William Clark pressed Ethan Murray onto the bed, lowering his head to gaze at his first woman. Looking at that fair, tender face that made one want to take a bite, his desire surged. He pressed his lips to Ethan Murray’s soft lips, savoring a taste that only he knew, while his hands restlessly roamed over her body.

Having already given her whole heart to William Clark, Ethan Murray took the initiative to press her petite body against William Clark, who she wasn’t sure should be called a boy or a man. Although she knew this wasn’t right, she simply couldn’t resist William Clark’s teasing. Her small hands clung tightly to William Clark, and her cherry lips let out faint, barely audible moans.

After lingering for a long time on Ethan Murray’s not-so-large but snow-soft chest, finally satisfying his desire for the moment, William Clark let go and sat back on the bed. Looking at Ethan Murray, whose clothes were disheveled and face flushed with spring, he teased, “Mom is waiting for us, you know. In the end, she’ll only blame me, but how would she know it was someone else who seduced me!”

Ethan Murray straightened her clothes, shot William Clark a charming glare, and pouted, “Who told you not to get out of bed? And now you say I seduced you! I’m never going to bother with you again, you heartless scoundrel, bad William Clark!”

This side of Ethan Murray, so alluring to the core it made one’s heart tremble, was never shown to anyone else. In others’ eyes, she was just like a gentle lady from a Jiangnan painting, playing the zither with grace. Only in front of William Clark would she reveal this unknown, unique charm.

It was just like what many novels called a natural-born seductive bone.

William Clark pinched Ethan Murray’s little nose and laughed, “If you don’t pay attention to your husband, who will you pay attention to! If you don’t behave, I’ll eat you for breakfast!”

The two of them went downstairs for breakfast, during which Olivia Young inevitably gave her usual “lecture”: “Wudao, I’ve told you so many times that the morning is the most important part of the day. Getting up early to jog or read English is really good for you. Look at Xuehen, she gets up an hour earlier than you every day to practice piano and never complains, but you’re always whining about getting up too early!”

William Clark muttered under his breath, “Sleeping in the morning is twice as good as at dusk, what a waste otherwise!”

Beside him, Ethan Murray struggled to hold back her laughter, pressing down hard on William Clark’s “An Lushan claw” that was stroking her thigh under the table. She lowered her head and ate the sumptuous breakfast in a ladylike manner. He always liked to deliberately twist the words of the ancients into his own crooked logic. This time, he casually changed Jin Shengtan’s “napping at noon is twice as good as at dusk” to suit himself. Last time, before doing that embarrassing thing with her behind the adults’ backs, he’d changed the sage’s “Life, I desire; righteousness, I also desire. If I cannot have both, I will give up life for righteousness!” to “Love, I desire; sex, I also desire. If I cannot have both, I will give up love for sex!” Thinking of this, Ethan Murray’s face flushed red, and her small hand gripped William Clark’s warm hand tightly.

The direct cause of the fall of this model socialist youth, Hugh Clark, who was reading the newspaper and drinking tea, suddenly spat out his tea. This son really surpassed the master—daring to joke in front of her, just one word: impressive!

“Wudao, what did you just say?” Olivia Young, worthy of being one of the four great beauties of Province D and the “Ice Goddess,” was still so captivating even with her brows furrowed. Her flawless, otherworldly face naturally carried a cold, silent aura, as if she were the moon goddess, serene and nearly icy.

As the deputy mayor in charge of the economy of a major Chinese city, Olivia Young had inherited her father’s dignified presence—a quiet authority. At home, she didn’t put on a stern face, but the aura she unconsciously exuded still put pressure on everyone, including William Clark.

“Ah, just now? Let me think!” William Clark’s eyes darted around. If he didn’t come up with an answer that satisfied his mom, he’d be in trouble for sure. Genius that he was, he quickly came up with an idea and said with perfect composure, “I was saying, Mom, you shouldn’t stay up late anymore. The books say staying up late is a woman’s worst enemy for beauty! Of course, I think your beauty and elegance are as enduring as diamonds and will never fade!”

Hugh Clark spat out his tea again. Good kid, even such cheesy words could be said so righteously—truly his son. The two maids nearby were also laughing uncontrollably. Ethan Murray let go of William Clark’s hand, letting him roam on her leg, bringing her a different kind of thrill.

“Enough with that! Do you really think Mom didn’t hear anything? No allowance for you today!” Looking at her son’s adorably fake and utterly insincere smile, Olivia Young felt a deep sense of comfort in her heart. This was her son—he’d grown up so much, and now he even knew how to flatter his mom. Although she was sick of hearing flattery from others in her high position, when it came from her own son, she was delighted.

William Clark was left frustrated, wolfing down his breakfast as if to vent his anger on the food. They say money flows like water, but this money was gone before he even spent it, slipping through his fingers like water—so unfair! This was a serious problem. If he didn’t spend money, how could he attract pretty girls? In this day and age, everything revolves around money—even breaking up comes with a “youth loss fee.” What kind of world is this!!!