The night was as tranquil as water. In the heavily polluted capital, clear blue skies were rare during the day, and pristine moonlight or twinkling stars were even harder to come by at night.
Yet beneath the darkness, the city pulsed with life—endless streams of traffic, countless glowing windows—creating a scenery far more beautiful than the gray, clamorous daytime.
At least, it was a marked improvement.
The residential complex where Gao Qinyuan lived was quiet.
In the master bedroom, neither Qiao Yiyi nor Gao Qinyuan had fallen asleep yet. The two screen goddesses—one rising, one established—lay side by side, whispering.
They had first met at an industry event when Qiao Yiyi was just starting out, and they’d hit it off immediately. Later, whenever Qiao Yiyi stayed in Beijing for work, she would invite Gao Qinyuan out for tea. Their bond was as close as sisters.
“I never expected Jiang Fei to be so talented. World-class pianist, miracle doctor, and an incredible cook? He’s only twenty-six, right?” Gao Qinyuan mused. “How did he manage all that in twenty-six years? Most people couldn’t achieve half of it in two hundred sixty.”
Qiao Yiyi giggled. “Yuan-jie, don’t tell me you’ve developed a crush? If you fall for Jiang Fei, someone would be heartbroken.”
As close friends, Qiao Yiyi knew the truth behind Gao Qinyuan’s rumored romance.
Gao was dating that Taiwanese actor, but their relationship wasn’t as advanced as the media claimed—it was still in its early stages. Recently, though, they’d had a falling out. Gao had taken a break from work, partly to recuperate, partly to avoid him.
“Ugh, don’t bring him up! Just thinking about him annoys me.” Gao Qinyuan pouted, swiftly changing the subject. “I’m nearly ten years older than Jiang Fei—it’s impossible. But you? I think you’ve got feelings.”
Qiao Yiyi’s heart skipped. Her smile turned shy, but she forced composure. “Nonsense. He’s just a friend. And my piano mentor.”
“Oh please, like Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl?” Gao teased. “But honestly, I’m curious. With your looks and how obviously you like him, if he so much as crooked a finger, you’d probably jump into his arms. How is he still unmoved?”
“Yuan-jie!” Qiao Yiyi, far more bashful, couldn’t take it anymore. She reached out to tickle Gao.
The two goddesses tumbled across the bed in a fit of laughter, breathless by the time they stopped.
Gao grew serious. “But really, Jiang Fei’s girlfriend—Lin Moli—is stunning. Beautiful, elegant, and a knockout figure. From what you’ve said, she’s also the driving force behind Jiang’s Clinic, right? The perfect capable partner. No wonder he’s not swayed by you.”
Qiao Yiyi stayed silent.
Raised with impeccable manners, she’d never gossip. But she knew the truth: Lin Moli wasn’t Jiang Fei’s real girlfriend. That title belonged to another woman—one just as breathtaking as either of them.
Still, tonight, Jiang Fei and Lin Moli were sharing a room, a bed. What that meant, Qiao Yiyi—having been away from Jin City—could only guess.
As her thoughts wandered, Gao Qinyuan posed an even bolder question: “What do you think Jiang Fei and Moli are doing next door right now?”
“How would I know?!” Qiao Yiyi’s face burned.
But once the idea was planted, her mind conjured vivid images.
Gao sighed dramatically. “Too bad the walls are soundproof. No matter how… enthusiastic they get, we won’t hear a thing. Though, I’ve heard those kinds of activities leave evidence. When we change the sheets tomorrow, we’ll know.”
Qiao Yiyi covered her ears. “Stop! I’m going to sleep!”
Gao laughed, victorious.
Her smile was radiant—not the demure, closed-lipped grace of classical beauties, but a bright, eight-teeth grin, sunny and sweet. It was this very smile that had earned her the title “Nation’s Goddess.”
Next Door.
Jiang Fei and Lin Moli’s Room.
Lin Moli knelt on the bed, breath ragged, cheeks flushed. The sleek, figure-hugging nightgown Gao Qinyuan had lent her was half-off, one strap dangling off her shoulder, exposing milky skin and the generous curve of her breast—only the very tip still barely covered by the fabric.
“Jiang Fei, stop messing around! Let me go!” One arm pinned behind her back, she twisted to glare at him.
The position was… suggestive. Very suggestive.
But Jiang Fei wasn’t exactly comfortable either. He winced, rubbing his ear. “Are you part dog?! You nearly drew blood!”
Earlier on the couch, her bite had been playful. This time, desperation had lent her strength—enough to pain even him, with his superhuman physique.
“Whose fault is that? You—you wouldn’t keep your hands to yourself!” she huffed, struggling. Her free leg kicked back at him, bare feet flailing.
The moment Jiang Fei had slipped into bed after his shower, he’d been anything but well-behaved.
Lin Moli had resisted at first, then relented, allowing him certain liberties—her upper body essentially surrendered. But she’d forgotten the lesson from Daocun: men were never satisfied. Give an inch, they took a mile.
So after a few minutes, his hands had wandered south, sliding under her nightgown—and, the scoundrel, straight for her underwear. Panicked, she’d pleaded for mercy. When words failed, her teeth had done the talking.
Jiang Fei inspected his ear again, relieved to find no blood.
How humiliating would it be to bleed tonight without even claiming her first time?
“Since you bit me…” he growled, pinning her legs with one of his own. His free hand came down sharply on her backside.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed. As his palm lifted, her soft flesh rippled. Jiang Fei blinked. Who knew it’d feel this good? No wonder people are into S&M.
Encouraged, he repeated the action.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Jiang Fei, you pervert!” Lin Moli gasped.
He was careful with his strength—enough to sting, but mostly to elicit… other sensations.
Some theorized everyone had latent masochistic tendencies, just waiting to be unlocked. Supposedly, women’s were eleven times stronger than men’s.
And indeed, Lin Moli’s protests soon took on a different tone—though she bit her lip, terrified the neighbors might hear.
“Jiang Fei, please… just stop!” Her voice trembled.
Finally, he relented. Heart pounding, he studied her flushed face. “Why not? Didn’t you like it?”
“Of course not! Only a freak like you would enjoy humiliating people this way!” she lied through clenched teeth.
Freed, she lashed out with both feet.
But Jiang Fei—martial arts master that he was—caught them effortlessly. Her legs were exquisite from thigh to toe, each curve a delight.
Grinning, he hoisted them over his shoulders. “Fine, no more games. Let’s get to the main event?”
She squirmed violently, eyes pleading. “No! Not here, please.”
Her desperation softened him. With a sigh, he released her. “Why not?”
Lin Moli scrambled under the covers, back turned. “You have no idea how important a woman’s first time is. This place… it’s all wrong.” A pause, then, barely audible: “If you really want it… wait until we’re back in Jin City. I’ll give myself to you then.”
