In the morning, Kylie opened her eyes in confusion.

Hadn't she fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room last night? How had she made it back to the bedroom?

What happened last night? Did Ethan sleepwalk, or was that her?

She touched her neck. It was in pain. It seemed to be true: this bastard was really bad.

She had just talked back to him a couple of times on the way back to their hotel room, and then he'd tortured her the whole night.

He couldn't take advantage of her so easily. She had to demand double alimony when they got divorced.

When she squeezed out some toothpaste, Kylie noticed his toothbrush again. Pupu was not there this time, so she threw his toothbrush into the toilet without any worries.

"Kylie!"

"Yes."

Oops, she got caught again!

She didn't know when he had appeared. The tall figure leaned against the doorway. He looked lazy and evil. "No wonder I've been tasting something strange in my mouth!"

"No! I threw it in just now!" Kylie said with a grievance.

"It's impossible." The man approached her, and dark shadows shrouded the top of her head.

"I swear, it was new the last time you brushed your teeth." Kylie tried to show a sincere face, but at this time it was not convincing. "Absolutely no toilet taste."

"You taste..."

"Taste…?"

The moment he lifted her chin up, she accurately covered her thin lips.

His body carried a hint of mint and tobacco, which took her breath away.

She didn't know what it was, but she actually opened her lips and tasted the toothbrush.

"No..." She was just about to say that there was no taste, but the man's tongue had already entered her mouth. He had taken the initiative.

Kylie's body softened against him with his kiss, and if the man's arm hadn't been fixed around her waist, she might have fallen into his arms.

Even so, Kylie's legs began to tremble. She was forced by him to step back, step by step until she reached the sink.

"Uh, uh..." Kylie's eyes widened in horror when she found that she was sitting in the sink.

The man released her waist, his arms uncrossed from behind her neck, and held onto the mirror behind her.

He bowed his waist, and the magnified, handsome face came closer. Kylie felt that if she blinked her eyes, her eyelashes could brush against him.

She tried to lean back, and her waist trembled. "Eth... Ethan..."

"Call me what?" Ethan pulled her close and began kissing her without warning. These kisses were more passionate than before.

All of his blood was concentrated in his penis, and it was painful.

Kylie was dizzy with his kisses. Her cheeks were red, and the air in her lungs was gradually lessening. Just when she was about to suffocate, the man let her go.

"I will kiss you until you call me the right name."

The man had a brilliant flame in his eyes, even though his face was still thick and frosty.

"Uncle...Uh!"

She received another kiss punishment. Kylie glared at his chest. "Et-ha-n."

The man let her go, and his thumb gently pressed against her swollen lips. He smiled. "It's fine, but I'd prefer it if you called me a husband!"

No way!

But those two words she only dared say to herself.

Kylie's chest was going up and down violently until she began to breathe evenly, at which point she cast a sharp look at him and said: "There is no strange taste."

The man narrowed his eyes in disagreement, and then he smacked his lips as if savoring the passionate kiss.

He shook his head, turning around with a blank expression, and stopped at the door of the bathroom.

"Why do I feel weird?"

Kylie itched to beat him up. Suddenly she thought of a serious problem. She turned to look at the toothbrush cup on the sink; her toothbrush, with toothpaste, was still placed inside the cup.

Oh, no. She quickly covered her mouth.

If the man found out that she had kissed him without brushing her teeth first, he would probably kill herself.

The man who walked out of the bathroom, one hand in his trouser pocket and the other rubbing his chin, savored the beautiful taste of her kiss.

Kylie followed and only saw his back. He was as pure as a child, but she did not know what his little hand did in his trouser pocket.

Today's schedule was climbing.

A campfire was set up on top of the mountain. So there was no hurry, as long as they reached the top of the mountain before dark.

In order to make the climb easier, Kylie especially changed into her sportswear, which was also decorated with cartoons. The top had a large picture of Minnie on it, and the hat had two round ears.

After changing, Kylie looked at the man in the mirror.

He wore a white shirt and black trousers, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and black polished Italian handmade shoes.

"Are you going to wear this to climb the mountain?" Kylie held her chin and examined him.

"Is there a problem?" The man looked at her and gracefully rolled his sleeves up.

"As you wish." Kylie got up, carrying her backpack, and walked ahead of him.

Today was not a weekend, but there were many more tourists than before.

"Is national fitness popular now?" Kylie was somewhat puzzled.

"Losing weight is popular now," The man said quietly, his pace easy.

Kylie followed him and insinuated about last night: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Ethan gave her a look and nodded. "Not bad."

"Nothing else?"

The man stopped and peacefully looked at her. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Could it be what I expect?" Kylie asked with secret delight.

"Of course not."

Because they had suddenly stopped, the tourists behind them had to go around, and they naturally looked at the couple more closely.

"How warm that father and daughter are. I told you to come out to accompany the children, but you always say there's no time," a lady said, complaining to her husband.

Ethan suddenly became angry.

He turned to look at Kylie. She was dressed in cute cartoon clothes, with her hair up in a bun, which made her look much younger. It looked like she was a college student, whereas the clothes he wore were indeed orthodox.

Kylie noticed the chill around him and smiled awkwardly. "She has poor eyesight. Don't mind. You are so young, how can you have such an old daughter like me?"

Her voice carried, and the blamed husband counterattacked: "Are you kidding me? They are a couple. Can't you see that they have a couple's look?

Ethan's gloomy face eased, and he looked at her softly.

Kylie subconsciously touched her own face and turned to look at Ethan. "He is blind. I'm obviously better looking than you," she said.

Although she said that, the chill around her eased up a lot.

Just then, several young girls stopped opposite them.

"Is that the celebrity..?"

"Yeah, that is."

"Go, go, go, take a photo, and get an autograph!"

Kylie lifted her chin and looked at Ethan. There was complacency in her eyes. Tea House just broadcasted two episodes, and some people recognized her.

This was great encouragement and affirmation for her.

"Thank you all..." Kylie greeted them. But just as she was about to take the book from their hands, they passed her by.