I Don't Want to Be My Sister's Cute Pet (1-4) Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man {Updated 2013/09/26}

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I Don't Want to Be My Sister's Cute Pet

Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man
Word Count: 8000
Published: 2013/09/09 on: Spring Full of Courtyards

Chapter 1 The school bell rang throughout the narrow and somewhat historic school. Groups of energetic young men and women

emerged from the wide-open school gates, calling to each other, whispering amongst themselves, their chatter filling the air with youthful vitality and color. 　　A tall, slender Eastern boy walked silently at the back of the crowd. His black hair and eyes stood out among the Westerners , but what was most striking was his quiet demeanor. Walking alone, without classmates or friends, his dark winter school uniform gave him an air of noble elegance. 　　Fair skin, clean black hair, deep eyes like unblemished obsidian, cool and aloof, slightly pursed lips, refined and handsome, his young face possessing a mysterious Eastern tranquility. 　　He strolled leisurely, passing through the school gate, turning left, walking a hundred meters to a subway entrance, taking the subway for fifteen minutes, and then walking for five minutes to a clean, old five-story apartment building. 　　Low-hanging, dark cumulonimbus clouds grew thicker, the wind whistling past their edges bringing a strong sense of desolation. Parisian winters are damp but not particularly cold, though the temperature had recently dropped sharply, and the air was thick with the oppressive feeling of an impending downpour. 　　The old apartment building wasn't tall, but there was no elevator, so he climbed directly to the third floor, reaching a large wooden door at the end of the long corridor on the right. He pressed the security code next to the door, and after a crisp "beep," he pushed it open to find himself enveloped in warmth. 　　The circulating heating system was cozy, keeping out the outside chill, and the soft orange candlelight illuminated the luxurious furnishings beautifully, while a sweet and fragrant aroma filled the air. 　　A complex emotion . 　　Continuing inside, three large, unopened suitcases lay haphazardly arranged, their gold-embossed lettering—a symbol of wealth and extravagance —arrogantly jarring. The baggage tags on the suitcases were still attached. 　　Sure enough. 　　He sighed softly as he walked further into the space. Luxurious furs, a bright red dress, and black stockings scattered haphazardly along the path from the living room to the bedroom. A beautiful, sexy black lace bra was carelessly tossed onto the sofa armrest, and a pair of thin, smooth silk panties of the same style lay brazenly . 　　The figure, who had been walking slowly, paused almost imperceptibly at the door. A few seconds later, the door was gently opened by a slender hand. 　　The bedroom resembled a battlefield, cluttered with random items. Skincare and makeup products lay scattered haphazardly on the dressing table. Amidst the chaos, the soft, rhythmic breathing of a beautiful woman on the snow-white bed emanated from the room. 　　Beneath the silk sheets and blankets, her skin was translucent and smooth as milk, tempting one to reach out and touch it. Her toes, sculpted like white jade, had pink nails like blooming petals extending from her slender ankles . Her shapely calves connected to her snow-white thighs, long and alluring beneath the thin blankets. The elegant, undulating curves were impossible to conceal. Beneath the blankets, her alluring, full breasts trembled slightly with her breath, revealing a deep cleavage. 　　Her long, glossy black hair cascaded freely like seaweed across the white pillows. Her profile was alluring and beautiful, with curled , high eyelashes, a pretty, straight nose, and luscious, fresh lips. The alluring possessed the innocent, sleeping face of a little girl; even in her deep sleep, she was breathtaking. 　　Clearly, beneath the thin blanket, the woman was completely naked. 　　The young man stood silently by the bed for a full five minutes, resisting the urge to pull back the covers. With practiced ease, he began tidying the once-beloved bedroom, now a mess. 　　Used cotton pads and tissues were quickly swept from the vanity into the trash can; overturned bottles and jars were neatly arranged, restoring order to the vanity. 　　Slightly damp towels and large bath towels were tossed into the laundry basket; used face masks were collected and thrown into the trash can; the hairdryer scattered on the floor was unplugged and put away in a drawer; and the carelessly kicked slippers were put back in their place in the shoe cabinet. The young man's movements were light and quick, skillful and swift. In less than three minutes, the chaotic bedroom was restored to neatness and comfort , once again resembling a woman's room. 　　Looking up at the still-sleeping beauty, the young man slowly walked to the living room, opened a designer suitcase , and neatly arranged all the clothes inside into the laundry basket. He also tidied up the other two suitcases, wiping them clean and storing them carefully in a corner of the room. 　　He then completely reorganized the messy areas in the living room and bathroom. Even though he had thoroughly cleaned the entire space just last night, within half an hour, the fifty-plus square meter room was restored to its original elegant and refined state, clean and tidy once again. 　　His movements were skilled and efficient, and he did so without making a sound. From beginning to end, apart from the slight hum of the heater and conditioner, the house was as quiet as if no one was there, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times, as if he knew exactly where everything should be placed with his eyes closed. He 　　raised his wrist to check his watch; it was almost seven o'clock. He stood in front of the open kitchen counter, took out the ingredients, and began preparing the meal. 　　The plump tomatoes, glistening after a rinse, sizzled brightly. Round eggs, fresh, vibrant green vegetables, and succulent beef wafted a rich aroma from the stove. The cleaned fish gleamed with a rich, fresh color, and the dried goods , were plump and adorable. 　　The boy carefully washed rice amidst the clear running water. His heavy school uniform, long since removed in the warm room , revealed a crisp, snow-white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his every movement steady and composed. 　　Suddenly, a pair of smooth, delicate hands gently wrapped around his waist, and a fragrant body pressed against him from behind. A moist, hot tongue slowly and unexpectedly licked his earlobe, causing him to stiffen slightly. 　　"I'm so hungry~" came the soft, slightly husky voice, utterly captivating.

The boy paused slightly. "The rice will be ready soon."

"I'm hungry." His voice held a soft, coquettish magnetism. Suddenly, a soft tongue traced his earlobe
downwards, licking the skin of his neck, bit by bit.

"Fifteen more minutes."

"Turn around." The voice carried a seductive command.

He remained silent, but the frequency and depth of his breathing subtly changed.

The tongue grew increasingly audacious, slender fingers tirelessly exploring the boy's chest, unbuttoning
his shirt one button at a time.

"This... you can't." The boy raised his hand to press down on the unruly hands. With a sigh, he surrendered, turning around
, but the next second his breath caught in his throat—the woman pressed against him was completely naked!

Her skin, meticulously cared for every night, was flawless, appearing as soft as pearls under the pale orange light.
Her breasts, slender waist, shapely buttocks, and long legs—every inch of them was a gift from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful.

Her glossy black curly hair cascaded down naturally, partially concealing her full, luscious breasts, the strands of black hair
making her skin appear even more delicate and snow-white. With an oval face, watery eyes
, and brightly colored lips slightly parted, she was alluring even without makeup; this woman was a naturally beautiful and captivating beauty.

She stood naked before him, allowing the young man to scrutinize her, her eyes shimmering like stars
, as if whispering secrets. A slight smile played on her lips, as if
being naked before him was the most natural thing in the world.

His fair skin betrayed him; the slight change in color on his young face was hard to conceal. "You…
why aren't you dressed?"

"Blushing?" The woman's voice chuckled. "So cute."

This time, he was genuinely blushing, but not just out of shyness. "Don't call me cute!"

"Are you angry?" Her delicate fingers brushed against the young man's cheek, the warmth making her smile even more
pronounced. "So cute!

" "Let me cool you down, okay?" Before the boy could answer, she kissed his lips,
her tongue teasingly licking them. The boy was angry, his body unwilling to cooperate. But the woman didn't
mind , patiently licking his lips repeatedly, knowing how to kiss and caress to arouse him.

She gently nibbled at his chin, then returned to his lips, licking and kissing slowly, her fingers
sliding from his shoulders to his chest, then lightly tracing his beautiful collarbone, continuing her unfinished task.

One circle, two circles, three circles… The boy pressed down on the woman's circling fingers again, finally
yielding and opening his lips. The woman's tongue explored inside with satisfaction, skillfully caressing the inside of his lips, first licking
his gums, lingering on that sensitive spot, then slipping inside to entice his tongue.

Young, soft-hearted, and full of youthful vigor, the boy's tongue retaliated, wrapping around her slender
waist and holding her tightly.

The woman shifted from the dominant to the passive, allowing the boy to kiss her, her fingers busily and skillfully unbuttoning his
shirt, teasingly caressing his chest. She knew all his sensitive spots,
knew exactly where to touch to elicit the boy's most arousal; when her fingertips grazed his nipples, she heard his
panting .

The woman always knew how to seduce him, and the boy was never her match.

He sighed, his hands caressing the woman's lower back, moving upwards. The woman's body undulated
alluringly , and with each movement, the boy's shirt slipped down, his bare, smooth skin
rubbing intimately against her snow-white skin. The boy's breathing became heavy, his fair face instantly flushed red, his eyes dark and bright, his
large hands kneading the woman's fullness, the irresistible richness making him close his eyes in satisfaction, filled with excitement.

Like a snake, the woman wrapped her legs around his waist, slowly rubbing her softest, most moist parts against the boy's
strong body, eliciting a passionate response from him. His burning palms caressed her thighs,
sighing at the incredible lubrication there. Through the fabric of her trousers, the boy eagerly thrust between her legs.

"Don't be so hasty," the woman's smile grew sweeter and more alluring, but in the next instant, she pushed the boy away, took a few steps
back , and put on the shirt she had taken off him. As she buttoned it,
she smiled at the boy, "I'm dressed now!"

He was dumbfounded, panting as he stared at the woman in disbelief.

Long, flowing hair cascaded down either side of her pure white shirt. The woman's body was curvaceous and alluring.
The shirt reached just above her knees, revealing glimpses of her two fair, slender legs. The allure
was no less than when she was completely naked, for the young man knew perfectly well how exquisitely beautiful she was beneath the shirt.
He knew everything about her, including her most intimate secrets…

Her smile grew even more captivating as her Adam's apple bobbed. She moved closer, her delicate hand slowly tracing his
chest

asked. He reached for her, but she slipped away like a cunning fish. Her dark, curly hair
tickled his palm, sending a shiver down his spine. She smiled back at him, a slight curve to her lips. "Your fifteen minutes are almost
up."

She was a witch.

Even in his youth, the young man was hot-blooded. To let her toy with him so freely and then discard him was simply
not in his nature. Playing with someone always comes at a price. The woman who had escaped was
pushed down by the boy as soon as she reached the living room.

Her clean, white shirt was ripped off again, and before the boy could even take off his trousers, she was already completely
naked. Her full, rounded breasts were tightly grasped by his hot hands, and the boy repeatedly caressed and kneaded them. The woman's
slender, exquisite waist lowered, revealing a beautiful line, and her buttocks were raised high. In this position,
the boy 's body pressed against her from behind, and he attacked her fiercely.

"Ah..." With a fierce thrust, the woman's head immediately tilted back, her glossy black hair
flying , her eyes sparkling, and her red lips vibrant.

The boy gripped her tightly, so tightly that he could clearly feel the woman's heartbeat "thump, thump" in his palm.
Thrust! Thump after thump, the boy's movements were frantic and fast. He liked this feeling of affecting her, and
he liked the sweet, wet sensation the woman had prepared for him.

His hand moved to their joined genitals, which were already soaking wet, his palm overflowing with moisture.
He pressed a heavy finger against the sensitive tip, and the woman's body arched as if electrocuted, her moans growing louder. Even the proudest
and most noble queen was now as soft and yielding as water beneath the young man.

The boy's hand moved upward, lifting her chin and turning her head to press his head against hers, opening his mouth and drawing out
her tongue to suckle it hungrily.

The woman always kept up with his passion, her soft hands not to be outdone, reaching back to caress the boy's
body , stroking his hot, throbbing penis, made even smoother and cooler by her own fluids. She gave it a perfectly timed
squeeze at the base, and the boy behind her couldn't help but pant, his movements becoming even more frenzied.

"Mmm... ah... Ayu..." the woman moaned, calling his name,
her words incoherent between each thrust: "Change... change positions."

The boy readily obeyed the queen's command.

Lying on the soft, clean carpet, the woman straddled him like an ancient Amazonian warrior, her body
undulating gracefully, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. She moved at her favorite rhythm and intensity, always knowing how to
please herself; her slender waist twisted alluringly, her snow-white, tender breasts
bouncing with each movement—a truly beautiful sight.

The boy's hands caressed her firm buttocks, his once calm, dark eyes now turning crimson, his
handsome face contorted with excitement, his fair cheeks flushed a light red as if drunk, his features sharp, his lips red
and teeth white—he looked exceptionally stunning.

Intense pleasure surged, and the boy couldn't resist thrusting to meet her movements, only
to displease the queen. She stopped, giving the boy's bare chest a punishing pinch, her crystal eyes narrowing slightly
as she said, "Who gave you permission to move around like that, hmm?"

The boy hissed, kneading her full buttocks repeatedly, urging the woman on.

"You've been naughty." The woman stopped, her waist twisting slightly in circles. "You'll be punished!" The words had barely
left her lips when her body jerked violently. "Ugh..." The boy gasped, unable to contain himself any longer, he
flipped her over, pinning her down, lifting her right leg, and thrusting deep inside her with the most intense passion.

He entered deeply, each stroke hitting her most sensitive spot. The intense stimulation softened her
movements , and her sweet voice sounded both delicate and alluring, utterly captivating.

The feeling was too wonderful; the boy could no longer control his desire, relentlessly
plunging into her body, wave after wave of powerful attacks pushing her to the ultimate bliss.

"Ah..." the woman screamed, shrinking back, her eyes and mind blank, her fingers digging into his
skin , her lower body overflowing with desire. Amidst her contractions and spasms, the boy thrust powerfully,
finally releasing his breath as he pressed against her…

*** *** *** ***

On the table, fresh, plump shrimp were delicious and springy, fresh fish was sweet, shiitake mushrooms were flavorful, and carrots were
bright . What was originally a lavish feast had been transformed into the simplest yet most delicious seafood risotto. Apart from a barely perceptible hint of
burnt flavor, it was still delicious when served with a bowl of clear beef broth.

Guo Jingyi sat at the table, eating heartily. She was truly hungry, eating the risotto with great gusto, yet her demeanor remained
elegant. Her naturally curly long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and she was still wearing the boy's white shirt. Her slender
waist and snow-white legs made her beautiful and alluring.

Ma Taiyu, having changed into another shirt, sat opposite the woman, eating quietly, his movements refined and his expression focused.

She lazily raised her eyes to look at the little devil who loved to act profound. Tsk tsk, just a moment ago he was
so infatuated he was practically devouring her, but now he's all high and mighty. She couldn't resist teasing him: "Is it good?"

He looked up at her.

She picked up the spoon from the bowl, her soft tongue slowly licking away the
rich , her bright, alluring eyes smiling at him.
The pale pink marks he had left on her porcelain-white collarbone were still visible from his previous passion, appearing and disappearing with her movements at the loosened collar of her shirt.

The boy dropped his knife and fork, his pupils contracted, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out
two words : "Delicious!"

"Ah Yu…" The deliberately drawn-out tone carried a strong allure. The woman leaned over the table,
her shirt collar slightly open, and licked his lips. "So… am I tastier,
or is the food tastier? Tell me!"

The boy's breath caught in his throat. Unable to resist such a strong temptation, he reached out to pull the woman into his arms,
but she smiled and pushed him away, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head. "I'm tired!"

The clear rejection was also true.

After a busy week of sleepless work, the woman's energy was completely depleted. She had only slept for five hours after
getting off , and the intense lovemaking they had just engaged in had
exhausted her hard-won energy.

"My legs are so sore!" the woman complained softly.

Of course they were sore. He had pinned her to the ground and thrust into her hard for over half an hour; how could they not be? Thinking of
their previous passionate encounter, the boy's eyes deepened.

"I'm going to take a relaxing aromatherapy bath later. You can massage me," the queen commanded matter-of-factly.

A bath? In the steamy tub, the woman lay in snow-white foam, her skin even more lustrous than the foam itself—
smooth and silky. The mere thought of that beautiful scene was enough to make the boy…

"Why are you blushing?" The woman's slender fingers intertwined… "What wicked thoughts are you having now? And you're blushing, so cute."

"Don't call me cute!" the boy glared at her, protesting, "I'm not a child."

Of course I am! She clearly is angry!

The boy had delicate features, a naturally baby face, and skin that was always fair and
smooth, never tanning, which added to his youthful innocence and made his lips appear even redder. Coupled with his young age and lingering boyish simplicity
, he was like a tender, green shoot—
utterly !

The woman reached out and grasped his hand: "My Ayu is getting cuter and cuter!"

This woman hadn't changed her bad habit; she always loved teasing him. He could be cold to anyone, but with this woman…
he couldn't bear to. He shook off her hand, but then felt a surge of resentment, and could only silently lower his head and continue eating, pretending not
to hear .

How awkward! Guo Jingyi laughed and pushed her plate towards him: "Ouch~~ My hand is so sore, can you
feed me?" She didn't care whether the boy was sulking or not; the young lady's command was perfectly justified, utterly outrageous.

He still complied. As the woman casually sat on his lap and nestled into his arms, the boy
took a spoon and spooned the rich, delicious seafood risotto into her mouth.

Clearly, the woman was used to being waited on, enjoying it immensely. She comfortably closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder,
only needing to open her mouth to chew. They were already intimately familiar with this behavior. He would feed her a bite, then
take a bite himself, sharing the seafood risotto made from two plates, intimately connected.

Though young, the boy was incredibly attentive, each bite perfectly sized and
just right didn't need to ask; a simple gesture was all it took for a spoon to be placed to her lips.

The large plate of seafood risotto, fed with such care, was devoured clean by both of them, though most of it
ended up in the boy's stomach. He got up and went to the kitchen to bring out sliced imported Taiwanese mangoes. The woman
casually ate

her fruit while watching him clear the table. The way the boy did housework was incredibly virtuous. He was very tall and upright, already
1.8 meters, and still growing, yet not the bulky, muscular type; he was
rather thin. But the woman knew that beneath that delicate exterior lay firm muscles. The light blue plaid shirt
he wore made him appear exceptionally refined and elegant.

How could there be such an obedient little brat! Smart and capable, most importantly, diligent, and with a good temper that
she could bully him at will. It's clear that her judgment has always been good, as evidenced by his appearance.

"Ayu." She beckoned to him with her finger, and the boy leaned down.

A kiss with the sweet scent of mango was imprinted on the boy's lips, and the woman's bright eyes were filled with joy and
satisfaction : "The mango is so sweet!"

She was even sweeter. Whenever she smiled at him like that, the boy felt like he wanted to give her everything he
had , but how much of everything could he possibly have?

He lowered his head and held the back of the woman's head, kissing her more deeply. He tasted the unique,
rich , and also the bitterness in his heart. The deeper the kiss, the more reluctant he was to let go. How could
he let go?

Faintly, the ringtone of a cell phone rang. They were kissing so passionately that they wanted to pretend
they didn't hear it , but the person on the other end seemed to be testing their patience, ringing again and again,
refusing to stop.

The woman sighed beneath his lips and gently pushed him away. The young man reluctantly released her lips, his tongue still lingering on
them.

"Bring me my phone," the young lady ordered.

The young man readily complied, not bothering to ask where she had put it, as she certainly wouldn't know; it was always
carelessly tossed aside. He simply followed the sound of music and finally found it under her pillow in her room.

"Who is it?" she asked, refusing to even reach out to take it. "Miss Fu." It was Fu Xiaoqi

, the eldest daughter of the Fu family, Guo Jingyi's close friend, and the future sister-in-law of the Guo family . 　　"Oh!" The woman picked up a slice of golden mango and put it in her mouth. "Answer it for me." 　　He pressed the call button without objection. The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was far from gentle: "Guo Jingyi, why did it take you so long to answer my call?" 　　Both were pampered young ladies, with exceptionally bad tempers, and Fu Xiaoqi also had Guo Xintan doting on her. 　　"Miss Fu, this is Ma Taiyu." His cool, aloof voice froze the young lady's temper. 　　After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, Fu Xiaoqi considered her options and realized she might not dare to provoke this silent young man. Her tone softened slightly: "Is Guo Jingyi there?" 　Glancing at the woman leisurely eating fruit, the young man replied, "Yes." 　　"Then call your sister to answer my call." 　　Ma Taiyu's grip on the phone tightened slightly, then he walked to her side and handed her the phone: "She wants you to listen." 　　"What a hassle." Guo Jingyi pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, took the phone, and asked impatiently, " What's wrong ?" 　　If there was anyone in the world more spoiled than the young lady Fu Xiaoqi, it would undoubtedly be Guo Jingyi. When two strong people meet, one must be weak, and Fu Xiaoqi was the weak one. 　　"I wanted to ask if you have any Christmas plans this year. Your brother hopes you can come home ..." 　　"It's December, and you're asking me now? How would I know?" He interrupted her impatiently. "You'd call about something like this? Hmph, just tell me the truth, hurry up and say what you want to say." 　　"Oh, why are you so direct?" She giggled on the other end. "I wanted to ask you to come with me !" 　　"No time." A fashion show? She had just rushed back from a hectic fashion show and didn't want to relive that nightmare. 　　"Jingyi, you're the best, come with me!" 　　"Ask my brother, your husband will go with you!" Everyone knew that the workaholic eldest brother of the Guo family was very doting on his girlfriend. Taking time to go to a fashion show was no problem. 　　"He's on a business trip to Shanghai and won't be back for at least half a month." 　　No wonder this young lady was pestering her. Guo Jingyi listened to her friend's conversation, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to the boy quietly continuing to clear the dishes. His movements were still clean and efficient, quiet and gentle, yet why could she clearly sense his anger 　　? Why was he suddenly angry? 　　"Let me tell you, why was your brother's tone so cold on the phone just now? It hasn't changed ! It almost froze me to death! Is he usually like this to you?" Fu Xiaoqi suddenly changed the subject, complaining to her. 　　Brother? So that's the reason.

(End of this chapter, to be continued)

(2) Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man

Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man
Words: 7600
Published on: Spring in the Courtyard

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Ma Taiyu is a child of the Guo family. Legally speaking, he is an adopted child of the Guo family.

The reason for adopting him was not because the Guo couple chose him. He was able to enter the Guo family because of Guo Jingyi
. It was because of Guo Jingyi that his life began to change.

At first, it was just because of the Guo family's annual fixed charity activities, such as visiting orphans, donating money, and giving
gifts. In Taiwan, entrepreneurs care about their social image in addition to company profits,
so these rich second-generation children were also brought along. Guo Xintan was fourteen years old at the time, mature beyond his years, always by his parents'
side , being taken around to do public relations. Meanwhile, the Guo family's most pampered little princess was playing
happily with the children at the orphanage.

The children at the orphanage were precocious, knowing from a young age how to read people's expressions. They understood that this precious little princess was from
a completely different world than them and could not be offended. They were all careful not to displease the little princess, so they all surrounded
Guo Jingyi, trying to please her and playing with her. She was also very familiar with this kind of flattery and was happy to accept it.

So, after playing happily with the group of children for two hours, as she was leaving, Miss Guo pointed to the
lonely little boy who had been sitting quietly alone in the corner the whole time and said to her most doting father, "I want
him!"

Listen to that, she wanted him! How self-righteous, how natural, as if she wanted a toy or
a piece of .

Guo Changrong initially disagreed. While he enjoyed participating in charity events, it was only because it
benefited his social image. Adopting a child? Impossible!

As it turned out, Guo Jingyi never failed to get what she wanted, even people. That's why Ma Taiyu
was there, by her side.

The teacher on the platform explained the process in slightly weathered French, repeatedly demonstrating
complex mathematical formulas on a whiteboard. Ma Taiyu's thoughts, however, had already drifted away from that world of symbols and formulas.

That year, Ma Taiyu was seven years old and had been living in the orphanage for a year. From the accidental death of his parents in a car accident to entering
the orphanage , his life had undergone a dramatic change. What was once a warm, basic family of three, living a happy life
despite not being wealthy, was suddenly left alone after a car accident caused by falling rocks on the highway.

The Ma couple had few relatives or friends to begin with, and after moving to Taipei after their marriage ten years prior,
they had rarely contacted their relatives in the south. After his parents' death, no one was willing to adopt him, so he was
sent to the orphanage.

Among a group of children with different tragic backgrounds, Ma Taiyu wasn't particularly outstanding. His thin frame was
n't exactly endearing, and coupled with his taciturn and withdrawn personality, and
his , his chances of being adopted were slim. He himself hadn't even considered the possibility of adoption.

He stayed quietly in the orphanage, building his own little world, oblivious to the outside world, and
unwilling to care.

It was strange that Guo Jingyi would choose him. Ma Taiyu had been silent all day, not uttering
a single word . How could he possibly catch the attention of a wealthy young lady? Yet, he was.

Among so many children—cute, lively, beautiful, handsome—all kinds of endearing appearances—Guo Jingyi
had chosen him. And it was obvious that the Guo couple had never intended to adopt a child. They already
had sons and daughters and were always proud of their lineage; how could they possibly adopt an orphan?

The young lady wanted him, and there was nothing they could do; everyone was bothered and had no choice but to accept. Moreover, from another perspective,
although the Guo family was incredibly wealthy, its population was not large, so having more people would be beneficial.

In this generation, Guo Changrong only had two beloved children, Guo Xintan and Guo Jingyi. Boys were expected to inherit the family business,
so the requirements were naturally strict. This only precious daughter was exceptionally valuable, and everyone doted on her
excessively. They were more concerned with whether she wanted him than with whether she wanted him.

Thus, Guo Changrong, with his extremely strict views on social status, finally gave in to his daughter's tantrums and
adopted Ma Taiyu.

Ma Taiyu didn't want to change his surname, and the Guo family didn't mind. After all, he was an orphan and didn't deserve the
noble name; they just wanted to give Guo Jingyi a childhood playmate.

Thus, Ma Taiyu entered the Guo family on Guo Jingyi's inexplicable whim, becoming the Guo family's third
child . However, the Guo family never officially introduced him to the public; most of their relatives and friends didn't even know
they had adopted a child.

Having lived in the Guo family for eleven years, Ma Taiyu was well aware of his status and position, and he adhered to the rules. Although Guo Jingyi
liked to boss him around and took him everywhere, he knew that she was the only
person in the Guo family who truly cared about him and genuinely liked him.

The Guo couple were another story; their indifference was not surprising, and not giving them a hard time was already considered a sign of their magnanimity .
The eldest son, Guo Xintan, was busy with both his studies and work, and they rarely even saw each other, so their
relationship was naturally distant.

Only the eldest daughter of the Guo family, though willful, temperamental, and cunning, treated him with genuine kindness
. At least, Ma Taiyu understood the sincerity in the sharp voices defending him amidst the servants' mockery
, and he also understood the deep affection in the clear, resentful voices of
his .

Throughout their journey, he had kept Guo Jingyi's kindness to him deep in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't understand her goodness; she was an
unexpected shooting star in his life, burning brightly and passionately into his heart.

When his daughter wanted to study in France and asked Ma Taiyu to come with her, he didn't hesitate at all,
leaving familiar Taiwan to accompany her to France.

The Guo family was also very happy. Compared to letting their beloved daughter live alone in Paris, having
Ma Taiyu take care of her daily life was much more reassuring. After all, Ma Taiyu had been caring for their daughter
for so many years, and Guo Jingyi and her family were already used to his presence.

Guo Jingyi had Ma Taiyu by her side, a familiar and caring younger brother to look after her—everything seemed natural.

Six years had passed; they had studied and lived in France for a full six years. Now, Ma Taiyu was about to
graduate high school and take his university entrance exams, while Guo Jingyi was about to graduate from university. Because of the different education systems in the two countries, he had been
delayed by a year, making the distance between them four years.

Ma Taiyu opened his palm, looking at the clear lines on it. These hands, even now, still had nothing; he could give her
nothing . Even his own tuition was currently being paid for by the Guo family. Although for the Guo family, with their billions in assets
, it was just a small, insignificant sum, Ma Taiyu no longer wanted to take it.

Now, Ma Taiyu not only had himself, but also her—the pampered young lady Guo Jingyi, who had been carefully raised since birth
, loved by her parents and protected by her brother. She was born to enjoy a life of luxury; who would bear
to let her suffer?

Even now, with his abilities, he was far from being able to take care of her independently, and Ma Taiyu hated this
feeling of powerlessness.

Their relationship had developed too early and too intensely, while his abilities had progressed too slowly and too weakly.

His fingers slowly tightened; he wanted to take responsibility for his and her lives with his own hands, but he was still powerless
now , at least until he went to university. A deep bitterness spread through his heart; he
hated this feeling of powerlessness, hated it terribly.

The bell rang, pulling him back from his wandering thoughts. The entire morning had passed without him
even noticing. It turned out that so much time had slowly slipped by, and it took so
long to recall every little detail.

"Hi, Ma, want to have lunch together at the student cafeteria?" A pure and sweet face,
like appeared before him with a smile. He knew her—Esther, his classmate,
who had been very kind and friendly to him for over two years of high school and often talked to him.

"No need." He still refused, quickly tidying up his textbooks on the table, avoiding looking at the pretty face
that showed disappointment. In this world, except for Guo Jingyi, he habitually refused everyone's requests, and
never felt guilty.

As he left the classroom, his phone beeped with a LINE message. He took it out and opened it: "I want black truffle and wild mushroom
cheese risotto, French southwestern duck confit, and dessert: sabayon tonight."

It was very much in Guo Jingyi's tone, a direct order, never caring whether others would feel uncomfortable, or
what season it was, or whether they could find certain essential ingredients in the supermarket.

But it was Guo Jingyi's choice, so what was the problem?

A bright yellow Ferrari sped through the streets of Paris. It was
3:30 pm on a weekday afternoon, and the traffic in the city center was excellent. Guo Jingyi sat in the driver's seat, her beautiful fingers lightly tracing the smooth
steering wheel . Outside, a light rain was falling, and the soulful voice of a female singer, with its strong, alluring quality
, filled the car. The wipers swept silently but rhythmically across the windshield, gently brushing away the raindrops
.

Guo Jingyi was in a good mood today. In London, she had received high praise and attention, even from her strictest mentor, the
chief designer of a major fashion company, who smiled at her. She knew she had truly performed well this time.

As it turned out, even without the halo of being the eldest daughter of the Guo family, Guo Jingyi could still excel
. She spent over a year preparing, countless sleepless nights selecting materials, drawing sketches, and
endlessly revising and patching, finally culminating in this spectacular performance.

She knew what this success meant to her! Even before the fashion show ended, several
large clothing companies had already extended recruitment offers to her. These opportunities were
the dream , but none of them were what Guo Jingyi wanted.

Guo Jingyi wanted to create her own brand, start her own company, not work for others. She was
the eldest daughter of the Guo family, with ample money to indulge her dreams—why not use it?

She didn't see anything wrong with using her family's money to start a company. After all, born into a wealthy family
, she already had a higher starting point than ordinary people and could quickly take the straight path; why be foolish enough to take
a detour ? From childhood, her life was always luxurious and exquisite, and she was used to this
lifestyle. She never hesitated to spend money, especially since her brother was now earning more money and spoiling her more than her father.
Even if she did nothing, she could never spend all the wealth around her.

She knew she was talented and had a large amount of capital at her disposal, so why not make good use of it?
Why rely on prestigious lineage, endorsements, and
spend ten or even decades working for a famous fashion design company to create a sub-brand when she could have successfully developed her own? She
disdained such waste. She was Guo Jingyi, the apple of the Guo family's eye. She had the capital to enjoy extravagance, so why not?

Her life was never hard; she never had to worry about money. Everything went her way, and she could do whatever she wanted
. All of this contributed to her arrogant and conceited personality. But in reality, Guo Jingyi knew her limits and never
acted unreasonably. So, from a young age, although she had the temperament of a pampered young lady, her cheerful, straightforward
, and generous nature earned her many true friends and excellent interpersonal relationships, especially with the opposite sex, which was astonishing.

From elementary school onwards, she was never short of boys following her around, whether they were from wealthy families
or ambitious young men, all of whom were captivated by her sweet smile. But she
didn't want any of those ordinary guys.

Before the traffic light turned, she deftly turned the steering wheel and drove into the right lane.

From the moment they met when she was ten, Guo Jingyi only saw that silent and stubborn boy. Amidst
the laughter and noise, he always sat there alone, utterly quiet. He never fawned over
her like other children, nor did he deliberately provoke her like in TV dramas or novels.

He was always immersed in his own world, inaccessible to others, and unwilling to leave. His dark
eyes revealed a precocious maturity beyond his years.

The moment Guo Jingyi saw him, she secretly observed him. She noticed that no matter how
sweet , he never looked up at her; no matter how much fun she had playing with the other children, he remained
indifferent. Even when gifts were being handed out, and the children lined up excitedly to receive them, he didn't even glance at them
.

It seemed like his world consisted only of himself, with no one else. This was something that the pampered
young lady couldn't understand or tolerate. So, she insisted on intruding into his world.

At the time, she was simply inexplicably determined to have him, to keep him by her side, to make sure that Ma Taiyu
's eyes weren't only on himself. But who would have thought that this insistence would last for eleven years?

Initially, it was just a habit, a habit of having Ma Taiyu by her side. He was quiet and didn't talk much, letting Guo Jingyi
throw tantrums as she pleased, as long as it wasn't excessive. She even found it amusing when she occasionally teased him, trying to make him less mature and
do things more befitting his age.

But only she knew this side of Ma Taiyu. His demeanor in front of others was different from how he acted around her.
Although like a domineering woman
.

But what did it matter how composed he was? He was still a cute little devil. Thinking of how he used to be, a head shorter than her, and
would occasionally get angry and act sulky, Guo Jingyi's dimples deepened in her smile. That side of Ma Taiyu only
existed in front of her, and she loved that uniqueness.

Her interactions with him initially stemmed from mere curiosity. She wanted to understand him, so she impulsively
asked her parents to adopt him, to let him know that she had a happy life, and to have him by her
side to share that happiness, perhaps even to bring back his joyful smile.

But the longer time went on, the more she felt that having him by her side was an even happier thing. This feeling
only overwhelmed her when she first went to Paris alone to study fashion design. It was the first time she had been
separated realize
how terrible it was to live without him. For so many years, Ma Taiyu had always been by her side, never leaving. She had always taken him
for granted; since her father had entrusted him with her life, he should be there for her for the rest of his life
.

Along the way, from elementary school to junior high, in just a few short years, Ma Taiyu's features had matured, becoming more defined,
refined, and elegant. He was very different from the typical active, dirty, and sweaty boy; he was calm and reserved
, with a low-key mystery. Furthermore, because of his background, there was always a hint of melancholy in his eyes. Such
a boy was very attractive to young girls, so pretty girls often came to him
to confess their feelings and ask him to date them.

For some reason, this infuriated Guo Jingyi. Every time, she would get extremely angry, and
her incredibly volatile temper would erupt.

Whether it was cold indifference or sharp tongue, Guo Jingyi would always find a way to drive away those girls, and then vent
her anger on Ma Taiyu. She demanded that he promise to stay with her for the rest of his life and never look at any other girl. At first, she
thought it was just her being spoiled and possessive, but later Guo Jingyi realized that the uncomfortable
feeling was jealousy.

It was ridiculous that the school beauty, known for her angelic face and devilish figure, the eldest daughter of the Guo family, would be jealous of those
roadside wildflowers and young girls. But that was the truth.

Arriving in Paris, she realized the significance of Ma Taiyu to her, so Guo Jingyi simply went all
out
and insisted that he come and accompany her, even knowing that he hadn't studied French, that the two educational systems were different, and that his young age would make things difficult for him.

As always, Ma Taiyu accepted all her insistence without question. Reintegrating into school
required him to spend a lot of time learning the language. Even though he was ostracized by classmates and struggled to adapt to the new environment, he
never complained. He stayed by her side, taking care of her daily needs.

Guo Jingyi knew he was proud, so she didn't ask her father to buy her a luxurious villa near the school.
Instead, she bought a small apartment in the city. The Guo family covered his tuition and living expenses, while he took care of her
. This made Ma Taiyu feel at ease.

For six years, he was far more capable than the average girl. Although Guo Jingyi came from a wealthy family, she
didn't particularly like Western food but preferred traditional Chinese cuisine. So, Ma Taiyu took cooking classes and became an
excellent cook. Because Guo Jingyi was carefree, he always patiently cleaned up the mess she
made . Since she didn't like strangers in the house, there were no maids; all the housework and cooking were
done by Ma Taiyu.

Balancing his studies and caring for her, Ma Taiyu was much more mature and composed than boys his age.

Guo Jingyi knew he was good to her, but she didn't know if it was out of gratitude or something else. He was too
reserved to notice. Their feelings for each other were ambiguous; they had been together all along,
but had never held hands.

Until six months ago, on Ma Taiyu's eighteenth birthday, she specially celebrated his birthday.
The candlelight was lovely, the food was excellent, and the red wine was plentiful. When they looked at each other, something else seemed to appear in their eyes. She
saw a burning passion in his eyes, and it was this that encouraged her. Guo Jingyi took the initiative, and they kissed
. Then… she ended his first time with her own.

Both were inexperienced in sex. Fortunately, alcohol fueled their passion that night, and fortunately, she had
done . The process was messy, but at least it was successful. In the throes of excruciating pain, Guo Jingyi bit
his arm hard. He made her bleed, so naturally she wanted Ma Taiyu to taste the pain of bleeding. To this day, a deep scar remains on his arm—
her personal mark on him.

Some things, you might not realize they exist until they're exposed, but that night, it wasn't just a
thin veil that was pierced. Once the taboo between them was broken, nothing could ever go back to the way it was before. Her
feelings for Ma Taiyu had become increasingly certain and clear since arriving in Paris. Guo Jingyi, having lived for twenty-one years, had always been clear about what
she wanted and was determined to obtain it, especially when it came to "love."

Perhaps she wasn't entirely sure about his feelings for her now, but that didn't matter; at least Guo Jingyi knew his...
In life, and in her heart, there was only one woman—now and always. Whether it was gratitude
or , she wanted everything that belonged to Ma Taiyu.

She glanced at the time; Ma Taiyu was almost done with his classes. She decided to drive past the school to pick him up and go home together,
and they could also buy groceries at the market.

Without hesitation, Guo Jingyi signaled and turned towards his school.

Twenty minutes later, she slowly drove into the alley near the school. The rain intensified, and she
slowed her pace to avoid splashing pedestrians with water from the puddles.

She arrived just in time. Seeing groups of students walking by, a smile played on her lips. She knew
her son was eccentric and disliked crowds, always waiting until most people had left before coming out. She'd have to wait a
while, but she wasn't worried about missing him.

Winter had arrived, and it was raining in Paris. The sky was already somewhat gloomy. She drove carefully
, her eyes glancing casually at the left front, but then suddenly fixed on something.

The slanting raindrops intertwined, casting a hazy mist over the street. A young boy and girl stood
facing each other . The handsome boy, dressed in a prestigious school uniform, held a large, open black umbrella. His features were striking, while
the beautiful girl's golden hair was wet with rain, her curled temples framing her sweet and endearing youthful face. She
looked up at the boy, chatting and laughing. The two shared an umbrella, standing there like a painting.

Guo Jingyi's bright eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at the scene.

The porcelain-doll-like girl's eyes sparkled, her rosy lips moving as if she were telling
the boy something happy. The handsome boy, however, remained expressionless, his emotions unreadable. After a moment, he gently shook his head and
handed the umbrella to the girl.

The girl waved her hand frantically, reaching for the boy's hand with her other, clearly inviting him to share an umbrella in the rainy
street .

That umbrella was all too familiar to her. This meticulous and cautious young man always
carried a black umbrella with him during the rainy winters of Paris, never stooping to the pathetic act of running wildly in the rain.

"That's enough!

" Guo Jingyi jerked the steering wheel, ignoring whether it was legal to enter the alley in the wrong direction, and drove straight towards them. She
pressed the accelerator harder and harder, the high-performance, expensive sports car accelerating instantly, its elegant form rising rapidly
before abruptly braking, stopping abruptly right in front of the boy and girl. The car's wheels slammed through the puddles on the roadside
, splashing water a meter high directly onto the people standing there.

"Ouch!" Esther exclaimed, soaked to the bone, and instinctively took
a few steps back.

Ma Taiyu wasn't spared either; his hair and clothes were dripping wet. He looked up at the arrogant sports car, and
upon recognizing it, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes.

With a "snap," Guo Jingyi pushed open the car door and stepped out. She wore a cream-colored silk blouse paired with a striking rose-
red short skirt, a thin, dark black leather belt cinching her slender waist. A long, dark gray
cardigan , and her naturally wavy black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She possessed a unique blend of designer wildness and ladylike
elegance, two qualities perfectly combined. Just standing there, she was enough to attract everyone's attention.

The air was damp and cold, with dense rain and fog, but Guo Jingyi's expression was like a burning flame, her gaze both
angry and captivating.

The moment Ma Taiyu saw Guo Jingyi standing in the rain, his aloof expression instantly changed. He quickly
walked over, grabbed her hand, and pushed her towards the sports car. "Don't get wet, you'll catch a cold!"

She slapped his hand away forcefully, poking his chest with her finger. "Hmph!
Isn't perfect? It'll make it easier for you two to share an umbrella, how romantic!"

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about her spoiled princess temper. He quickly unbuttoned
his coat and covered her head, completely disregarding his own thin clothing and the fact that he was already soaked.

Guo Jingyi glared at him, then strode towards the stunned porcelain doll-like girl, standing aggressively in
front of her and sizing her up.

Very well, a beautiful, sweet, and innocent girl, completely different from Guo Jingyi.
She glared again at the boy who was only focused on shielding her from the rain. Hmph! "I'll settle the score with him later," she thought,
turning to the girl and arrogantly asking, "Who are you?"

"I...I'm Esther, Ma's classmate."

Her French pronunciation of "Ma" had a uniquely sweet tone, but it made Guo Jingyi
extremely uncomfortable. Her glare at the boy intensified with murderous intent. However, Guo Jingyi never made things difficult for girls
; if she wanted to be ruthless, she'd target the culprit, but not now!

"You like him?" she asked, pointing a beautiful, slender finger at the boy beside her.

Esther's lovely face flushed slightly as she secretly glanced at the handsome boy. Though shy, she
bravely nodded gently, "Yes... I... like him.

" (End of this chapter, to be continued) (3) Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man

Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man
Word Count: 8600
Published on: Spring Full of Courtyards on 2013/09/13

Chapter 3

Such words, such confessions, were not unfamiliar to Guo Jingyi. Whether it was herself or Ma Taiyu,
these two outstanding individuals faced countless similar taunts every year.

But this time was different. This time, Ma Taiyu stood beside the girl. This time, Ma Taiyu shared an umbrella with
the girl —an umbrella that Guo Jingyi had bought.

"You like him?" Her gaze suddenly turned fierce, sharp as a blade, before she turned back and asked,
"Then do you know who I am?"

"Hmm~" she nodded gently. "I know you're Ma's older sister." From the day she met Ma, the girl
was captivated by this unique Eastern classmate. Completely different from the brash Western boys around her,
he was refined, quiet, and composed. Over the years, she had grown to like him more and more. As for the person she liked
: the girl naturally listened to all the gossip about the boy, carefully observing and understanding it all. The girl knew Ma had...
There was an older sister, and the two were very close. They had come to Paris six years ago, and the older sister, Guo Jingyi, was currently studying at a prestigious design university in the suburbs of
Paris .

A strange smile played on Guo Jingyi's lips. "Hey~ you mean, I'm his… older sister, right?
" She glanced meaningfully at the silent boy beside her.

"Yes."

"Hmm. Watch closely!" Guo Jingyi turned, stood on tiptoe, and hooked her arm around Ma Taiyu's neck, lifting
her his lips. She tasted the coolness of raindrops on his lips, but the moisture quickly
evaporated with the warmth of their bodies.

Guo Jingyi's tongue explored Ma Taiyu's lips, teasing his tongue and lips, then became unstoppable, before
reluctantly parting. Guo Jingyi's tongue slowly licked Ma Taiyu's moist lips, then she turned to Esther, whose face had turned
pale smiled coquettishly. "Do you think we're just siblings? Hmm~"

Such intimate actions, how could they be just siblings? Esther was too shocked to utter a word.
Even if she were stupid, she would understand that the kiss just now was not just a polite kiss between siblings. The girl saw it
clearly, their tongues... were touching...

Oh my god! The boy she had liked for several years already had a lover, and that lover
was ... was the boy's sister!?!? This was really...

Watching the girl run away crying, Guo Jingyi's anger burned even brighter. It was better to be sad now than to let her
sink deeper and have no way back.

She turned her head and glared at the culprit, but Ma Taiyu looked back at her calmly.

Damn it! He dared to be calm, dared to be calm?

"Who told you to flirt with everyone and flirt like that!" Furious, Guo Jingyi stomped on Ma Taiyu's foot
, throwing a tantrum.

"Get in the car." Ma Taiyu let her stomp on his foot, neither dodging nor flinching, but he insisted on one thing: he
noticed Guo Jingyi's coat was soaked. In this winter weather, she was getting soaked in the rain. Even if she wanted to be willful, Guo Jingyi
couldn't take it out on her own body.

"You dare order me around?" Guo Jingyi stared at Ma Taiyu in disbelief, trembling with anger.
"I'm not going in, what can you do about it?!"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Ma Taiyu's eyes. He knew Guo Jingyi's temper all too well; she always responded better to gentle persuasion than force. A
direct confrontation would only result in mutual destruction. "Let's go home! Once we're home, you can be as angry as you want, okay?"

Guo Jingyi poked Ma Taiyu's chest hard with her finger. "Don't act like an adult,
okay ? You're just a little kid, and you dare to lecture me? I refuse to go home. Weren't you just
sharing an umbrella with another girl? How romantic, how happy? Why didn't you want to go home then? Now that the girl's gone
, you say you're going home, say it!"

Ma Taiyu remained silent, only gripping Guo Jingyi's wrist tightly with a steady strength. The boy's clear
eyes were resolute, his rosy lips pressed tightly together, and his rain-dampened black hair clung to his forehead and neck,
making his skin appear even more translucent and fair.

"Why are you looking at me like that? No matter how much you look, I'm not going home! If you want to leave, leave yourself!" Guo
Jingyi threw a tantrum, glaring fiercely at Ma Taiyu.

Ma Taiyu suddenly sighed, then reached out and, ignoring her screams and struggles, scooped Guo Jingyi up in his arms, so tightly that the woman could
barely breathe. The boy buried his face in Guo Jingyi's neck, the coolness of her skin sending
shivers down her spine.

"Be good, let's go home, okay?" His soft, gentle voice brushed against the back of her
ear , sending shivers down her spine.

He said home, home…

"Ma Taiyu! You…"

"Let's go home… Jingyi…" The drawn-out syllable, unlike his usual clear tone, had a
soft in the knees.

With a hiss, Guo Jingyi clearly felt her burning anger extinguished by the ice water. Humph
! He was being affectionate! This guy was actually being affectionate—the rarest and most unusual thing he'd ever done was be affectionate with her.

She'd actually softened! Sigh! She was so pathetic.

Guo Jingyi reached out and pinched the flesh on his waist, though she didn't want to pinch too hard, and loosened her grip, asking, "
What were you two talking about just now?" Her tone was still fierce, but Ma Taiyu knew she was
n't that angry anymore.

"She said she didn't have an umbrella and wanted me to take her home. I gave her mine, but she wouldn't let me."

This idiot! Of course she wouldn't let me. The girl wanted to enjoy the romance of sharing an umbrella, not
actually borrow it. Didn't he understand?

Of course he understood. Ma Taiyu wasn't stupid. "Jingyi, I won't like her! Don't be angry, okay
?" His voice was still pleading, a tenderness that Guo Jingyi couldn't resist.

It was shameless of him to use this trick on her, knowing she was most vulnerable to his vulnerability!

But Guo Jingyi looked up from Ma Taiyu's embrace, her eyes alluring, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Oh~
such a beautiful girl, and you don't like her? Then who do you like?"

Ma Taiyu didn't answer, just stared at her, his eyes watery, his lips a vibrant red as if glossy, his long,
moist eyelashes trembling slightly—a face so incredibly cute and irresistibly alluring.

"It's this face!" Guo Jingyi gritted her teeth and reached out to pinch the boy's cheek. "Looking so devilish
, no wonder you attract so many suitors."

Ma Taiyu lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips.

Guo Jingyi gritted her teeth and glared at him, "Not again."

Another kiss.

"Ma Taiyu, you can't always use the same trick, it's so unoriginal, so shameful!"

Another kiss.

"Mmm...don't stop. I haven't forgiven you yet!..."

And so, the cold rain, the biting wind, the hurried pedestrians outside—none of it mattered anymore.
Guo Jingyi was in his arms, Ma Taiyu beside her. Right there in the car, they embraced, they kissed passionately. What did it matter how low the temperature
outside ? Inside, a raging fire burned!

But, he hadn't seemed to answer her question just now…

"Jingyi…" Ma Taiyu's panting voice, with a sensuality and depth he only showed to Guo Jingyi, made…
Her body warmed familiarly, and that gaze made a certain part of Guo Jingyi's body feel so tender it could drip water.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go home..."

The hot object rubbing against her lower abdomen repeatedly, and Ma Taiyu's increasingly moist eyes, made the witch's
smile even more charming and sweet.

"Mmm... okay...

" Then a fast sports car left a bright yellow trail in the gray city! The

elegant golden showerhead was turned on, and dense, warm water poured down, filling the entire
bathroom with a misty haze. The soft, panting breaths of the woman coming from the rising steam made the ambiguous atmosphere even more
unclear .

Guo Jingyi's fair and exquisite body lay naked against the smooth wall of the spacious bathroom. Her eyes
were bright and hazy, her skin translucent, her cheeks flushed. Intermittent, beautiful moans
escaped from her slightly parted, tender red lips, sweet and sticky, her slightly parted white teeth gently rubbing against them.

A slender, long jade leg was draped over the broad shoulders of the squatting man, while Ma Taiyu tilted his head back, burying his head
between Guo Jingyi's legs, using his nimble, warm tongue to explore and savor the sweetness and exquisite taste
deep within .

"Mmm... Ah Yu..." the woman gasped, calling the boy's name. Her delicate white toes curled up behind the man's back. Guo
Jingyi's arms, already weak and surrendering, could only hang limply at her sides, lightly grasping the boy's black hair. Her sensitive body
twisted , pushing her intimate parts deeper and deeper into the boy's lips, letting
him attack and plunder her wantonly.

Guo Jingyi freely blossomed the beauty of a woman's flower within Ma Taiyu's lips, her nectar soaked to the brim
. But that wretched man still wouldn't let her go, roughly and forcefully parting her two
most intimate petals with his thick fingers, and hatefully letting his nimble tongue penetrate even deeper, hooking into her tender flesh even further inside. His
index finger brazenly pressed down hard on the most sensitive spot at the tip of her mound, drawing circles and rubbing,
eliciting screams and writhing from Guo Jingyi. The boy sucked on her loudly, "tsk tsk," and no matter how much the Guo family witch cried and begged for mercy, twisting
her body and trying to dodge, she couldn't escape the boy's torment.

After several ups and downs, Guo Jingyi was already drenched in sweat, her whole body aching from the physical struggle with Ma Taiyu. The woman urgently
pressed her body against the boy, "Ayu, I want... um... I want... faster! Um..."

Since the queen has given the order, what's the problem? Charge! Go berserk! Explode!

Amidst the sticky, wet liquid and on the woman's naked, smooth skin, a fierce battle of flesh unfolded
. The boy's lips were pressed against Guo Jingyi's, his fingers withdrawing from her tight, moist vulva
, a trail of sticky fluid clinging to his lips, dripping and gliding.
Ma Taiyu opened his rosy lips, licking the woman's palm with his tongue, his dark eyes wickedly fixed on Guo Jingyi's thirsty
gaze:

"Want it? Hmm?"

This was truly too wicked, too alluring, too seductive. Guo Jingyi's body was so weak she could barely stand, the emptiness in her lower body
tormenting her with restlessness. When it comes to temptation, between men and women, who is the victor?

Guo, the Great Witch, reached down and grasped the boy's burgeoning, burning desire, squeezing tightly in her palm.
She roared

"Ma Taiyu!"

"Fuck me..." he weakly managed, barely audible.

Ma Taiyu gasped, gritting his teeth as he murmured, lifting Guo Jingyi's snow-white thigh
and thrusting his overflowing "passion" inside.

"Ah..." The man and woman gasped simultaneously, their brows unfurling at the exquisite sensation of their rapid union, the long-awaited
sweetness.

Deep and swollen, tight and tender, wave after wave of pleasure washed over them.

In the midst of their passionate movements, Ma Taiyu kissed her brows and eyes fiercely. Against that soft, white skin,
a blush, a blush only he understood, would always appear in Guo Jingyi's intense passion, like the exquisite crimson
luster —charming and alluring, captivating the young man. His nimble tongue licked across her eyelids,
following her moist, curled eyelashes, savoring each inch as if trying to
devour .

"Ah~ faster… harder, Ah Yu," Guo Jingyi cried, unable to contain her desire, tightening her grip
on his fiery passion, greedily savoring Ma Taiyu's kisses. The young man's fiery advances fueled the woman's impatient urge, unleashing her
unbridled passion, making no attempt to conceal her intense desire for him. She gripped him tightly, sucking on him, using her rich, mysterious
moisture to draw him deeper into her body, penetrating her honeyed depths, refusing to let him out.

Ma Taiyu's breathing grew heavier, enjoying the woman's increasingly intense sucking and biting. His clear
black pupils were tinged with desire, and a faint blush rose to his fair cheeks.

The boy's movements became more vigorous, his thrusts faster and harder, the sizzling of water and the slapping of flesh
raising the temperature of their passion in the elegant and cozy bathroom.

Hot, so hot, almost unbearably hot. Drops of desire splashed onto the man and woman's skin,
evaporating from their burning skin, splashing everywhere with their intercourse, covering the floor and countertops,
filling the room with a decadent, erotic atmosphere.

So delicate, so alluring, both young bodies so tender and sweet. Ma Taiyu panted and
groaned, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, his clear eyes now bloodshot, half-closed, enjoying
Guo Jingyi's tight embrace deep within, her delicate contractions. In his enjoyment, he lowered his head and bit Guo Jingyi's nipple, taking it
into his mouth and sucking it heavily with a smacking sound.

"Mmm..." Guo Jingyi cried out in response to desire, her alluring fluids flowing uncontrollably
. Waves of overwhelming pleasure filled the woman's perfect body. Guo Jingyi could hardly bear it, and could
only keep clinging her body tightly to Ma Taiyu. The woman's fingers unconsciously
rubbed repeatedly in the boy's wet hair, murmuring the boy's name with long, nasal sobs.

The climax came suddenly, like a volcanic eruption. Guo Jingyi cried out and hugged his body,
collapsing in Ma Taiyu's arms. It was so wonderful and so intense. Only he could
give her this feeling and this experience, and she only wanted what he could give her. It

was exhilarating and unrestrained, leaving her feeling weak and limp.

The boy's white volcano erupted freely on the woman's delicate body: her hair, face, and breasts
, each drop a clear and proud declaration of ownership.

Unexpectedly!

After a rain shower after school, and a whole night of frenzied passion, the usually robust
boy couldn't get out of bed the next morning after the bell rang.

Ma Taiyu, who always woke up promptly at 6:30, was now burning up, his delicate face flushed
, his eyes watery, and his lips unusually pale. He lay in bed wrapped in a blanket, his breathing unusually
heavy .

The temperature reading from the ear thermometer made Guo Jingyi frown. This boy was never sick,
but his illness was so alarming, coming on so suddenly.

"Um, I'll go prepare breakfast right away… cough cough… you're going to see…" This sick boy actually
tried to force himself to get out of bed.

"Lie down properly!" Guo Jingyi scolded sweetly. The usually obedient boy immediately lay back down on the bed,
his clear black and white eyes filled with innocence and bloodshot veins.

Seeing him so weak made Guo Jingyi's heart ache. She sighed,

"Good boy, change your clothes. We're going to the hospital now."

Ma Taiyu was about to retort when she froze him with a
glare. Knowing her uncompromising nature , he obediently got up and went to the dressing room next door to put on his outerwear.

Because Guo Jingyi studied fashion design and loved buying clothes, her clothes,
shoes , bags, and accessories were almost overflowing the 12-ping (approximately 3.3 square meters) apartment.
She had even converted one of the rooms into a walk-in closet.

Ma Taiyu's clothes only took up a small wardrobe; the rest of the space was filled with Guo Jingyi's clothes.
All sorts of clothing and accessories filled the 10-ping space completely.

"Wear something warm." A brand-new wool men's jacket was tossed over. Ma Taiyu coughed as he caught it and
silently put it on.

"This one." The witch walked over carrying a thick black coat. After the boy put it on, Guo
Jingyi buttoned it up for him. Her sensitive fingertips transmitted the heat from his skin, and the woman's brows furrowed even more.

"I...cough cough...I'm fine." The boy's burning fingers touched the ends of Guo Jingyi's furrowed brows. The brat
coughed while trying to comfort her.

He quickly turned his face away, afraid of infecting her.

Seriously, why is he so worrying? The more she cared, the fiercer the woman's tone became: "Don't
move around , stand still."

"Okay." The boy obediently stood there, letting Guo Jingyi do as she pleased. A gray scarf wrapped tightly around
Ma Taiyu . The woman reached out and tidied his hair.
After making sure he was taken care of properly, Guo Jingyi took her red coat and put it on, then casually tied her hair back.

"It's in the first drawer on the left of the second shelf of the oak cabinet." Seeing Guo Jingyi looking for her bag, Ma Taiyu covered his lips and
gently reminded her.

He organized all of Guo Jingyi's things, so he knew exactly where everything was.
Moreover whatever clothes she wore had to match her shoes and bags perfectly. So
, Ma Taiyu could tell where the accessories were just by looking at what she was wearing.

Sure enough, he found the bag she wanted in the first drawer on the left.

Guo Jingyi led the boy out of the closet, and with his prompting, they successfully found her phone,
wallet , and keys, following her out the door.

On the way to the hospital, Guo Jingyi called the school to ask for leave for the boy, and then called her own
company to cancel her meeting that day.

The rest of the process went smoothly. Seeing the doctor, getting an injection, picking up medicine—Ma Taiyu had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius and almost
developed acute pneumonia. If they had delayed going to the hospital any longer, the consequences would have been very serious.

When Guo Jingyi's doctor friend, Jean-Pierre, examined him, his words shocked the woman
, making her face turn pale with fear and guilt.

It was all because she had lost her temper yesterday, causing the boy to be soaked in the freezing rain for so long. Ma Taiyu had even
used his own coat to shield her from the rain, which was why he had gotten sick.

Ma Taiyu was a very well-behaved and handsome boy, and also a very cooperative patient who never threw tantrums.
Although he rarely went to the hospital, didn't get injections, or take medicine, he was still very endearing. Even
the nurse, over forty years old, who was giving him the injection, was smiling and handling the boy with exceptional gentleness, trying to coax him into talking.

But today, the boy was quieter than usual. His usually lively face was now weary
from , pale, making his eyes appear even darker and larger. His cheekbones
were unusually flushed from the high fever, and his lips looked like they were coated with a thick layer of colorless lip gloss. This brat, even in this sickly state,
was strangely beautiful.

His youthful, delicate, and fragile beauty, so pitiful yet beautiful, undeniably evoked the tender maternal instincts of these women who loved
to care for the weak. Tsk, letting this guy out is simply unsafe.

"I'll go find Jean-Pierre again to ask for more details," Guo Jingyi said to the boy, carrying the medicine bag. Although
the hospital was heated, the woman still reached out to help the boy wrap his scarf tighter; she intended to ask more about
his condition and the details of caring for him.

A hand grabbed Guo Jingyi's sleeve. The sickly-looking boy stared at her with wide eyes,
his lips pressed tightly together.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't go!"

"Why?"

After a moment of silence, "You're not allowed to go!"

"What's wrong with a sick person like you?" Guo Jingyi lightly patted the boy's forehead, deliberately using
gentle pressure.

"You're not allowed to go!"

"Ma Taiyu, what are you doing?" The woman gritted her teeth in anger.

After a long pause, the boy muttered a few words under his breath.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"That handsome white doctor, you're not allowed to see him."

"You mean Jean-Pierre?"

"Hmph!"

"What are you humming about?" Guo Jingyi looked at the sickly boy who was inexplicably throwing a tantrum at her with displeasure.
"Jean-Pierre is my good friend, is there anything wrong with that?"

"Everything is wrong." Ma Taiyu hugged her waist tightly, burying his face in Guo Jingyi's soft belly. "The way he looks at
you, the way he smiles at you, and the tone of his voice are all wrong. I hate him."

Uh... so that's how it is... Guo Jingyi's lips unconsciously curled into a smile. He was jealous.

Seriously, even when he's sick, he still thinks about being jealous. This little guy could be a little more awkward, isn't he just that
cute ? Usually, he's so mature and composed, but when he's sick, he becomes so adorable, even childishly
jealous!

Of course, this is more in line with Ma Taiyu's real age. This side of him makes Guo Jingyi's heart
melt .

The woman gently stroked his hair. "It's true that Jean-Pierre pursued me."

"Hmph!"

"But I clearly rejected him, and he accepted the suggestion to be friends."

That's just Guo Jingyi's personality; she either likes someone or she doesn't. She never plays
ambiguous games with men because she clearly understands that there's only one person in her heart from beginning to end. So although
she's rejected countless people since childhood, no one has ever held a grudge against her because of it. In fact, many
men haven't given up on her yet, but they can still be friends. Jean-Pierre is one of them,
and he's a very good friend. He's a kind and helpful doctor, and it's pleasant to be with him.

"Just want to be friends? Hmph~ Yeah, right!" Ma Taiyu's muffled voice came from behind. A man telling a woman he just wants to be
ordinary friends? Nobody would believe he really just wants to be ordinary friends.

"Anyway, there's nothing between him and me, Ma Taiyu, let me go and let me ask him clearly, okay?"

"What's there to ask?"

Guo Jingyi's patience finally ran out. She poked his face repeatedly with her finger. "Ma Taiyu, I'm warning you
, if you keep acting like this, I'll get angry."

Ma Taiyu looked up, staring at her intently, his dark eyes filled with grievance. He took
the medicine packet . "This red packet, take two pills three times a day, after meals; this green medicine, twice a day,
every twelve hours, 50 ml each time. This white packet, once a day, one pill. If you have a fever, rest more
, drink more water, and eat light meals. That's what the doctor just said! I remember everything! Now,
is there want to ask?"

Ma Taiyu pouted as he spoke, and Guo Jingyi's smile grew wider and wider. How could this guy be
so cute!

"Nothing."

"Then let's go home, okay?"

Okay? "Of course!" Guo Jingyi reached out her hand to the boy. Ma Taiyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately
grabbed it . The boy's palm was very hot, and it made her heart heat up too.

How could she not be moved by his adorable, jealous behavior?

The two walked out hand in hand. "Etiennette!" A voice called from afar. Guo Jingyi turned her head and saw Jean-Pierre coming out

of the examination room . 　　"Hurry up, hurry up!" The guy beside her urged, his face darkening. 　　"Wait a minute, he might say something..." 　　"I'm a little dizzy, I can't hold on much longer, take me home to lie down and rest." 　　Okay, okay, even though she knew this guy was probably doing it on purpose, the woman was still soft-hearted and worried. She gave Jean-Pierre an apologetic smile, waved goodbye, and held the boy's hand tightly as they walked out of the hospital. 　　Only after the car drove out of the hospital parking lot did the guy next to her finally let out a long sigh, leaning back softly in his seat. His clean, dark hair hung loosely over his forehead, and he looked exhausted, but his tone remained firm as he said, "I'm never coming to a hospital again!" After a pause, he added, "If I were to come, it would definitely not be this one." 　　Guo Jingyi laughed so hard she almost dropped the steering wheel. 　　They returned to the apartment around noon. Ma Taiyu had taken a sleeping pill and drifted off to sleep. 　　Guo Jingyi sat by the bed, watching the boy's peaceful sleeping face. He lay there so obediently, his hands resting peacefully at his sides, his sleeping posture perfectly proper. 　　Guo Jingyi reached out and tucked Ma Taiyu in, smoothing the hair from his forehead. Listening to his slightly heavy breathing, her heart felt sweet. Watching him sleep like this, this tranquil and happy moment was truly beautiful. 　　Although Guo Jingyi is three years older than Ma Taiyu, in reality, it was the boy who took care of her from childhood. Sometimes she would secretly think: Ma Taiyu is more like the Guo family's child than she is. His personality is very similar to Guo Jingyi's older brother, Guo Xintan; both are highly self-disciplined men whose daily routines are like those of a soldier, meticulously planned. He 　　always gets up at 6:30 in the morning; Ma Taiyu has never been seen sleeping in. Rain or shine , he would go for a half-hour jog, then come back to make breakfast before waking her up. 　　He is a clean freak, his life is very organized, he knows exactly how to wash and iron clothes, and where to put them. His house is always spotless, the furniture is always polished, and his cooking skills are impeccable. He can cook both Chinese and Western dishes without any difficulty. Of course, this is entirely due to the woman's discerning palate; food cooked outside never suits Guo Jingyi's taste, so Ma Taiyu simply learned to cook himself. 　　Ma Taiyu is very organized in his life and knows exactly who he is. He never oversteps his bounds. In the Guo family, he is always quiet and reserved. Knowing that Guo's parents expect him to take good care of Guo Jingyi, Ma Taiyu has always done a good job, satisfying everyone. No one has to worry about his schooling ; he plans everything himself, from choosing schools to taking exams. It's safe to say that being his parent would be incredibly easy. 　　Yet, this same Ma Taiyu happens to meet Guo Jingyi, and she happens to fall in love with him—a complicated and winding path. What kind of fate is this? 　　Is Ma Taiyu's meeting with Guo Jingyi a blessing or a curse? Guo Jingyi knows she likes him, loves him, and is willing to give up everything for him, even though the eldest daughter of the Guo family knows her parents will definitely not approve.

She wanted her to be with Ma Taiyu, but Guo Jingyi was already determined. Miss Guo
knew ; her only uncertainty in this relationship was about him, Ma Taiyu.

Their relationship had always started with Guo Jingyi initiating things. From her curiosity about Ma Taiyu, she asked
her parents to adopt him, keeping him by her side, even later having him fly to Paris to accompany her
to school.

It was always the same: because Guo Jingyi wanted it, Ma Taiyu gave it to her. The boy was always by her side, never once
taking the initiative. Sometimes Guo Jingyi wondered if it was because
she took the initiative that Ma Taiyu slept with her on his birthday. If she hadn't been
bold night, would their relationship have remained forever a superficial sibling relationship, without any progress?

Guo Jingyi wasn't entirely sure about Ma Taiyu's feelings. No matter how much she
asked, the young man never said he liked her or loved her. Yet, Guo Jingyi could sense Ma Taiyu's care for her—his attentiveness
, his passionate embraces. A woman knows very well that this lovable yet irritating young man had feelings for her
.

But Ma Taiyu never said it.

Even the most confident and beautiful woman hesitates and becomes timid when facing love. Unspoken
love from the other person lacks the courage to move forward, and Guo Jingyi was no exception.

"Sigh, what are you really thinking?" Guo Jingyi reached out and gently traced her hand across the soft blanket, touching
the young man 's heart. "Am I even here?"

Ma Taiyu's breathing was long and even, filling the room with a quiet tranquility.

(4) Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man

Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man
Published on: Spring Full of Courtyard
Word Count: 6880

Chapter 4

Ma Taiyu slowly woke up to a very light and faint fragrance.

It was a strange feeling. His body was sore and aching, and his head was throbbing. But the fragrance was like a gentle
little hand, strangely soothing his discomfort. It was the natural aroma of food.

Food?

Ma Taiyu's mind cleared up a little. He struggled to get up and found that he had been changed into a set of
pajamas . Guo Jingyi must have changed him after he sweated while sleeping. He endured the itching and pain in his throat and followed
the fragrance out of the bedroom.

Ma Taiyu never left food out overnight, so he knew perfectly well there was no cooked food in the house.
Where was that aroma of food coming from? It wasn't

until the boy walked through the living room that he saw it. How could he describe the feeling he had upon seeing the scene before him?

Outside, the rain continued to drizzle, but inside, it was warm and cozy.

Soft orange light shone down, illuminating a beautiful woman in a light pink loungewear set. Her long, black hair was held in place
by a sparkling diamond hair clip. Her eyes were lowered, and she stared intently at the pot in front of her.
Her beautiful, slender hands, which she usually used only for painting, were now tightly gripping a wooden ladle, slowly stirring the bubbling
pot . Occasionally, she would reach for the iPad beside her and look at it intently.

It was a warm, homely, yet chaotic and helpless scene, which stirred a
strong, bittersweet feeling in Ma Taiyu's heart.

Guo Jingyi was cooking porridge. Born into a wealthy family, this young lady had never seen a kitchen since birth, nor
knew how to turn rice into cooked food. Yet now, she was standing in the kitchen, cooking porridge for Ma Taiyu
.

Her earnestness and meticulousness were no less than when she was preparing her graduation project.

There was no exaggerated devastation as described in novels, no chaos comparable to the aftermath of World War III
bombings . Although many things in the kitchen were still in disarray, at least everything was still
within a reasonable and controllable range. But this scene was beyond Ma Taiyu's imagination.

Ma Taiyu leaned against the wall, just staring blankly at the woman's every move.

Guo Jingyi's lowered eyelashes cast deep shadows beneath her eyes. Her fair, jade-like cheeks were flushed
a faint blush from the heat, and her slightly pouting lips, focused and alluring, were vibrant and inviting. A few loose strands of hair clung to her
cheeks. At this moment, Guo Jingyi appeared less strikingly beautiful, but possessed a
refreshing , yet equally captivating.

Guo Jingyi lowered her head, revealing a section of her fair neck and shoulders. Ma Taiyu's eyes lingered on that porcelain
- neck and the silky smooth skin connecting to her shoulders, as white as fresh snow and as soft as milk. It
was Guo Jingyi's most sensitive spot; whenever Ma Taiyu lightly touched it with his lips, Guo Jingyi would
tremble and moan uncontrollably.

Too alluring, Ma Taiyu couldn't resist the temptation.

Ma Taiyu walked over and wrapped his arms around Guo Jingyi's waist from behind, burying his face in her neck and shoulder, breathing
in her sweet scent, a fragrance like roses, a scent he, Ma Taiyu, was infatuated with.

"Awake?" Guo Jingyi paused, reaching out to touch the boy's forehead, frowning at the
barely subsided fever. "You've already had an injection and taken medicine, why hasn't your fever gone down?
"

Ma Taiyu hummed softly, lingeringly pressing his face against her skin, reluctant to lift it.

"Are you hungry? I made some porridge, have some~"

The woman's voice was so gentle, so incredibly gentle, so unlike Guo Jingyi. The arrogant queen, the
woman who always bossed him around, the lover he always took for granted, seemed to have suddenly vanished
.

Ma Taiyu gently kissed her neck, murmuring a few words.

"What did you say?"

Ma Taiyu looked up, his cheek lightly brushing against Guo Jingyi's face, lingering on the slightly cool warmth.
Having looked at the pot of porridge with the woman, he asked doubtfully, "You can cook porridge?"

Guo Jingyi glared at him irritably, waving the iPad that had been on the table. "What's so difficult about that?
I looked up every single step carefully."

Ma Taiyu held her close, carefully examining the steaming pot of thick, rich white porridge.
Though devoid of any fancy preparations, its simple, pure aroma of rice was enough to whet his appetite
.

This was the first time the eldest daughter of the Guo family had cooked a soup, and although it was just simple porridge, the result was quite good.

Ma Taiyu reached out, took the woman's hand still holding the ladle, lifted it, and gently kissed it.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the moisture welling up in them, and asked in a slightly nasal voice, "How long did you cook it?"

There was no burnt smell, no overflowing, none of the common mistakes beginners make. Clearly, Guo Jingyi had
been constantly stirring the porridge with a ladle to achieve such a pot of evenly cooked, soft white porridge.

She was clearly a pampered young lady, someone who never lifted a finger in the kitchen, someone who probably
didn't That impatient, short-tempered young lady, Guo Jingyi, was now
willing to spend hours doing the most tedious and boring thing—just to cook him
a bowl of porridge .

Even though she could easily buy plain porridge from a Chinese restaurant with a phone call, Guo Jingyi cooked it herself.

"That's not important! The important thing is that I just realized today that cooking a meal isn't
much simpler than designing a piece of clothing." Although she didn't cut or burn her fingers like in a melodramatic novel,
Guo Jingyi still failed countless times.

Guo Jingyi playfully pointed to several pots of various sizes placed to the side, filled not with
rice-dry, burnt rice crusts, or watery failures. It turned out that it was only
after countless attempts that the woman had managed to make this barely presentable
plain porridge, and this was just the simplest kind.

Without personally cooking it, one wouldn't know how much Ma Taiyu had sacrificed for her over the years!

Every meal, every dish, was always what Guo Jingyi loved to eat, what she wanted to eat. Chinese, French,
Italian, and all sorts of other dishes and delicacies—Ma Taiyu learned them all, mastering them to perfection, simply because she was a picky eater
.

Ma Taiyu's care for Guo Jingyi was evident in these seemingly insignificant details of daily life, which the woman
was now slowly appreciating.

"I checked online, and it's best for people with colds and fevers to drink plain porridge right now. Once your fever subsides,
we can add some preserved egg and lean pork to make it more nutritious," Guo Jingyi said, turning around in his arms, holding
her iPad, her eyes sparkling, her tone coquettish.

"Guo Jingyi," Ma Taiyu called the woman's name softly.

The woman, head down, scrolled through her iPad, casually replying, "Hmm?"

"Thank you.

" Her fingers paused, and a full minute passed before Guo Jingyi looked up, her expression and tone fierce
. "What are you thanking me for! Go sit down and get ready to eat!"

"Okay.

" The boy obediently agreed, then took Guo Jingyi's hand, turned it over, and
gently kissed her soft palm.

Guo Jingyi's breath caught in her throat. Her palm felt incredibly sensitive, as if every nerve in her body had suddenly been drawn to
it . Ma Taiyu's lips were burning hot, his kiss intensely hot, making her heart ache. She could only
gaze at him silently.

Ma Taiyu looked up and met her gaze.

Those dark eyes were deep and complex. The man and woman locked eyes, and Guo Jingyi's heart pounded. In that
instant , the woman felt the boy was about to say what she wanted to hear, and Ma Taiyu slowly opened his lips…

*Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~

* The crisp sound of the doorbell interrupted the atmosphere. The anger in Guo Jingyi's eyes seemed capable of burning the entire
house. Damn it, who was the inconsiderate person to disturb them at this time? She would kill that person
!

"Go sit down, I'll open the door!" Guo Jingyi's imposing command stopped the boy from turning to
open door. Hearing the woman's voice, Ma Taiyu understood that she was extremely displeased.

The boy obediently walked to the dining table and sat down.

Guo Jingyi strode heavily to the door with an air of "anyone who stands in my way will die," and without even looking to see who it was,
forcefully pulled the door open.

All her anger was abruptly halted upon seeing who it was. Guo Jingyi's eyes widened in
disbelief .

"Hi," a sweet, delicate girl stood timidly by the door, forcing a smile. "I heard
Ma is sick, so I came to see him."

Esther! It was Esther!

Guo Jingyi couldn't believe this girl dared to come, and even dared to show up at her door. Arms crossed, she coldly
scrutinized this visitor. "How did you know we live here?"

Esther blushed and lowered her head.

Very well! No need to ask further, it was clear that this infatuated woman, besides having a crush, had secretly followed the person she liked
, which was why she knew Ma Taiyu had an older sister and that they lived here. This was infuriating
!

The shy Western doll looked up again, "Excuse me, may I go in and see Ma?"

Ma, Ma, Ma, what the hell? He clearly has an English name she can call him, does he have to use such a disgusting name?

Guo Jingyi slowly raised an eyebrow and coldly asked, "Who is Ma?"

"Uh…" Esther stammered, her face burning red, shy and adorable. After a long while, she finally spoke
, "Excuse me, is Daniel here?"

"He's sick. The doctor said he needs to rest."

"I want to see him, please, just one glimpse, and…" The girl held up her
notebook , "These are my notes from class today, I think he'll need them."

In this world, between men and women, it's impossible to control the bees and butterflies throwing themselves at each other, but as long as you can control
the flowers that attract bees and butterflies, there's no need to worry unnecessarily. Even though Guo Jingyi was extremely displeased, she still understood the principles of relationships between men and women
. Besides, she was never one to make things difficult for women. She gestured for the girl to come in, stepped aside, and
let her in, the girl who kept thanking her softly.

The moment Guo Jingyi slammed the door shut and turned to walk through the living room, she regretted her decision
. The scene before her was so captivating.

Ma Taiyu, dressed in grey pajamas, sat obediently at the dining table, eating porridge. His
once-sleep-deprived hair was now disheveled, his long eyelashes drooping limply over his eyes.
His eyes, no longer bright and lively, were now clouded with illness. His fair skin, pale lips, and the large spoon in his mouth gave him an innocent yet sickly appearance—a
helpless and adorable look she had never seen before. He was like a chibi version of a male protagonist from a shoujo manga, incredibly cute.

Guo Jingyi stared in disbelief, as did the girl standing blankly in the living room.

Ma Taiyu saw Esther enter, seemingly
unsurprised continued eating the porridge Guo Jingyi had cooked for him, ignoring her completely.

Esther was shocked for several minutes before she came to her senses. Her face turned even redder, and she walked towards Ma Taiyu
, feigning composure. "Hi, Ma... Daniel, are you feeling any better?"

Ma Taiyu swallowed a mouthful of porridge, looked up at Esther, and coldly asked, "What do you want
?"

Unexpectedly, the boy was even colder than usual. Esther was stunned for a moment before she reacted and
handed him the notebook she was carrying. "You took the day off from class today, so these are my notes."

"Thank you, but no need." Ma Taiyu picked up his spoon and continued eating his porridge, not even glancing at the
girl standing in front of him, and making no attempt to offer her a seat.

The beautiful girl Esther had never been treated like this before. Even though Ma Taiyu used to be aloof
, he would at least respond to one out of ten sentences. He wasn't this cold and hostile as he was today. Could it be that he
really …

? “I really like you, Daniel.”

“So what?” Ma Taiyu ate quickly, but his hand gestures remained elegant and graceful

. “But I don’t like you.”

“You and this woman will never have a future.” Esther pointed at the woman who was clearly watching the scene.

“She’s your sister!”

With a “boom,” Guo Jingyi’s anger erupted instantly. The woman strode over and approached Esther directly.

"He just likes me, his older sister, is that wrong?!"

Guo Jingyi's imposing aura was overwhelming. The young girl was no match for her, immediately
her eyes with tears, and she weakly called out the name of the person she liked, "Daniel...

" "Thank you for the notebook, Esther. But I don't need it!" Ma Taiyu glanced at her indifferently
, "If you don't mind, I want to eat and rest quietly now."

The meaning of dismissing her couldn't be clearer. The innocent girl was deeply hurt, trembling and
covering her face, she fled again.

Tsk tsk tsk~ This little brat is really attractive! Guo Jingyi walked over and looked at the
guy who was now seriously eating his porridge. The anger that had just erupted suddenly vanished completely. What was there to be angry about? Now, in
someone's eyes, that pretty girl was not even worth a spoonful of porridge that she cooked for Ma Taiyu. What was she going to be angry about?

Guo Jingyi leaned down and rested her head on his broad shoulder, asking softly, "Is it good?"

"Mmm..." The boy looked up at her, spoon in his mouth, "It's so delicious." His cheeks were puffed out, and his lips
were shaped like an "O" because of the spoon, making him incredibly cute.

The woman's joy surged like waves, irresistible. "I want some too!
" She lowered her head and gently licked Ma Taiyu's lips. "Mmm, it really is delicious.

" Ma Taiyu's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again. "I'm sick right now."

"Yes, I know." Guo Jingyi slowly licked away the moisture from the boy's lips, replacing it with her own
.

"I'll give you my cold."

"Then let's do a human experiment and see if it's contagious?" Guo Jingyi's kisses slid across the boy's chin,
leaving wet marks on his burning skin.

Ma Taiyu's breathing became heavy, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reached out to strike Guo Jingyi.

The woman, however, laughed and dodged, patting the boy's hair. "Oh~ good boy, eat your food properly."

Ma Taiyu glared at her, annoyed. This woman, who was clearly toying with him, was actually laughing
so smugly

. Guo Jingyi leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the boy, her smile both charming and alluring. "Our Ayu,
how can you be so cute even when you're angry?"

"..." He was speechless with frustration.

In the pitch-black night, in the quiet bedroom, only the soft orange glow of the floor lamp illuminated
the room

. The night was deep and still; it was the perfect time for sleep. Ma Taiyu lay on the soft bed, listening to the gentle breathing of the lovely woman beside him. He felt at peace,
but he just couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps it was because he had slept too much during the day; the boy's mind was now incredibly clear.
Her dark eyes opened, and she carefully turned over again, so as not to wake
the sleeping beauty beside her. Turning her head, she gazed intently at the delicate sleeping face in the dim light.

Guo Jingyi was the kind of woman who, even without makeup, was naturally beautiful and stunning. Her innate
good looks made her a radiant presence in any crowd from childhood. She didn't resemble Mr. Guo or Mrs. Guo;
it was said that she looked exactly like her grandmother, a beauty renowned in the early Republic of China, in her youth. Therefore, she received
special favor from her grandparents, and her parents doted on her, treating her like a precious jewel.

With her mixed Shanghai heritage, Guo Jingyi's features differed from typical Eastern features, leaning more towards
Western deep contours, three-dimensional and radiant. When she smiled, she possessed a captivating brilliance. Her eyebrows
were exceptionally well-formed, even and beautiful, with a slightly upturned air, suggesting a domineering and possessive personality
. Her eyes were large and bright, sparkling like stars scattered across the Milky Way.

But at this moment, Guo Jingyi's eyes were quietly closed, only her long, curled eyelashes
trembling slightly with her breath.

Her high, straight nose made her features even more refined, and her lips… Ma Taiyu's gaze involuntarily froze.
Her lips were a beautiful, perfect diamond shape, slightly pouting, delicate and tender, as if
inviting .

The boy knew how wonderful a woman's kiss felt, and even more so, how much
pleasure His thoughts involuntarily drifted to those passionate nights they spent together, her knees between his legs, her delicate lips
, her mouth brimming with exquisite flavor… Damn it, thinking of this, Ma Taiyu's body burned like a fever
, his breathing rapid.

Ma Taiyu seemed unable to resist any longer; his hand slowly groped under the covers, caressing Guo Jingyi's full
breasts . The woman wore a silk nightgown with thin straps, allowing him to easily grasp a handful, delicately kneading those "
pink" nipples.

Ma Taiyu adored the woman's "pink and tender" breasts, kneading them with deep affection. The dark nipples
rolled and pressed between his fingertips. Guo Jingyi sensitively stiffened, pressing against the young man's palm. He panted heavily, pulling back the covers and
leaning over, taking the sweet "nipples" into his lips, his tongue caressing them repeatedly. His hands grasped her full,
snow-white breasts, sucking her deeply into his mouth.

"Mmm..." Guo Jingyi squirmed, struggling slightly uncomfortably.

Ma Taiyu was incredibly excited, breathing heavily, his hands relentlessly
removing . The young man held her tightly, kissing and licking every inch of her breasts, unable to tear himself away.

His hand slid to the woman's private parts, gently teasing them, skillfully finding the sensitive spot. He began to
knead it with the frequency and pressure that Guo Jingyi loved most. Hearing the woman's breathing become heavier, Ma Taiyu knew she was aroused.
His middle finger explored downwards, and sure enough, he felt a slight dampness. He was already very familiar with the woman's body. Even
in her drowsy state, she was already instinctively aroused. This situation couldn't be better. The young man gently parted the woman
's legs with one knee, and with his hot penis, he thrust it directly inside her while she was lying on her side.

"Mmm... Ah... Ah Yu..." Guo Jingyi opened her eyes hazily, seeing the two of them with their intertwined black hair on her chest
. The woman's breasts were swollen and slightly painful, being bitten by the young man's teeth. The clear, trickling sound of water coming from her
private parts and the rapid friction of their bodies clearly told Guo Jingyi
what someone was doing.

"You're not sleeping, um... what are you doing... ah...

" Ma Taiyu smiled and raised his head, saliva on his lips forming a silvery strand from her nipple.

"What are you doing? What do you think I'm doing now, hmm?

" What else could he be doing besides fucking her

? It's so wicked, this wretched brat. "Ah... slower... you're still sick... um..."

"Sick?" Ma Taiyu's smile carried a hint of wickedness. "Yes, I'm sick, can you
feel it? I'm hotter than usual, um, open your legs a little wider... yes, like that.

" Guo Jingyi groaned again. How could she not feel it? Because of the fever, the boy's desire
was much hotter than normal. The hard, hot penis repeatedly stretched open her depths, roughly causing her some pain,
but mostly a feeling of weakness throughout her body.

"Gently, Ah Yu, your body..." The woman glared at the boy with watery eyes. This guy, telling him
to be gentle , he stubbornly thrust into her depths, sending electric waves of pleasure through her body.

Even though he was so excited he was almost losing his mind, Ma Taiyu still remembered he didn't want to infect her with his cold. He
didn't kiss the woman's lips, only sucking and biting her neck, feeling her legs tremble violently, and her juices flowing
even more abundantly. Ma Taiyu's movements became more and more intense. He found his body burning with heat, and now all he could see
was Guo Jingyi's bright face, her eyes slightly narrowed, her desire overflowing, her snow-white teeth gently biting her lip,
that white against the bright red, exceptionally alluring, sexy to the bone.

Ma Taiyu pressed against the woman's soft spot, grinding repeatedly. He felt Guo Jingyi's body clench tightly, her inner
juices gushing out, splashing onto his burning penis, only to be blocked
back . Her entire insides felt both sore and swollen. Guo Jingyi breathed heavily, and the woman involuntarily began to moan.

Their passionate embrace, intense and unrestrained, told the young man that she was nearing her climax
. Ma Taiyu unleashed his full power, and hearing the woman's nasal pleas for mercy only fueled his frenzy
.

Ma Taiyu was so hot he felt like he was about to explode, sweating profusely and panting heavily. His pleasure surged with Guo Jingyi
's cries of climax, thick fluid gushing violently inside her. He
pressed his heavy masculine body against hers, burying his face in her neck, savoring the intimacy.

Guo Jingyi, breathless from the boy's weight, reached out to pat his shoulder. Ma Taiyu grumbled as he rolled over
, pulling her naked body close to his again, holding her tightly.

Ma Taiyu's eyes and brows were filled with satiated desire; he was like a satiated tiger,
practically licking its own paws, yet his body was also covered in satisfied fluids.

Guo Jingyi was furious. This man, despite being sick, stayed up all night and relentlessly tormented her.
Now Ma Taiyu was satisfied, but she was exhausted and couldn't even breathe. Seeing the boy's half-open, half-asleep eyes
, Guo Jingyi gritted her teeth in hatred and pinched the muscle of his arm.

She yelled, "It's sticky! It's filthy! Get away from me

!" Ma Taiyu got up with a smile and took some wet wipes from the bedside to clean the woman's body. Guo Jingyi
lazily turned over, and the precious fluid slowly flowed out from deep within her body. She heard
the man beside her gasp and make a sound of unfinished pleasure.

Guo Jingyi didn't even bother to open her eyes, coldly threatening,

"If you dare come again, you can forget about anything for the next month. You'll have to bring yourself ice!"

Ma Taiyu paused in his cleaning, then continued, wiping her body clean and
tidying himself up.

Afterward, Ma Taiyu lay on the bed, gently pulling Guo Jingyi into his arms, softly calling her name,
"Jingyi."

The woman ignored him.

"Thank you.

" The woman pinched his hand hard.

Ma Taiyu calmed down, smiled, hugged the woman tightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Guo Jingyi, thank you for being by my side, thank you for loving me, I'm truly, truly grateful.

" I'm begging for a sequel! I've been waiting for so long, and I've searched online for ages, but I haven't found it. This pure love story is really making my heart itch!

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