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Bai Shuang felt as though she were roasting beside a massive furnace, growing hotter and more scorching until…

”…Lin Yi, can I call you Xiao Yi from now on?”

Bai Shuang gazed at Lin Yi with infatuation.

The comfort in her heart threatened to overflow.

”…Sure.”

Lin Yi wanted to refuse—the nickname reminded him of Shen Xixi.

But then it occurred to him that he wasn’t afraid of Shen Xixi anymore.

Let Bai Shuang call him Xiao Yi. He’d even take her to Shen Xixi’s face, let her hear Bai Shuang use the name, and then respond to Bai Shuang while ignoring Shen Xixi.

Lin Yi pointed to his ear. “Lately, I’ve been feeling an itch inside my ear, and I can’t clean it properly. Bai Shuang, could you help me?”

”Oh, no problem!”

Bai Shuang agreed without hesitation—this was something she was good at. She used to help Zhuang Yayun with it often as a child.

Lin Yi handed her the ear pick from the nightstand, and Bai Shuang took it.

”Lin Yi, lie on my lap…”

Her cheeks slightly flushed, Bai Shuang sat up straight and gently patted her plush thighs.

Lin Yi naturally reclined against Bai Shuang’s thighs, his body exuding a rich, intoxicating fragrance—warm but not overpowering or cloying.

Bai Shuang let out a soft breath, a faint blush rising to her face.

”Sorry for the trouble.”

Lin Yi savored the soft, smooth sensation against his cheek, the delightful warmth of her thighs, and the sweet scent Bai Shuang emitted, as if he were sinking into a cloud of cotton.

Watching Lin Yi’s serene, closed-eyed expression, Bai Shuang’s heart fluttered uncontrollably.

His composed face radiated reassurance, and the morning sunlight’s warmth seemed to make her heartbeat quicken.

Bai Shuang swallowed nervously.

”…”

”Then I’ll begin.”

Bai Shuang started carefully, focusing on cleaning his ear.

Suddenly, Lin Yi gave her soft thigh a playful squeeze.

”Mmm…” Bai Shuang bit her lip and let out a small sound, her toes curling in embarrassment.

”…”

”…”

But she didn’t stop him. She didn’t even comment on his behavior.

The atmosphere grew increasingly charged.

Bai Shuang steadied her hand and continued, though now with even greater care and slowness.

Soon, one ear was done.

”Time to switch sides.” Bai Shuang gently brushed Lin Yi’s cheek.

Lin Yi rolled over naturally, his face now turned toward Bai Shuang’s abdomen, and blew a soft breath.

The warm exhale against her skin made Bai Shuang instinctively tense.

”Bai Shuang, your scent is lovely. What perfume do you use?”

Lin Yi chuckled, glancing up—though he couldn’t see her flustered expression.

No helping it. Too much in the way.

”…I’m not wearing any…”

Bai Shuang’s thighs grew warm, her face flushing even deeper.

”Then is Bai Shuang’s natural fragrance coming from her little tummy?” Lin Yi teased with a smirk.

Bai Shuang froze, then turned crimson, at a loss for words.

”What, is Bai Shuang shy? Isn’t this just common knowledge?”

Lin Yi squeezed her thigh again.

”…Nngh!”

Bai Shuang couldn’t suppress another soft moan, her grip on the ear pick faltering. She set it aside weakly, her delicate hands instead massaging Lin Yi’s ears directly.

”…Lin Yi…”

Her voice was soft, sweet, and utterly melting.

After years of suppression by her parents, a small furnace burned in her heart—fervent and yearning, just lacking the right fuel. And now, in this very moment, Lin Yi was that fuel.

Bai Shuang’s hands were soft. Bai Shuang’s hands were fragrant.

Lin Yi reveled in her touch, his mood thoroughly pleased.

The atmosphere was perfectly ambiguous.

A touch more would be indecent; a touch less would feel contrived.

This must be what love is supposed to feel like.

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Downstairs, Luo Tianyou sat on her bed.

Utterly perplexed.

Bai Shuang—who was this woman? How was she with Lin Yi?

Still, this tender affection suited her standards. Watching her indulge would be a feast for the eyes.

A kindred spirit, perhaps?

A club member?

She’d have to investigate properly.

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Morning.

Bai Shuang bathed in the shower, water droplets sliding over her skin as the delicate scent of camellias filled the air.

Lin Yi lounged on the sofa, flipping casually through a magazine.

The water stopped, and the bathroom door opened, releasing a wave of camellia fragrance. Bai Shuang, her long hair wrapped in a towel, wore only a white bathrobe that clung precariously to her smooth, fair skin—as if it might slip off at any moment.

Was she dressing like this on purpose?

She padded over and hugged Lin Yi’s arm, her plush softness instantly molding against him, the sensation rich and satisfying.

So soft and bouncy!

Bai Shuang smiled sweetly, cooing:

”Xiao Yi, will you give me a massage today?”

Lin Yi set down the magazine, tilting his head with a gaze as warm as the sea—though his smile held a hint of mischief.

”Bai Shuang, what’s my reward?”

”I’ll buy you the best gaming console.”

”Not enough…”

”Xiao Yi…”

”Still not enough…”

Bai Shuang slid into Lin Yi’s lap, pressing against him. She straightened slightly, cupping his handsome face with both hands, and asked with a pout:

”Xiao Yi, what do you really want?”

Lin Yi smirked, giving her plush, upturned rear a light smack.

”You, Bai Shuang.”

The sensation was exquisite.

His mood couldn’t be better.

Tearing away the last layer of gentleness and innocence she wore, the world suddenly became clear.

Bai Shuang shivered slightly, surprised by the playful slap. Though painless, it stirred something dormant within her.

She understood his meaning. Lowering her eyes, she cradled Lin Yi’s head against her chest, his chin sinking into soft, pillowy warmth—fragrant and yielding.

Bai Shuang murmured, “After the massage, I’m all yours, Xiao Yi. Even if you’re a little perverted… I can take it.”

She was his wife now. A wife’s duty was hers to fulfill.

Lin Yi looked up at her. Bai Shuang’s glossy pink lips glistened under the soft living room lights, unbearably tempting.

”Can I collect some interest first, Bai Shuang?”

Trapped by his gaze, pressed against his broad chest, surrounded by his masculine scent, and teased by his warm breath, Bai Shuang’s face burned crimson. Her body grew feverish and pliant as she whispered:

”Mmm… Xiao Yi…”

She was Lin Yi’s wife now. What she was doing… was a wife’s duty…

Yayun, this is what you said…

I can’t hold back anymore.

Lin Yi’s large hands grew restless.

Soon, he lifted Bai Shuang’s delicate frame and carried her to the bedroom.

Inside, their breathing steadied. Bai Shuang’s lips were now glossier, Lin Yi’s breaths calmer.

Bai Shuang lay quietly on the bed, her flawless figure on full display, her curves a sight to behold.

She turned her head, meeting Lin Yi’s gaze with a soft smile.

”Xiao Yi?”

”Hmm?” Lin Yi responded, his eyes warm.

”Let’s begin.”

”Okay.”

Lin Yi’s fingers started at her neck, kneading along her collarbone, then her arms, her back…

”Bai Shuang, I’m starting.”

”Mmm, Xiao Yi, I’m ready.”

”Bai Shuang, how’s the pressure?”

”Perfect. Xiao Yi, if you worked at a women’s spa, you’d be the star attraction—maybe even get pampered by a sugar mommy.”

Lin Yi mused—wasn’t that just being a gigolo?

He smacked her rear again.

”…I’m just saying you’re amazing. Really, really amazing!”

Bai Shuang sighed blissfully, her voice drowsy with pleasure.

”Xiao Yi, you seem different today—more than yesterday. Is it because Yayun left?”

Lin Yi’s eyes flickered. “Hmm?”

”It’s hard to explain. You feel more… magnetic. Maybe it’s my imagination, but you’re glowing now. Did Yayun used to restrict you?”

”Maybe.”

Lin Yi chuckled, kneading Bai Shuang’s smooth shoulders with just the right pressure. She let out a contented moan.

”Mmm… Xiao Yi, that feels so good!”

Her voice was honeyed, her expression one of pure indulgence as she murmured:

”Xiao Yi, I need a favor next Friday evening.”

”What is it?”

”My company’s marketing department is hosting a gala. Spouses are expected, and with Yayun gone, I have to step in. So… I need you to come with me.”

”Bai Shuang, I’ll go.”

”Xiao Yi, you’re the best! I’ll protect you.”

Bai Shuang beamed with relief.

She’d been terrified he’d refuse.

After all, no matter how intimate they were now, no matter how much they felt like husband and wife, she wasn’t Lin Yi’s fiancée.

She was his fiancée’s best friend.

This NTR behavior might earn her some points at work, but for Lin Yi? He’d be scorned—even ridiculed.

Treated like a plaything.

Hearing Bai Shuang’s joy, Lin Yi smirked.

He knew exactly what agreeing meant.

But he wasn’t afraid anymore.

If anyone had a problem with it? Screw them.