This sweltering feeling was like a giant vortex, rushing from all directions, finally converging at a point, trapping him tightly inside.
Ou Jue held her tightly, at this mont, just wishing he could embed her into his body like this.
His voice was slightly hoarse as he ordered the driver, "Drive faster."
"Yes." The driver responded imdiately.
The car sped swiftly along the straight asphalt road.
Arriving at the hotel where they stayed, Ou Jue took off his suit jacket and covered the half-awake Xiyan, then scooped her up in his arms.
He strode assertively to the elevator, pressed the button for the 58th floor, and looked down at the girl in his arms, who resembled a kitten.
The flas surging in his eyes beca increasingly evident.
If not for the cara in the elevator, he wished he could just now...
He slightly pursed his thin lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing a bit.
Ding—
The elevator finally stopped on the suite floor, and at the mont the suite door opened, Ou Jue’s breathing beca completely erratic.
He placed Xiyan on the soft big bed, leaning over her while unbuttoning his shirt.
The restraint of these days suddenly erupted at this mont, with fiery kisses landing haphazardly without any technique on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, her collarbone.
"Xia Xiyan..." He breathed heavily, his originally calm and steady voice now tinged with indulgence.
He lifted her hand, then placed his own hand over it, interlocking their fingers.
Ever since waking up after the shipwreck, there was a voice in Ou Jue’s brain, like a curse lingering.
[You no longer like Xia Xiyan now, no longer like her.]
But if he truly didn’t like her, why would he care so much about her every smile and frown?
And why would he be so easily stirred by her allure?
Ou Jue was never a man given to indulgence; in these twenty years, there had only been Xia Xiyan.
Given his current status and position, many won desperately wanted to climb into his bed.
But this desire, only Xia Xiyan could evoke in him.
Whether in the past or now.
And now, his mind was filled with the thought of wanting her.
To have her!
At so unknown point, Xiyan’s clothes had already been removed to the point of not covering her body at all, so was Ou Jue’s.
The skin-to-skin contact, unobstructed by clothes, once touched, beca uncontrollable.
He lay on Xiyan, his breath hot, about to enter.
But unexpectedly, the girl who had been softly moaning now suddenly cried.
"Uh... I don’t want to, I don’t want to..." Xiyan covered her eyes with the back of her hand, her cheeks still flushed red.
She hadn’t sobered up from the drunkenness, yet she was unconsciously rejecting him.
She was crying softly, murmuringly saying she didn’t want it.
Ou Jue’s body paused slightly, his voice hoarse, "Why not?"
"Just don’t... don’t want you to touch ..." Her voice beca increasingly heart-wrenching.
No matter how much she liked soone, she had to retain her dignity.
In her subconscious, she had accepted the fact that Ou Jue in the second personality didn’t like her anymore.
So she couldn’t accept having a relationship with soone who no longer liked her.
The girl whimpered softly, without the slightest hint of wanting yet resisting.
She truly, truly didn’t want to have a relationship with him—
Realizing this, Ou Jue’s throat tightened sowhat.
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