“But you’d better be able to explain yourself, or your death will be in vain.” Lillian Grant said coldly, her gaze sharp as lightning. Because, even Lillian Grant’s father was not allowed in here.

Jason Carter’s eyes were fixed on Lillian Grant’s chest. Even without a bra, her breasts were still astonishingly prominent, the nipples pressing against the silk fabric, their outlines faintly visible.

The knife in Lillian Grant’s hand shifted slightly, and Jason Carter immediately felt a chill and pain at his neck, followed by a stream of fresh blood trickling down.

His lustful thoughts vanished. Jason Carter said, “I couldn’t find you anywhere, then I saw a little chubby kid with sunglasses. He said you were here, and waiting for me.”

“Buggy!” Lillian Grant shouted angrily.

Immediately, there was the sound of someone falling outside, followed by a child’s cry of pain.

“Gaga!” Then the child laughed triumphantly and ran away at top speed.

Jason Carter could even imagine the funny way the chubby kid wobbled as he ran.

Lillian Grant stared at Jason Carter for a long moment, finally withdrawing her knife reluctantly. That’s right, these rooms were forbidden territory—no one was allowed in, not even experts. The only exception was her little brother, the chubby kid with sunglasses, Buggy, who was only five years old this year.

He was the tyrant of the martial arts school, completely uncontrollable, mischievous and unruly. He could flirt with girls, bully others by relying on his sister’s power, lie, curse, sweet-talk, pretend to be pitiful, fake-cry, and even spit at people. He never did good deeds, only bad ones.

“What did you come to me for? It’s late, you can go home by yourself. Practice every day as I taught you—when you can split it, you can move on to the next step. If you can’t split it within five days, figure out a way to run away.” Now that Lillian Grant thought about it, she found herself a bit ridiculous. Just now on the balcony, she’d still harbored a sliver of hope, but after her shower, her mind was clear and she realized she was doing something utterly absurd.

“I’ve already mastered it,” Jason Carter said.

“What?” Lillian Grant was shocked, her eyes wide as lanterns. “Impossible! You can already split the wooden rod? Absolutely impossible.”

“Not split,” Jason Carter said.

“Then why are you here? I said it’s impossible.” Lillian Grant turned to the wardrobe to change, saying coldly, “Go home.”

“I cut it,” Jason Carter said.

“Uh…” Lillian Grant whipped her head around, her sexy little mouth unable to utter a sound.

But she was so shocked that her head turned but her body didn’t have time to follow. Her neck twisted, she cried out in pain, lost her balance, and nearly fell.

Jason Carter immediately stepped forward to catch her, his hands feeling a slippery softness, a fragrant fullness in his arms. His hands were supporting Lillian Grant’s hips—so full and wide, definitely childbearing.

What’s more, the hem of her robe had lifted a bit, revealing two dazzlingly beautiful, shapely legs.

“Whew.” Jason Carter felt a tightness below—such is the tragedy of a virgin, unable to withstand even the slightest tease.

But at that moment, Lillian Grant, startled, forgot all about it. She grabbed Jason Carter’s hand and pulled him outside. “To the balcony. Show me.”

Jason Carter’s hand was held, and he felt Lillian Grant’s slender, soft, smooth hand. Strange—how could a martial artist’s hand be so soft? Just like that, Jason Carter was pulled toward the balcony.

After a while, Jason Carter found it hard to walk. Because Lillian Grant was just two steps ahead of him, her round butt swaying right in front of his eyes.

Especially climbing the stairs, Lillian Grant’s round hips unconsciously stuck out a bit. Lillian Grant turned, as if she’d seen or realized something. She shot Jason Carter a glare and said coldly, “You go in front.”

Jason Carter grimaced and moved ahead of Lillian Grant, enduring the tingling as he walked onto the balcony.

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“How could you kiss me? What should we do now?” a girl’s voice cried out on the balcony.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility. I’ve loved you for a long time,” a boy’s gentle voice replied.

“But, our age…” the girl said.

“We’re not little kids anymore. We’re mature now, we can handle our own love…” the boy said even more tenderly.

“Buggy.” Lillian Grant shouted.

“Aiya.” Two children crawled out from the flower bushes. One was a chubby, bald kid with sunglasses, the other a big-eyed little girl who looked like a doll, both about four or five years old. The little girl, caught, blushed and hid behind the chubby boy.

The chubby boy puffed out his chest and said, “You can’t break us up.”

Then, his eyes darted slyly as he said, “Sis, I found you a boyfriend, so you can’t stop me from chasing girls—oh, I mean, from having a girlfriend. Otherwise, I’ll tell Daddy that you were taking a bath in there and ordered this dumb boyfriend to peep at you while you bathed.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Lillian Grant grabbed the chubby boy’s mouth and pulled it down. “Go, go, I’ll deal with you tonight.”

The chubby boy immediately put on a shocked face, stuck his hand in his mouth, and said, “What are you trying to do? Are you planning to molest this brother?”