"Though he constantly claims he doesn't eat tofu, his two nimble hands keep busy with every move—this is precisely the earnest young man from the Qin family, Qin Feng. Lin Caivai struggles, twisting her body, while saying, 'Stop! Otherwise, I'll hit you. Qin Feng, you're being too pushy—don't reach into my clothes, or I'll really hit you!' By the third mention, the phrase 'I'll hit you' has become as ordinary as water. At first, Qin Feng must have been nervous, but now, it's as clear as pure water. Who could blame her for always just saying it, without ever following through? With time, the phrase has naturally lost its weight and has become just another expression he hears from her, like a well-worn catchphrase." So instead of stopping, he became even more persistent. Originally, he had only extended one hand into her collar; now both hands were busy—one moving from top to bottom, the other from bottom to top—surely they would soon meet in the middle. "Qin Feng," the beautiful woman said firmly, "I'm telling you once again—pull your hands away." Rather than being angry, her tone was more one of pouty, delicate frustration. It was only then that her grandson finally managed to withdraw his hands. Qin, meanwhile, continued his relentless advances, smiling pleasantly as he said, "I'm not doing this just to take advantage of you. You've endured so many hardships since childhood..." "I'll give you a good beating!" "Shall we find a different word for that? Ah—" *Plunged!* Qin's body flew backward, landing with a dramatic crash on the ground, his face expressing utter dismay, his teeth clenched in a cry of pain. "Hmph. I've told you this time and again—I'll give you a good beating. Now, do you believe me?" "While tidying up her messy outerwear, the beautiful woman said, 'You're still daring to eat my tofu? Then I'll make it even worse next time!' As for how she ended up flying out, Lin, the young lord, had hardly any recollection—just as if someone had kicked him. He looked miserable and said, 'I didn't even get a warning—how could you just start hitting me like this? Oh my back, it's so painful!' 'Did you even say hello to me before you ate my tofu?' Lin asked, her expression full of satisfaction, huffing, 'You're just lucky you're still alive, huff!' 'My back feels like it's broken—I can hardly feel anything. Oh!' He acted so convincingly, suffering deeply, 'You really kicked me too hard. I'm going to end up with a permanent disability. You're going to have to take full responsibility, Lin Caivi!' 'Not that bad, is it?' Lin started to worry. Seeing her convinced, Qin Feng said seriously, 'Did I really just make this up as a joke? No, I really have no feeling at all!' Lin Caiwei was genuinely afraid, so she quickly jumped off the rohan bed and knelt beside him, looking regretful and saying, "I truly didn't want to leave you injured. I must have had a little wine, and perhaps I lost my composure. Qin Feng, please rest assured—I will definitely heal you!" "What if I can't be healed?" Qin Feng demanded. The woman spoke softly, "What if I can't? Then, I'll just take care of you for the rest of my life!" "Are you really not joking with me?" "I swear!" The woman immediately raised her right fist. He had been waiting for exactly this. As soon as he lay on the ground, he suddenly launched a sudden leap, tackling the bewildered Lin woman to the floor, and smiled mischievously, "Then let's begin right now. Since you commit to taking care of me for life, you're officially mine—ha ha ha!" "You're not even injured—how dare you deceive me!" "Lin Caiwei only realized she had been tricked: "It seems he didn't hit hard enough... Mmm..." Her delicate lips were captured by Qin Feng's deep kiss, and her body instantly went stiff, as if struck, leaving her mind completely blank. The stiffness prevented her from launching any resistance, which soon vanished altogether. Strong kissing—this was Qin's specialty—especially now, with the man on top and the woman beneath him, he had both timing, location, and advantage. While the woman was still catching her breath, his hands smoothly slipped inside her clothes. Thus, Lin's first kiss was taken. When her mind regained clarity, not only was her mouth being lavishly kissed by Qin Feng, but also her two peaks were now under his grasp. Though separated by the sheer fabric, she clearly felt the pressure. Her body grew increasingly warm, and the peculiar sensation from the medicine surged in waves, causing her to move and twist with increasing intensity. If she were fully awake, she would have instinctively risen to resist—yet now, not a single thought of resistance stirred. On the contrary, she was unconsciously yielding to his kisses, willingly extending her tongue to entangle it with his. A similar warmth surged through Qin Feng’s body. His passion was blazing, and the only thought occupying his mind was: to make love to her. Driven by this single impulse, he withdrew his right hand and began unbuttoning her jeans. With practiced ease, he first unfastened the buttons, then pulled the zipper down. "No—" Lin Caivie suddenly pushed his head away, gripping the pants tightly in both hands. What a pity! Had he moved just a little faster, he would have succeeded—watching his efforts come to naught, he felt a wave of regret. The woman had now regained consciousness. He had expected her to resist, perhaps even to give him a good beating. Yet what followed utterly surprised him. The beautiful woman had been staring at him, but soon closed her eyes and whispered, "…No, no, not here…" Crack, crack. Qin, the young nobleman, was momentarily stunned, then slapped his own forehead to prove he wasn't dreaming. I wiped it off—really felt the pain—and it's definitely not a dream. So what was he waiting for? He lifted the delicate, frail figure of the woman and walked toward the rohan bed. Lin Caivie kept her eyes shut, one hand still gripping her pants, the other protecting her chest, her body blazing hot as if on fire. Under the combined effects of alcohol and medicine, her courage had grown significantly, and her shyness had diminished greatly. Though she still harbored a lingering sense of fear, it was soon completely consumed by the intense, burning desire. When she was gently placed on the rohan bed, her body trembled noticeably. This time, Qin, the young nobleman, broke his usual pattern—he didn’t first remove the woman’s clothes. Instead, he stripped himself bare and then surged forward like a wolf. Lin Caiwei’s outer coat was quickly pulled off and tossed aside; her faint, symbolic resistance could not withstand the dexterous hands of Qin Dashi, so adept at undressing. With her eyes closed, she felt a coolness beneath her—signaling the disappearance of the final barrier. Qin Feng didn’t rush straight into the action; instead, he bent down, kissing her with a steady rain of tender touches, easing away the fear she had just begun to feel. Under the combined warmth of passionate kisses, alcohol, and medication, her fear quickly dissipated, and she began to respond with intensity. At the right moment, Qin Dashi seized the opportunity and entered.