy world.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming right now." Young Master Fei seemed to have something in his mouth. Hearing the person in question asking, he couldn't help but turn his head and hurriedly reply.

And it was precisely at this moment that their lips parted.

Oh god!

What, what did I just do?

Recalling the scene, it was almost pure instinct that drove his actions, causing him to lose his usual calm and rationality.

Thinking of the potentially dire consequences.

Those lingering, intimate images instantly blurred, replaced by a deep sense of regret and self-reproach.

Sweat beads slid from his forehead, tracing down his cheeks, and dripped onto his chest.

More and more.

It's over, it's over. Ye Chen, I've failed you.

I must have been bewitched!

The female lead's first kiss was taken by me just like this.

Even though it was my first kiss too, but!

Who cares about my first kiss!

Right, Jiang Anran, what does she think?

If she were to shout and make a scene, that would be bad.

If that happens, not only will Chen Xiaoxiao's plot not be completed perfectly, but this incident alone could cost me my life.

He turned to look at her.

When he looked at Jiang Anran again, she happened to be looking up as well. Their eyes met. Unlike last time, a subtle change had occurred in their relationship.

But it was completely different from what he had expected.

Jiang Anran's expression was not angry or shocked as he had anticipated. Instead, she looked shy, as if everything that had happened was something she had willingly accepted.

Moreover, she even raised a finger to her lower lip, as if savoring something.

Why are you acting like this!

This isn't like you!

You shouldn't be like this!

Young Master Fei exclaimed inwardly. He had expected Jiang Anran to fly into a rage, or even slap him in protest.

However, she appeared so gentle, as if she were a demure wife willing to be at his mercy.

Could it be that I'm the male lead?

And a female lead is throwing herself at me?

No, no, no, how could that be possible?

I'm Fei Yangyao, the great villain!

Jiang Anran's calmness made him both happy and fearful.

Happy because she hadn't immediately scolded or left him, giving him a sliver of a chance to salvage the situation.

Fearful because he no longer knew Jiang Anran's true thoughts and had no idea what would happen next.

"Just now..." Young Master Fei didn't know what words could salvage this crisis, so he could only say in a low voice, "Never mind, we'll talk about it later. Give it to me first."

"Give, give it to you? Young Master, it's too, too fast, I'm not ready yet..." Jiang Anran's speech was stumbling, unable to speak fluently.

"What's too fast? What do you need to prepare? I want you to give me the towel so I can wipe myself," Young Master Fei said, completely bewildered, having no idea how her mind worked.

"Oh, oh, oh. Here you go, Young Master." Hearing that her Young Master wanted the towel, the little maid's face instantly turned bright red. She hastily handed over the towel she had been clutching.

Even if she wanted to wipe her Young Master's sweat now, she couldn't. Her whole body felt weak, as if all her strength had been drained, and a gust of wind could blow her over.

After what just happened, the sweat that was originally only on her head was now all over her body.

Young Master Fei took it and, in a few quick motions, without the time to worry about other places, he hastily wiped the sweat from his head.

He finished wiping quickly and handed the towel back to the little maid. As if finding support, all the strength she had been holding onto vanished, and her entire body leaned towards her Young Master.

!?

Who am I? Where am I? Where did the world come from, and where will it go? Am I going to die today?

Jiang Anran, what's wrong with you?

Don't lean on me!

Seeing the little maid fall directly into his arms, Young Master Fei almost lost his composure.

The little maid nestled in her Young Master's embrace, her face buried in Fei Yangyao's chest. Breathing in the scent of sweat emanating from him, a unique aroma mixed with male essence and perspiration, gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

Her voice was low and weak, almost drowned out by her own heartbeat, murmuring, "Young... Young Master, I... I have no strength left. Please put me down."

Jiang Anran's words carried a hint of shyness and helplessness. She seemed to be trying to maintain her last shred of dignity, unwilling to appear too dependent on her Young Master. However, at this moment, her body seemed to have gone beyond her will.

Hearing this, Young Master Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

So she was just out of strength.

You scared me. I thought you were trying to take advantage of me because I'm so charming.