BTTH: The More Children I Have The Stronger I Become

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Ye Chen slept deeply that night, wrapped in comfort. By the time he awoke, the sky outside had already dimmed into evening.

"Brother Ye Chen, come with me," Ya Fei called softly.

He followed her through the back courtyard of the Mittel Auction House, arriving at a secluded manor—her personal residence in Wutan City.

Ya Fei led the way, walking with graceful, deliberate steps. Her slender waist swayed rhythmically, each movement carrying a natural allure that caught Ye Chen's eyes more than once.

Her figure was truly a masterpiece—curves in all the right places, with the elegance of a noblewoman and the allure of a siren.

What a little temptress, Ye Chen muttered inwardly.

He hadn't been around a woman in nearly a week since leaving the imperial capital, and his body, now enhanced by the Dragon-Elephant Physique, had more intense desires than ever. Watching Ya Fei's silhouette drift in the moonlight was starting to feel like torture.

As if sensing his gaze, Ya Fei turned slightly, her delicate face graced with a teasing smile. "Brother Ye Chen, what are you staring at? Hurry up and keep up with me."

Ye Chen coughed and quickly caught up. "Nothing, just admiring the scenery."

Soon, they arrived at Ya Fei's private quarters. As soon as he stepped inside, a familiar fragrance enveloped him—soft, sweet, and uniquely hers.

His gaze swept over the room. The entire space was decorated in various shades of red: crimson carpet, gauzy red curtains, a plush red bed with matching quilt... even a red silk undergarment casually hung near the bedpost.

This looked less like a guest room and more like a bridal chamber.

Don't tell me... is she planning a surprise wedding night?

"Brother Ye Chen, have a seat," Ya Fei said with a faint smile, gesturing toward a table set for two.

The table was already laid out with exquisite dishes and a warm pot of wine, the aroma enticing.

"I had these delivered from Yingfeng Tower, Wutan City's best. I hope it suits your taste."

With elegance, she picked up the jade wine pot and poured him a glass.

Ye Chen raised the cup and drank in one gulp. The wine was mellow and rich. "Mmm. This is excellent. You've really outdone yourself, Sister Ya Fei."

Ya Fei smiled, her long lashes fluttering. "It's been three years. I wanted to welcome you properly.

Tell me, how long are you staying this time?"

Ye Chen didn't hide anything. "A week, more or less."

He had already planned everything. Within this week, he would formally cancel the engagement with the Xiao family.....and if possible, win Ya Fei's heart entirely.

Perhaps... even plant a seed of their future tonight.

Ya Fei's smile dimmed ever so slightly. "Just a week? You finally came back, and you're already thinking of leaving?"

Ye Chen gave a helpless shrug. "The Inner Sect Competition of Yunlan Sect is coming up. If I'm late, my teacher will give me a hard time."

Ya Fei gave him a look. "Oh, I see. You're probably more eager to rush back for that beloved junior sister of yours."

The teasing tone in her voice didn't mask the hint of jealousy.

"I've heard a lot over the years. You and Nalan Yanran ...very close, aren't you?"

Ye Chen scratched his cheek awkwardly. He hadn't expected her to know.

They had tried to keep things discreet in the capital, but apparently not discreet enough.

Seeing Ye Chen at a loss for words, Ya Fei's mood soured further.

He was mine first. We grew up together. I won't just sit and watch another woman take him away.

But she suppressed her emotions and lifted the wine pot again. "Alright, enough serious talk. Let's drink."

She refilled Ye Chen's cup, then poured one for herself.

Ye Chen raised his glass and smiled. "Sister Ya Fei, let's drink together."

She clinked glasses with him, her movements graceful and enchanting.

With each drink, the atmosphere grew warmer. Laughter, light touches, old memories… time passed like flowing wine.

But something felt strange.

After his second or third cup, Ye Chen's body began to heat up unnaturally. His face flushed, and he felt short of breath.

What the... Am I drunk already? he wondered.

He had a strong tolerance—this shouldn't have affected him so fast.

Across from him, Ya Fei's cheeks had also turned a soft rose. She leaned lazily against the back of her chair, her figure temptingly outlined by the candlelight.

Ye Chen swallowed hard.

His throat was dry, and his gaze lingered on her long legs, occasionally revealed under her fluttering red dress.

Then, Ya Fei suddenly stood up, her eyes glimmering. "Brother Ye Chen, would you like sister to dance for you?"

Ye Chen forced a grin through the rising heat in his chest. "Of course... I'd be honored."

Ya Fei smiled sweetly and stepped into the center of the room.

Her dance began slow—gentle movements like floating petals in the wind. Her long sleeves traced arcs in the air, and her red skirt flowed like fire.

With every sway of her hips, every spin of her body, she captivated him more and more.

Half-revealed white thighs, the flutter of silk sleeves, the faint scent of her perfume… it all clouded his mind.

Her eyes, soft and smoky, locked with his as if asking silent questions he dared not answer.

When she finished, she walked toward him, her body like water slipping into his arms.

Resting lightly against his chest, she looked up and whispered, "Brother Ye Chen... is your sister beautiful?"

Her breath was warm, her lips inches from his.

Ye Chen's heart pounded uncontrollably.

This night was far from over.