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He chuckled softly, already anticipating the days of pampered attention she\'d demand. Not that he minded.

With a gentle lift, he eased her back onto the bed.

Thud!

Yue\'s arms fell open beside her, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, watching him with that unspoken, starry look he knew well.

She was waiting, like a flower waiting for rain.

"Dad…" Her voice was soft, almost a plea.

Wang Xiao\'s mouth curved into a grin as he reached down, lifting her shirt slowly, uncovering her smooth skin inch by inch. The cool glow of her bare form beneath his hands felt like touching fine, polished jade. The sight of her left his heart pounding, awed by the graceful beauty before him.

He leaned down, brushing his lips to her skin, tasting the warmth, the softness beneath him. She drew in a quick breath, her arms finding their way around him, pulling him close.

"Mmmghhh..."

Yue\'s lips pressed tightly together as a moan slipped free, her arms wrapped firmly around Wang Xiao, pulling him close. After living with him, she knew exactly how to stir him, how to set his heart racing.

The thrill of being so intimately close to him, feeding him like this, sent a rush through her.

Even she knew their relationship was unconventional—strange, yes, but thrilling in a way that always kept her on edge.

For Wang Xiao, tasting the sweet milk of his own \'daughter\' felt almost surreal, a sensation that left him lost in a daze.

Yue\'s hand gently caressed his head, fingers weaving into his hair as she whispered, "Dad… Can you keep talking to me? I love hearing your voice…" Her face was flushed, her words soft.

Without pausing, Wang Xiao continued, responding only with a quiet murmur of satisfaction, "Mmm..."

Yue\'s voice, a shy yet eager tone. "I just… I like your voice so much."

Wang Xiao lifted his head, catching her gaze, a trace of milk glistening on his lips. He smiled faintly, a teasing glint in his eye. "Oh? What else do you like?"

"Everything," she admitted, her cheeks growing warmer. "I love everything about you!" There wasn\'t a hint of hesitation in her voice.

He chuckled at her earnestness, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lowered himself, returning to his \'meal\'.

For a brief moment, Yue let out a soft smile, her eyes shining. "For a while, I almost thought you didn\'t want me…" The thought crossed her mind, surprising her even now.

The truth was, she never minded his advances.

If anything, she would have given herself willingly to anything he asked, so long as it meant he would stay by her side…

"Sometimes," she continued softly, "I feel like you spend so much more time with Wenxi... touching her, playing with her... while I\'m left here…"

Wang Xiao sighed to himself, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. He hadn\'t ignored Yue out of a lack of desire; his reasons were more complicated, rooted in a misunderstanding that had held him back for far too long.

He thought back to that night, the one that set it all in motion. He had shared his bed with both Yue and Wenxi, each of them nestled beside him, their soft, fragrant forms clinging to him, stirring his mind and tempting his restraint.

It was too much to ignore, and he couldn\'t resist testing his luck.

First, he reached for Yue, letting his hand drift to her, but the moment his touch met her skin, she had gone rigid, her hand clasping his, her gaze meeting his with eyes wide and brimming with tears.

The innocence, the confusion in her expression held him frozen.

From that night on, he\'d stopped himself around her, no longer daring to cross that boundary.

Meanwhile, Wenxi had responded differently—offering silent acceptance, a warmth that didn\'t push him away.

Since then, he\'d only teased Yue in passing, never going beyond a gentle touch, still haunted by the sight of her tearful gaze.

But now, seeing her here, her longing, he realized the misunderstanding had only been there because she hadn\'t known how to respond.

She had been as uncertain, as unsure, as he\'d been, and they\'d both grown up in the shadow of that single misstep.

A gentle fire sparked in his chest, a determination to finally show her what he\'d withheld all these years.

"Ah—dad—mmmgh…" Her moans filled the air as his grip on her tightened, pulling her close, his lips pressing firmly to hers, claiming her with an intensity that made her gasp.

"Mmmghhh…" she responded, her voice muffled as he drew her closer.

The bed creaked beneath them, the sounds of their voices rising to echo through the quiet house.

Pakh!

Pakh!

Pakh!

Crack!

The bed shuddered, and with one last thrust, a sharp crack rang out as it finally broke.

Yue\'s eyes widened in disbelief, her body left trembling, her breath shallow and her skin flushed.

It felt different this time, as if her very mind would shatter beneath his touch, consumed by a pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

By the time he was finished, Yue could hardly stand, her legs quaking as she clutched at him, unable to fully recover from the rush he had left her in.

He had held nothing back, leaving her entirely breathless, her body still burning from his touch.

"Good girl... Take care..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before rising to leave, his form disappearing as he went to find Aurora.

Yue watched him go, a faint, bittersweet smile on her lips, even as her limbs lay heavy, spent.

Only now did she fully grasp the source of that hollow ache she\'d felt earlier. .net

Before, it had always felt incomplete, as though something essential was missing, like he was holding back, restraining some part of himself from reaching her.

But now, there was no restraint. He had taken her fully, and her entire being felt as if it were ignited from within, her body sore yet strangely satisfied, filled to the brim with a warmth that left no emptiness behind.

Glancing down, Yue noticed her smooth, fair legs trembling slightly, the signs of his lingering presence.

She smiled, bemused at the thought that she might not be able to stand steadily for the next few days.

As he left, a peculiar quiet settled over the room, matching the stillness in her heart. It was a silence that felt profound, as if all the unspoken words and emotions had finally found their place, leaving her with a strange and comforting peace.