?Mobile reading Zhou Mushi has always been a regular guest at her aunt Zhou Shiqian’s home. Before her cousin Shu Yajing moved to the Plain City for work, the young girl would often come here with various excuses to have meals and drinks, and once she was full, she’d simply stay put instead of leaving. The room where Qin Feng currently stayed used to be reserved specifically for Zhou Mushi. Drowsy and slightly tipsy, she stepped out of the bathroom, not heading toward Shu Yajing’s room as she usually would, but instinctively making her way toward the guest room. She opened the door and went straight to the bed. There was already someone on the bed—she vaguely remembered having slept with her cousin. Someone was there, and so she naturally wrapped her arms around the figure she thought was her cousin. She didn’t realize that not only had she mistaken the room, but she had also willingly stepped into a situation where she was at a disadvantage. Qin Feng was sound asleep, having expended considerable energy during the earlier commotion. Suddenly, a body lay beside him, gently embracing him. No need to think—definitely Qingqing had come back. Just a moment ago, she was so determined she couldn’t stay, worried what her cousin would think. Yet, barely had the time passed, and she was already eager to return. She simply felt more comfortable sleeping with her husband’s arms around her. Right? He turned over, cradling the slightly warm body, and in the dark, without much thought, reached a hand to the space between her legs and, without hesitation, removed her underwear. In his mind, once she’d arrived, why keep on wearing it? The person in his arms subtly shifted, and his hand that had been reaching for her chest was gently pushed aside. He’d already sensed something was off—she seemed a bit thinner. If his hand had smoothly reached a mountain peak, he’d surely have realized she wasn’t Shuyajing. In the urgency of the moment, he didn’t pause, didn’t bother with foreplay, as before, simply lifted her robe and, with a furiously determined Qin Feng, plunged straight in. An unparalleled tightness, refreshing yet requiring a brief pause, made him slightly hesitate as the person in his arms moved with greater intensity. He took a deep breath and suddenly sank his waist. Ah! A high-pitched cry pierced the previously intimate atmosphere of the room. The person in his arms was now trembling violently. The cry startled Qin Feng, as it clearly didn’t belong to Shu Jing—the police officer. The pressure and warmth emanating from Qin Feng indicated she might be experiencing this for the first time. That left only one explanation: he had made the wrong choice. Yet, the woman had clearly been brought to him willingly—could it possibly be anyone else? Suddenly, he remembered that besides Shu Yajing, there were actually two other women in the house. Could it be Zhou Shiqian? No—she was Shu Jing’s mother, and Qin Feng was visiting for the first time. It couldn’t be her. Then it must be Zhou Muxi. It simply wouldn't be possible. During meals and card games, she had always stood directly opposite Qin Shao. There was no doubt—this person couldn't be Shu Yajing. Qin Feng now felt his head spinning. He steadied himself mentally, reached out, and pressed the switch of the ceiling lamp. With a crisp click, the once-dark room was instantly illuminated. As he looked down, he was left utterly stunned—there she was, none other than the young lady Zhou Muzhi. Zhou Muzhi's face was pale, her teeth tightly pressed against her lower lip, her body trembling continuously, beads of cold sweat dotting her forehead. Since her skirt had been lifted, her two slender, straight legs were fully exposed. The sleep robe, a strap-style one, revealed her graceful shoulders and delicate arms as well. And at the point where she was closely pressed against him, a steady flow of bright red was seeping out, forming several fresh, red plum blossoms on the bedsheet. Qin Feng thought it was no wonder he had felt something off from the start. Zhou Mu Si and Shu Ya Jing were completely different in build—blame himself for being so eager and overly enthusiastic, not having taken the time to properly get to know either of them, and instead launching his little Qin Feng right away. Now, he had certainly made a mess. He even began to imagine the scene of the next morning, when Zhou Ming Chu would be wielding a knife, cutting him down all over the place. As for what to do about the current situation, he simply stood there, awkwardly asking, "Niece, why you?" "You're asking me? Who else am I supposed to ask?" Zhou Mu Si said, her voice trembling. "What are you doing in my room? I know now—you want to force yourself on me. You're such a beast! You're not even sparing my cousin, my girlfriend's cousin. I'm going to tell Dad. I'm going to have him send people to arrest you..." Zhou Xiao Niu's voice grew progressively softer, clearly indicating how severe the pain of her first experience had been. "Wait a minute," Qin Feng quickly interrupted, saying, "This is my room, isn't it? You barged into my room and climbed onto my bed—even if it's a strong J, it's you who's strong-Jing me!" Zhou Xiaoniu's eyes widened, and due to the intense pain, she immediately furrowed her brows again: "It's clearly my room—how dare you turn around and blame me!" "You're making it up!" Qin Da-shao's eyes were even bigger than hers. "Of course—it's been my custom every time I come to my aunt's house to stay in this guest room," Zhou Xiaoniu sniffed. In fact, as soon as Qin Feng had entered her body, Zhou Muzi had fully awakened from her drunken state. The very first thought that flashed through her mind was that she had been strong-Jed—she, the victim—so completely that she had forgotten everything else. Qin Feng really wanted to give her a solid slap on the backside. Playing the stubborn girl wasn't exactly what a good girl should do. He changed his tone: "Well, you say this is your room—then tell me, where shall I sleep?" Zhou Xiaoniu replied without hesitation: "As the boyfriend of your cousin, you should sleep with her... Wait, actually, it seems like it's me and my cousin who've been sharing the room, and the guest room has been given to you." I was beyond grateful—thank you, thank you all—finally, you remembered! Xiaoniu looked stunned: "...Could it be that I've gone to the wrong room?" "Nonsense," Qin Dashi said with strong conviction. "So the fault lies entirely with you!" Xiaoniu was so overwhelmed she started crying, asking back: "Even if I've gone to the wrong room, can you just impose your will on me? Can you treat me however you please? Is that all my fault?" "Hold on," Qin Feng said, glaring at her, "people can't always be unreasonable. I thought it was your cousin Jingjing, who would naturally be polite to her own girlfriend. Who knew it was you—my own girl—now I'm really at a loss!" "What have I lost? Whee, you're really the one who's suffered!..." Zhou Xiaoniu said, her eyes glistening with tears. "The most precious things—just snatched away by you. Now, how am I supposed to be a person, really? Whee..." Qin Feng could only smile sadly. His brother hadn't meant to do it on purpose. After all, how could I possibly have made it with you? You were so thin, like a skeleton—except for your backside, practically every other part was rough and unyielding. It's true, women's tears are often the most powerful weapon. Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng said, "Alright, I'll bring out the things first. Let's talk this over properly!" But just as he moved, Zhou Mushi immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, gasping sharply, "Don't move—oh, it's so painful!"