“You…”

Jiang Ji managed only a single syllable before falling silent.

His thoughts were tangled.

“What ‘you’? Just hold me,” Ye Li declared with righteous indignation.

“…”

That single sentence scattered all of Jiang Ji’s thoughts.

Only one question remained in his mind: “Aren’t you even embarrassed?”

“I am embarrassed, but I know you despise me. If I don’t take the initiative now, when will we ever consummate our marriage?”

Ye Li argued with righteous conviction.

“You’re this eager to consummate?”

Jiang Ji suddenly recalled this question and hurriedly asked.

Though the fool had changed his ways, his attitude on this matter had shifted drastically, hadn’t it?

“I’m curious. I overheard people chatting about how pleasurable it is, so I wanted to try.”

Ye Li declared with righteous conviction.

Of course, this wasn’t exactly a lie.

He genuinely was curious!

But back in school, before graduation, he lacked financial freedom and feared discovery by teachers or classmates. He’d barely even watched a few adult films.

Only after graduating and emerging from the grief of his parents’ passing did he find the mental space to ponder such things.

But he knew how chaotic the world was.

He dared not make random appointments.

Now, having crossed over, with a stunningly handsome husband bestowed from heaven—if not now, then when?

“Hurry up, hold me,” Ye Li urged.

“…”

Speechless, he complied.

Jiang Ji extended his arms, encircling the figure clinging tightly to him.

He felt the warmth in his embrace gradually intensify to a burning heat. Strangely, his mood lifted.

He was quite the talker, but deep down, he was still shy, wasn’t he?

Just as he pondered this, the person in his arms asked with a hint of worry, “You really know how, right?”

“?”

Of course, he knew!

Though the private school was full of scholars, there was the so-called “food and sex are human nature,” and many were already married. Thus, this topic came up quite often.

Besides, he had a troublemaking friend: Bao Beiyuan.

Upon learning of his impending marriage, Bao Beiyuan had sent him over a dozen illustrated manuals overnight, urging him to study them carefully.

He really knew how!

Determined not to let Ye Li look down on him again, he kept one arm around her back, letting her rest her head on his chest. With his other hand, guided by his acquired knowledge, he slowly began to move.

The first time someone touched that spot, Ye Li let out a sharp hiss.

It wasn’t a matter of pleasure or displeasure.

Because his cheap husband’s technique was quite clumsy.

Jiang Ji froze at the hiss.

But he soon resumed his movements, though this time, he was noticeably more careful.

Caution naturally prevented mistakes. Ye Li’s face had been buried against Jiang Ji’s chest, but gradually, finding pleasure in it, he couldn’t help but wriggle a few times in Jiang Ji’s embrace.

Noticing the change in his body, Jiang Ji chuckled softly, his right hand sliding downward.

This time, Jiang Ji froze again.

This fool, how dare he!

And…

His long eyebrows furrowed slightly. How could this fool’s technique be so skilled?

It was as if the techniques mentioned in casual conversations with classmates—light plucking, slow twisting, sweeping, repeated plucking… He had listened casually back then, paying it little mind.

But now, only that phrase remained in his mind!

Doubt engulfed his pleasure like a sea, leaving only perplexity. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, “You… how did you learn so many techniques?”

“I gathered experience by touching myself.”

Ye Li answered truthfully.

Unable to engage in real combat in his previous life, he had accumulated considerable experience on his own body.

The young ger’s body structure was identical to a male’s, at least outwardly.

Therefore, his husband would certainly not doubt his words.

Sure enough, upon hearing this answer, Jiang Ji was at a loss for words, only instinctively muttering, “Silver… debauchery…”

But the moment the first syllable “truly” escaped his lips, he sensed something amiss and hastily swallowed the second syllable “debauched.”

The word “debauched” was barely more than a breath.

Yet at that moment, his neck pressed against Ye Li’s, and he had practically whispered those two syllables into Ye Li’s ear.

Ye Li wasn’t deaf; he heard it perfectly clear.

Ye Li rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m truly debauched, you’re not. Since you’re not lecherous, then don’t stand up for it.”

“Stand up for what? I see you’re both debauched and standing up for it!”

“Classmate Jiang Ji, is this hypocrisy acceptable?”

With that last sentence, he playfully smacked Jiang Ji’s chest.

This time, it was Jiang Ji’s turn to hiss.

Because it hurt a bit.

But right now, the pain didn’t matter. Embarrassment was the main theme.

He couldn’t refute a single word of what Ye Li had said.

But he was the one who had spoken out of turn first.

Taking a deep breath, his large hand moved again.

But Ye Li wasn’t cooperating. Dodging backward, he protested, “What are you doing? What are you doing? With your thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, your pure and saintly demeanor—how could you possibly do something so shameless!”

“…”

Instinctively, his long arm swept out, pulling Ye Li back into his embrace.

Ye Li was still yelling, “What are you doing? What are you doing?” Perhaps to silence his, perhaps out of guilt, or maybe both, in any case, his legs locked around his waist, his hands cupping his cheeks.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his lips found his with unerring precision.

Their lips met.

Ye Li froze as if pressed into a pause button, his struggling movements halting, only his eyes widening in shock.

Jiang Ji felt a wave of relief wash over him. Effective!

Simultaneously, another thought flashed through his mind: the fool’s lips were so soft.

So soft that he instinctively followed the lessons from the little booklet, sliding his tongue to part Ye Li’s lips.

And Ye Li, the instant he made his move, opened his mouth. Thus, his tongue slipped smoothly inside, immediately meeting his.

Both mouths carried the taste of toothpaste.

But equally wet.

Hot.

Slippery.

Soft.

Their breaths mingled as their tongues entwined.

Ye Li closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Jiang Ji’s neck, deepening and savoring the kiss.

Jiang Ji watched his trembling lashes and closed his own eyes.

Their lips and tongues intertwined.

Their bodies clung together.

The warmth beneath the covers slowly rose, rising, until both were burning with heat and finally released each other.

Their breaths were uneven, and when their gazes met, they both instinctively looked away.

Ye Li stared at the indistinctly darkened ceiling beams, feeling awkward as he said, “This isn’t difficult. You were pretty skilled for your first time kissing someone, weren’t you?”

Jiang Ji: “…”

He reached out, gently cupping Ye Li’s cheek, guiding his gaze back to him.

“I spoke out of turn. I apologize.”

Ye Li had been too embarrassed to look at him, his eyes darting around even though his face was turned toward him.

But upon hearing those words, he immediately pulled his wandering gaze back.

Admitting fault already?

Not bad.

Not stubborn at all.

Ye Li smiled, his eyes sparkling, his slightly damp lips glistening. “Since you apologized, I won’t be angry anymore.”

After speaking, he tapped Jiang Ji’s pert nose tip with his finger.

They were already close, and his gesture felt so intimate.

Moreover, in Jiang Ji’s eyes, Ye Li possessed a certain charm.

In any case, Jiang Ji’s ink-black eyes locked with Ye Li’s for a few breaths before his gaze drifted downward, settling on his lips.

His body moved with his heart, and Jiang Ji leaned in to kiss him again.

As they kissed, his large hand slid downward.

What followed unfolded naturally.

Both possessed ample theoretical knowledge, yet lacked practical experience.

Initially, Jiang Ji was swept away by intense pleasure, surrendering to instinctive, reckless thrusts. Only after two sharp jabs did he pause, beginning to bridge theory with practice through cautious exploration.

Only when he found his rhythm did he pick up the pace.

For both of them, the pleasure was intense.

The novelty was thick and palpable.

But due to Jiang Ji’s inexperience and lack of understanding of pacing, the first time was a bit too quick.

Though he still reached the average duration for men, Ye Li showed no mockery. Still, Jiang Ji couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

For the second time, he applied every ounce of patience to learn and study, exhausting Ye Li completely.

After they finished, Ye Li immediately kicked him with a foot: “Go get me a basin of water! I need to clean up!”

The kick was soft and lacked force, but Jiang Ji still pretended to stagger slightly, saying, “There’s no hot water left in the pot.”

“Then boil some more! This sticky mess is unbearable,” Ye Li retorted instantly.

That was undeniably true.

So Jiang Ji released his legs, dressed, climbed off the kang, and set the water to boil.

No need to bring it to a full boil—soon Jiang Ji returned carrying a basin of warm water.

But Ye Li had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

He lay on his side in the middle of the kang, his face half-hidden by the quilt. The part of his brow and eyes peeking out bore obvious weariness.

Jiang Ji called his name twice. Seeing Ye Li didn’t stir, he hesitated briefly before wetting a cloth. Carefully lifting the quilt, he began wiping Ye Li’s body.

Having already seen everything he needed to see earlier, and with Ye Li now asleep, he moved with surprising ease.

After tending to Ye Li, he gave himself a quick wash. Then, his brow furrowed in a sudden dilemma.

Hmm… Should he stay in the west room, or return to the east room?

He pondered for a moment, his mind drifting back to the events of earlier.

Clearing his throat and scratching his head, he turned and headed back to the east room.

In the heat of the moment, he’d done everything, but truthfully, they weren’t actually close.

When they woke up tomorrow, staring at each other like that… how awkward would that be…

So he decided to go back and sleep with Xiao Mai and Ya-ger.

At the first crow of the rooster, Ye Li woke up punctually once more.

Only today, he lacked his usual crispness and vibrant energy.

Pain.

Many places ached, not just the areas overused last night.

He hissed softly, hugging his quilt as he rolled over, ears pricked for sounds outside.

There were indeed sounds outside.

Moreover, both sides of him were icy cold.

Clearly, his cheap husband had returned to the east room to sleep last night.

He wasn’t surprised.

Nor did he feel disappointed.

Right now, he simply craved his cheap husband’s body. As for affection? There really wasn’t much of that.

After lingering in bed for a while, he got up, grimacing.

Since the cheap husband didn’t charge wages, it wouldn’t do to dump all the work on him.