Jiang Wenrui threw the blanket back on Xing Su. At this moment, it was just his nerves that were tense. Even in front of a project worth billions, he had never acted so restrainted.
Xing Su's head was covered, and her breathing slowly became irregular. She subconsciously stretched out her slender arms and began to tug at the blanket on her body.
Just as Jiang Wenrui was about to get off the bed, Xing Su hugged his waist from behind. He looked down at the two arms wrapped around his waist. They were fair, looking gentle and beautiful. They did not look shriveled at all. He originally wanted to pry open Xing Su's arms, but he stopped.
At this moment, Jiang Wenrui realized that Xing Su was crying. She hugged his waist and buried her face in his back, crying extremely sadly.
Xing Su: "In order to snatch my egg yolk pastry… Why don't you want me anymore… What haven't I done well…"
A storm brewed in Jiang Wenrui's eyes for no reason. "Let go." His voice was low and cold. However, not only did Xing Su not let go, but her entire body was pressed against his back. If it was just a simple hug, Jiang Wenrui would not have such a big reaction, but Xing Su had taken off her dress at some point.
A woman's unique softness was pressed against the man's muscular back. For a moment, Jiang Wenrui's mind went blank. This seductress. This woman, Xing Su, was a seductress!
"Don't go, can you stay… I beg you…" Xing Su's voice was soft, like a clingy kitten.
Although Jiang Wenrui's expression was ugly, he still coaxed her in a low voice, "I'm not leaving. Don't move around. Lie down obediently."
With that, Xing Su obediently let go. She blinked her big eyes and looked at him pitifully. Jiang Wenrui bent down and pulled up the blanket to wrap Xing Su tightly. Since he had promised her not to leave, after wrapping her up, Jiang Wenrui leaned against the head of the bed and let Xing Su's arm wrap around his waist.
After a while, Jiang Wenrui gritted his teeth. "Don't move!"
"Oh," Xing Su replied softly, but her hands never stopped moving.
In the end, when Xing Su finally stopped making a fuss, her arm stopped at Jiang Wenrui's thin waist and was pressed down by Jiang Wenrui's big hand. Time passed minute by minute. Looking at the lotus-like arms wrapped around his waist, his temples throbbed. However, no matter how frustrated Jiang Wenrui was, he did not pull away from Xing Su's arm that was wrapped around his waist.
Tonight was destined to be a long sleepless night.
Xing Su's breathing gradually stabilized. Her arms was still being pressed down by Jiang Wenrui, and she was sleeping soundly. Jiang Wenrui retracted his gaze from her face. The next moment, he gently pried open Xing Su's arm, got up, and went straight to the bathroom. The cold water rushed down from above his head, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart.
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That night, Jiang Wenrui did not sleep well. The bed in the guest room was also very soft, but he felt as if he was lying on lava. It was extremely hot. He got up from the bed. His forehead was covered in sweat. He did not know when the light had been turned on, but there was someone standing in front of his bed.
Jiang Wenrui looked at Xing Su, who was in front of his bed, in a daze. She seemed different in some way. Her hair was wet and hung messily on her shoulders. The water droplets at the ends of her hair fell on the back of his hand, and her eyes were crimson red.
Xing Su's eyes were blurry, like a deep-sea demoness. She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled brightly. Jiang Wenrui's throat was dry to the point of hoarseness. Xing Su was slowly leaning over, getting closer and closer. In the next second, their lips were pressed together.
Jiang Wenrui suddenly opened his eyes. The room was dark. There was no Xing Su or kiss… It was just a dream.
Jiang Wenrui lowered his head. The dreamy scene made him almost unable to breathe. The sweat on his forehead slid down his face and dripped onto the gray and white blanket. Then, he quickly got up and went to the bathroom again.
The next morning, Xing Su opened her eyes in a daze and stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling. This didn't seem to be the ceiling of her house…
The next second, Xing Su scrambled to get up. The moment she got up, she was shocked again. Her clothes were gone! A loose man's shirt was put on her body. Xing Su panicked. The news reports she had seen in the past about a girl being picked up by a stranger when she was drunk and raped flashed through her mind. Could it be that she also… Thinking of this, Xing Su grabbed the collar of her shirt and looked down. Sure enough, it was empty inside. Her bra was gone, but there were no traces on her body, and there was no discomfort between her legs. Other than a little tired from drinking, there didn't seem to be anything wrong?