The Taste He Didn't Want to Forget

The bedroom door slowly opened. Inside, it was dim.

His gaze shifted to the bed, and he saw a sight that set his blood racing.

Tang Yue wore a red silk nightdress that showed off her graceful figure. One long, straight leg rested on top of the blanket, her fair skin completely exposed.

One strap had slipped down, revealing her delicate collarbone, smooth shoulder, and a generous expanse of pale skin.

If Tang Yue was normally an enchantress who could captivate anyone,

then right now, she looked like a fairy descended to the mortal world—ethereal and untouched by earthly concerns!

Her sleeping face was lovely, but that sleeping position...

Ha. Such an elegant way to sleep. And dressed so lightly in the middle of winter—wasn't she cold?

Mo Xie gave a dry chuckle and walked to the bedside.

He quietly admired Tang Yue's sleeping face until he couldn't help laughing.

She said I looked cute asleep, but she looks pretty cute herself.

He gently shook her shoulder and said softly,

"Sister Tang Yue, wake up. Time to get out of bed."

Tang Yue stirred and opened her sleepy eyes, gazing hazily at Mo Xie.

"Mmm, it's Little Evil..."

A languid, alluring smile touched her lips. She reached up, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled hard.

Mo Xie's eyes widened in shock. He found himself buried in softness, unable to break free.

A faint fragrance filled his nose, making it hard to breathe!

Helpless, he gently gripped Tang Yue's arms to make a little room to breathe and said in a muffled voice,

"Sister Tang Yue, it's getting late. Time to get up."

Tang Yue wrapped her arms around his head and replied lazily,

"No. I finally have a few days off. I want to sleep in..."

"Sister Tang