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His kiss was like a branding iron, igniting every inch of skin on Xiyan’s neck with fiery heat.
"Mm... don’t..." A soft, fragnted moan escaped Xiyan’s throat, her neck tingling, her entire body suffused with an itch she couldn’t shake.
This tantalizing sound didn’t make Ou Jue stop; instead, his kisses grew even more frenzied.
He held down her petite head with one hand, forcing her to tilt back while gently turning her face aside.
Then, lowering his head, his scorching lips unerringly captured hers.
Like savoring a fine dessert, he gently licked at her lips, delicately tasting them.
"Mmh..."
Having her head tilted back like this had already left her a little short of breath, and now, with this man plundering her mouth, every ounce of air in her lungs felt stolen away.
The difficulty in breathing made the girl gasp repeatedly, but the heat of her exhalations barely escaped before Ou Jue swallowed them whole.
Tongues intertwined, pressed together, dancing in an intimate entanglent...
She was on the verge of losing her mind from his tornt.
Unable to help herself, Xiyan let out a small kitten-like whimper, "Stop..."
Ou Jue gazed down at her flushed face and slightly dazed eyes.
His lips curved in a faint smirk, and his scattering kisses traced down her earlobe, chin, collarbone...
His voice was low, magnetic, and laced with temptation, "Xia Xiyan, you want it—you know you do."
Such blunt, sultry words, tinged with a hint of wickedness, lit an incendiary fire in Xiyan’s heart. Her suppressed cries stuck in her throat, threatening to burst forth at any mont.
She was both furious and flustered, "You, you... you scoundrel!"
Such an innocent insult surprisingly earned a chuckle from Ou Jue, whose poker face rarely cracked.
He tilted Xiyan’s face back into his hands, resting his forehead against hers. "But you like this kind of scoundrel, don’t you? And I wouldn’t mind being a little worse for you."
As he spoke, his hand slid beneath her nightgown, seamlessly navigating its way inside, landing precisely on...
"Ah—" Xiyan finally let out a cry, biting her lip imdiately as if to suppress the sound.
That place... no one had ever touched her there before.
The electrifying sensation sent a shiver through her, softening her entire body until she collapsed lightly against his chest.
She no longer even had the strength to resist, entirely surrendering to his "unchecked desires."
Mortified, Xiyan buried her flushed face against his chest. "Hey, I— I’m not even of age yet..."
"I know." He had no intention of taking her completely—at least, not yet.
Ou Jue said those words with ease, yet his hands continued their exploration unabated, showing no signs of slowing down. "This little fool works so hard filming... I’m just helping her relax. You don’t like it? Hmm?"
What kind of relaxation was this supposed to be?! Never had she heard anyone say it was normal to help soone unwind like this!
Fresh out of the shower, her body was already languid and pliant.
Now, with his teasing, she felt she was lting into a pool of liquid warmth.
Red-faced and ears burning, Xiyan shut her eyes tight. "You—you—you’re nothing more than a shaless rogue!"
"Making you feel good in advance, and you call a rogue? Ungrateful woman."
"Take your hand out now..."
If he kept this up, she wouldn’t be able to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her lips.
The hotel’s terrible soundproofing only heightened her anxiety... what if soone overheard them? QAQ
Ou Jue’s hand didn’t stop moving. Instead, he leaned down and nibbled softly on her delicate earlobe. "Beg to take it out."
Xiyan felt utterly defeated.
What happened to his supposed cold and abstinent deanor?!
She had never seen anyone as brazen as this!
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