It seems you truly enjoy it.

An hour later, the tempest of passion finally settled.

Mu Tianyang stood before the dressing table, his shirt and tie discarded on the floor. His bare back glistened with sweat, faint crimson streaks from nail scratches marking his skin. Delicate, trembling hands rested lightly on his shoulders, their fragility evident in their quiver.

Wan Qing gasped for breath, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her arms limp as they clung to him for support. Her back pressed against the mirror, her half-lidded eyes brimming with unshed tears that shimmered in the faint light.

Gently wiping away the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, Mu Tianyang whispered, "You did well today. Keep it up."

She truly was worth shaping, he mused. When it came to intimacy, it was not something that could simply be left untouched. Ignored, it remained inert, like unyielding wood. But once awakened, it blossomed into something wild, something addictive. Tonight, he had deliberately slowed his pace, softened his movements, and prolonged the foreplay, coaxing her body into surrendering to its innate desires. She had tasted the edge of enjoyment, though she didn't realize it herself—too consumed by her instinct to escape, too overwhelmed by her tears.

It didn't matter. This delicate flower was his alone to nurture. Slowly, he would teach her. Her transformations—both in body and soul—would belong to him entirely, and him alone.

"Baby," he murmured, placing a lingering kiss on her cheek. "From tomorrow onwards, you can visit your mother in the hospital every day until she's discharged."

"Really?" The lethargy that had clouded Wan Qing moments earlier disappeared in an instant. Even with her disheveled appearance, her eyes now gleamed with renewed hope and vitality.

"Don't move," he ordered, steadying her waist to keep their bodies closely entwined. "Be careful it doesn't spill..."

"Ah..." Wan Qing let out a soft cry, suddenly recalling that her schoolwork was still on the dressing table. Lowering her head to assess the state of things, her gaze fell upon the space where their bodies were still connected. Horrified, she immediately shut her eyes tightly.

Mu Tianyang lifted her effortlessly, maintaining their intimate union.

"Have you been taking your contraceptive pills on time?"

"Mm…" Wan Qing rested her head against his shoulder, her emotions swirling in a storm of unease and resignation.

"It seems you'll need to purchase new books," he remarked casually.

Her eyes flicked toward the dressing table, where her textbooks lay in disarray. Their pages were crumpled, some stained with the mingled remnants of their sweat and her own fluids.

"What should I do?" she muttered, her voice tinged with despair. This felt like the end of the world. How could she possibly continue to use those books? Worse, some of them were to be submitted to her teacher. Even if she could smooth out the creases, the memory would remain, seared into her mind. Every time she saw those books, she would be reminded...

"So much…" Mu Tianyang's voice carried a teasing lilt, his tongue grazing his lips as he regarded her with a languid, feline smile. "It seems you quite enjoy my touch..."

"What did you say?!" Wan Qing's face burned with humiliation as fury surged within her.

"Be good," he soothed, his voice deep and commanding. "Let's take a bath." With that, he carried her toward the bathroom.

After their bath, the pair descended to the dining room for dinner.

Halfway through the meal, Mu Tianyang spoke suddenly. "Those were all new books, weren't they?"

"Huh?" Wan Qing blinked in confusion.

He gave her a knowing look, his gaze flickering toward the staircase. "Those books… they were delivered today?"

"Y-yes…" Wan Qing stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson as she lowered her head.

"Write down the titles later and give the list to Ah Hua. He'll replace them with new ones."

"Do you think he'll find them today?" she asked hesitantly. "The assignments are due tomorrow."

"If he doesn't, he can pack his things and leave," Mu Tianyang replied nonchalantly.

Wan Qing fell silent, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.