[Fantasy] Three Men Make a Wolf (Complete) - 13-15

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Chapter 90

A week after leaving, besides feeling guilty, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but feel a little regretful. She didn't want to admit it, but all the flowery words Yu Wei had used to describe Yi Qingcheng weren't exaggerations; he was indeed a very charming man, and Jiang Xinyue had felt a special attraction about him from the first time she met him. He was a type of man she had never met before. Although he had acted somewhat "abruptly" towards her, she couldn't dislike him.

And often, charming men carry a dangerous aura. Jiang Xinyue didn't know if she should be glad she had escaped early. She had considered the possibility of receiving a court summons, but to her surprise, a week later she received a call from Pei Sen. It was as if an invisible hand had pushed her, who wanted to escape trouble, back into the vortex of fate.

Pei Sen sincerely apologized to her on the phone, inviting her to return as Yi Qingcheng's assistant, without any unreasonable terms—just a pure assistant position. Jiang Xinyue considered it carefully. She was somewhat fatalistic, and thought perhaps fate was entrusting her with this heavy task. If she backed down, she would be betraying her conscience.

Returning to Qingcheng's company was smoother and calmer than expected. Her worries didn't come true; for almost a month, she hadn't even seen Yi Qingcheng. Even Sister Bai remarked on how busy Yi Qingcheng had been.

Was he genuinely busy, or did he simply not want to see her? She scoffed at her own foolish thought. She was overestimating herself; perhaps Yi Qingcheng had already forgotten she existed?

But things are always unpredictable. One day a month later, as she was about to leave work, Yi Qingcheng suddenly returned and asked her to accompany him to a dinner party. She naturally had no reason to refuse; an assistant should have the obligation to accompany their boss to various events, right? However, her clothes were a bit shabby and unsuitable for a high-class gathering.

Yi Qingcheng noticed her concerns and simply told her to come with him and not to worry about anything else. Once in the car, Yi Qingcheng instructed the driver to take him directly to a brand-name store in the bustling city center. Jiang Xinyue understood; he was going to buy her clothes. Even though she was just a junior assistant, she directly represented Qingcheng's image

, and he couldn't let her look bad in public. Halfway there, the car suddenly braked sharply. If she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, she probably would have been thrown into the air. Yi Qingcheng turned around and carefully asked if she was alright. She shook her head, still shaken, and asked him what had happened. Yi Qingcheng didn't answer directly but instead told the driver to get out and check.

The driver said, "Mr. Yi, don't worry about her. It's none of our business. She's several meters away. The old lady tripped and fell while crossing the safety barrier. If we get involved, we'll only cause more trouble."

Jiang Xinyue roughly understood what had happened from the driver's words. Seeing that other cars had already driven around them, she thought to herself that people these days really don't care if it's not their problem. She felt a little worried for the old lady and thought that if Yi Qingcheng told her to just drive away, she would immediately get out and take the old lady to the hospital herself.

Unexpectedly, Yi Qingcheng didn't hesitate at all to have the driver check on the old lady. The driver returned saying the old lady had fainted, and Yi Qingcheng immediately decided to take her to the hospital. The driver wanted to say something, but was intimidated by Yi Qingcheng's gaze and quickly got the old lady into the car.

The old lady was rushed to the emergency room for treatment. After everything was settled, the deposit was paid, and Yi Qingcheng even left his phone number with the hospital, telling them to call him if anything happened, they hurriedly left.

Although it was just a small accident, Jiang Xinyue was quite moved. She secretly watched Yi Qingcheng's back and felt that his image in her heart seemed to have grown much taller.

Jiang Xinyue rarely went to those designer boutiques before, because even a seemingly ordinary piece of clothing was enough to make her gasp for a long time. She wasn't worried that Yi Qingcheng couldn't afford it; she was afraid that if he suddenly spent a million, she would be so weighed down by the weight that she couldn't even walk, and she would have to be constantly careful not to get it dirty or torn. A single mistake would cost her the hard-earned money of the rest of her life.

She was even more afraid that he would pick out some trendy strapless dress or deep V-neck dress for her, dressing her up in a "seductive" way, which would leave her in a terrible mess. Fortunately, Yi Qingcheng was very sensible. He chose a white silk dress for her paired with silver high heels. The dress was simple in style and reasonably priced, but it looked elegant and sophisticated on her. And the price was relatively reasonable compared to the other clothes in the store; this dress cost her enough to work for several years.

When they arrived at the restaurant, everyone was already there, waiting for them. As soon as they walked in, people stood up to greet Yi Qingcheng, and their tone and expressions revealed his importance. There weren't many people at the table; including her and Yi Qingcheng, there were four men and four women.

The other three girls were only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. As the saying goes, youth is the greatest asset, not to mention they were all dressed fashionably and glamorously. Compared to them, Jiang Xinyue felt a little out of place; her temperament was different, and her attire was too plain.

Just as Jiang Xinyue was about to sit next to Yi Qingcheng, President Wang stood up and said, "This isn't appropriate. Lili and Lanlan, you two sit with President Yi. Miss Jiang, please sit here." He patted the seat next to him, and seeing that Yi Qingcheng didn't object, Jiang Xinyue sat down.

These girls were truly formidable. Sitting next to Yi Qingcheng, they not only gave him seductive glances and spoke in sweet, melodious voices, but also acted coquettishly and playfully. One would say, "President Yi is late, you'll have to drink a penalty shot," and another would say, "This humble lady offers a toast to President Yi, please give me face." Even Jiang Xinyue felt weak in the knees, let alone the men.

Although Yi Qingcheng remained calm and composed, he was in the wrong for being late and inevitably drank a few more glasses than he should. Jiang Xinyue began to feel a little guilty because she discovered that these girls could actually shield their boss from drinks. When offered a toast, they would say, "I'll drink it for the boss," and before anyone could object, they would down the glass in one gulp, leaving no room for complaint. Jiang Xinyue couldn't do anything for Yi Qingcheng; all she could do was watch him drink.

Fortunately, Yi Qingcheng had a decent alcohol tolerance. Although he drank a few glasses, he wasn't affected and remained calm and clear-headed. Lili and Lanlan, however, had their eyes glued to him. Partly feigning interest, but also genuinely captivated by Yi Qingcheng's charm. Their delicate hands would inadvertently touch his thigh or accidentally brush against his chest. Jiang Xinyue was worried for Yi Qingcheng, but he subtly deflected their advances by offering toasts.

After a few times, seeing that Yi Qingcheng had no interest in them, the two girls felt a little embarrassed and refrained from further inappropriate behavior. Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief for Yi Qingcheng, but then she ran into trouble.

President Wang offered her a toast and insisted she drink it, saying that refusing would be disrespectful. Jiang Xinyue was in a dilemma; she really disliked these kinds of occasions and wasn't good at drinking. At this moment, Yi Qingcheng spoke up for her.

"It's better for girls to drink some red wine. Red wine is good for the complexion, right, Mr. Wang?" As he spoke, he asked the waiter to remove the white wine from in front of the girls and replace it with red wine.

Jiang Xinyue drank three glasses in a row, unable to refuse each one. After drinking, she felt the effects of the alcohol rising, and her eyes felt a little sore.

Yi Qingcheng observed Jiang Xinyue discreetly. There were four girls at the table. Although the other three were heavily made up and tall, Jiang Xinyue was not overshadowed. She was like a lily among peonies, not saying much, but with a pure and ethereal quality. After drinking the wine, a faint blush rose on her fair cheeks, as if she had applied a layer of rouge. Her smile had a unique charm, and his heart couldn't help but flutter slightly.

Chapter 091

Jiang Xinyue hadn't eaten anything yet, but she had already drunk three glasses of red wine. Although her stomach was empty, she didn't want to eat anything anymore. She had another purpose in coming out with Yi Qingcheng this time: to learn as much as possible about him, hoping to glean some important information from his conversations with others. She delicately picked at small pieces of vegetable with her chopsticks, but her ears were constantly listening to their conversation.

It turned out that this dinner was because Qingcheng was looking for investors to participate in the research and development and production of a new type of drug for drug addiction.

It turned out that Yi Qingcheng needed someone's help, but he was delayed because he was taking a stranger to the hospital, which made the initial situation somewhat passive, and he was immediately forced to drink several glasses of wine. For some reason, thinking about this, Jiang Xinyue smiled slightly to herself. Undeniably, she admired Yi Qingcheng's approach.

At this moment, her body tensed up as Mr. Wang's hand suddenly touched her thigh, slowly stroking upwards through the silk fabric. And Mr. Wang, while carrying out this series of actions, could still chat and laugh with Yi Qingcheng as usual.

Jiang Xinyue's face changed instantly. Under normal circumstances, she would have slammed her fist on the table in anger, but she clearly realized that this was not normal at all. This was Yi Qingcheng's dinner party, a dinner party that was very important to him, and she couldn't ruin it.

Yi Qingcheng seemed to sense something and glanced at her lightly. She desperately wanted to scream, "Help me! Help me!" but Yi Qingcheng didn't seem to sense her inner plea. His gaze swept over her quickly, seemingly unintentional, as he continued his presentation on the new drug development.

Seeing Jiang Xinyue's lack of reaction, President Wang grew bolder, even attempting to pull up her skirt and slip his hand inside.

Jiang Xinyue suddenly stood up, her abrupt action interrupting the conversation. Everyone at the table turned to look at her. Jiang Xinyue forced herself to calm down, raising her glass, her fingers trembling slightly.

"I'd like to toast President Wang," she said, looking directly at him, her eyes carrying a warning only she could understand.

President Wang beamed, "A toast from a beautiful lady is an honor. Cheers! Deep feelings, bottoms up!"

After toasting President Wang, just as he was about to sit down, Presidents Li and Zhang objected.

"A beautiful lady like you're picky about who to toast?"

Jiang Xinyue had no choice but to toast President Li and President Zhang again

, drinking three more glasses. When she sat down, she felt a little dizzy, but her mind was clear. She thought she had indirectly reminded President Wang; he should have toned it down by now. But Jiang Xinyue was wrong. Not long after she sat down, that hand reached out again. She immediately felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up again and said apologetically, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Then she hurriedly left the room.

Once outside, she felt like she could breathe freely again. Leaning against the wall, her legs felt weak, her stomach churned, and she felt a sense of humiliation. She had never suffered such injustice before. She really wanted to just leave and never go back. But she couldn't do that; she couldn't leave Yi Qingcheng alone here.

She stayed in the restroom for a long time before finally mustering her courage and returning to the private room. As soon as she entered, General Managers Wang and Li said they would punish her with drinks, implying she had been deliberately avoiding them for so long.

She felt she couldn't drink anymore; any more would surely lead to a loss of composure. Her repeated refusals were no match for these seasoned veterans.

General Manager Wang glanced at her and said, "Miss Jiang, it's fine if you don't want to drink; I'll drink for you. But we'll have to ask General Manager Yi if he agrees."

"Oh?" Yi Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

General Manager Wang smiled slyly, "I agree to invest 20% in the new drug development, but Miss Jiang will need to provide some guidance." The other two general managers chuckled, understanding the underlying meaning of this "guidance."

Jiang Xinyue was startled, not expecting General Manager Wang to make such a blatant request, let alone use her as a bargaining chip. Her first reaction was that Yi Qingcheng wouldn't agree, but judging from his reaction, he simply looked at General Manager Wang and her without saying a word.

For no apparent reason, she began to panic. How could she know Yi Qingcheng wouldn't agree? Just because he saved that unconscious old lady? Many people can't withstand the temptation of significant interests. What if he agreed? What would she do then? In this confined space, she suddenly realized she was in danger.

Just then, Yi Qingcheng said, "I welcome the 100% share with open arms. You see, the development of this new drug has been mandated by higher authorities. We must strongly support and encourage the research and production of new drug for addiction treatment. Our Qingcheng Group has top-notch R&D personnel in the country. With the right timing, location, and people, there's nothing we can't do well. If this succeeds, it won't just be a flood of profits, but a double win of fame and fortune. And, not everyone will be invited to invest." Regarding the guidance Mr. Wang mentioned, that's easy to handle. I'll arrange for her to report to Mr. Wang another day, and I'll make sure he's satisfied. As for Xiao Jiang, no need for that. I haven't trained her enough; she's still too green. I'll drink this wine for her. "

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass in front of Jiang Xinyue and drank it all in one gulp. His words were short, but comprehensive and profound. At first, President Wang and President Li were stunned for a moment, but they quickly smiled knowingly, and their gazes towards Jiang Xinyue and Yi Qingcheng became ambiguous.

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed slightly, and she couldn't quite describe her feelings. On one hand, she was touched that Yi Qingcheng had stood up for her, and on the other hand, she admired Yi Qingcheng's eloquence. However, his words "Little Jiang" and "training" were too suggestive, and now everyone present probably thought of the two of them as having that kind of relationship.

Chapter 092 I inexplicably like you

Jiang Xinyue had to admire China's "drinking table" culture. After the meal, Yi Qingcheng's goal was successfully achieved. After the meal, President Wang and President Li suggested going to a karaoke bar. Yi Qingcheng didn't comment, but his gaze..." Looking at her, President Wang and President Li smiled knowingly, opportunistically seeking Jiang Xinyue's opinion. Jiang Xinyue blushed slightly, while Yi Qingcheng waited for her answer with a smile in his eyes.

Jiang Xinyue didn't really want to go, but she couldn't refuse their invitation. The group quickly found themselves at a high-end club. She often went to karaoke before, but this was her first time in such a luxurious private room. When they sat down, President Wang specially arranged for Jiang Xinyue to sit next to Yi Qingcheng.

President Wang urged Yi Qingcheng to sing the first song. Jiang Xinyue thought he would refuse because she couldn't imagine what he would sound like, but to her surprise, Yi Qingcheng readily agreed.

He discussed it with the song selector, and soon a soft melody began to play. Jiang Xinyue thought the song sounded familiar, but couldn't remember what it was.

When his voice accompanied the melody, the surroundings fell silent, and only his magnetic and uniquely charming voice rang out. A powerful voice echoed softly. Jiang Xinyue remembered the song title; it was an old song, one she'd heard many versions of, but she felt this one was the best. "

For no reason, I just liked you,

deeply loved you,

from the day I met you..."

The room was dimly lit, the colorful neon lights swaying gently. His face was indistinct in the light, his expression unclear, his gaze seemingly fixed on her. Such a song, such a man, such a scene—how could one not be moved? She had a strange feeling, as if he sang this song specifically for her. Her heart fluttered inexplicably, but was he really looking at her? The light was too dim; she couldn't be sure.

It was the first time she'd looked at a man like this, completely unaware of how undisguised her gaze was. His voice seemed to possess a certain magic, captivating her completely. For the first time, she felt... She found the song so beautiful, so special.

It was already five or six in the afternoon when she got back. Sitting in the car, her head was a little dizzy, but the image of him singing kept replaying in her mind. He had the driver take her home first, but she insisted on going home alone. He said he never trusted a girl who had been drinking to go home

alone. He told her to get in the car, his tone gentle yet slightly commanding, leaving her no choice but to comply. She also realized she had really drunk too much this time. The car ride was smooth. He told her to take a nap. She tried to stay awake, but before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. In her dream, it seemed she was still in that club, in that private room, with Yi Qingcheng repeatedly singing that song.

That day, Yi Qingcheng had woken her up. She got out of the car and politely said goodbye to him. He only nodded, but there was a special meaning in his gaze.

Ambiguity is truly a strange thing; it's elusive, giving rise to inexplicable anticipation, yet sometimes leaving one feeling wistful.

After that day, Jiang Xinyue sent the dress to the dry cleaners and had her shoes cleaned, intending to return them to Yi Qingcheng the next day. She didn't know what she was expecting. That day, after returning home, she searched for that song online, various versions, listening to it over and over again, feeling utterly bewildered.

But a week later, she finally saw Yi Qingcheng. She couldn't quite describe her feelings; the scene of that day's song felt like a dream. She didn't know Yi Qingcheng was home that day. After going to work, she first cleaned Yi Qingcheng's room, and only after finishing did she notice that the door to Yi Qingcheng's study was ajar.

Yi Qingcheng's study had been tightly closed since she started working there. At first, she was filled with curiosity about that closed world, but later she gradually became numb to it. So much so that she didn't even realize the door was open until much later, secretly blaming herself for her unprofessionalism.

She figured Yi Qingcheng must be inside, because given the study's secure password security system, it was a very important "territory" for him; he wouldn't leave with the door ajar.

She gently knocked, and sure enough, Yi Qingcheng's voice came through, inviting her in.

She went in and saw him working at his computer. She just stood at the doorway, not going over, and said apologetically, "Mr. Yi, you're here. I'm sorry, I didn't notice..."

"It's alright," Yi Qingcheng said gently. "I heard your footsteps. I didn't call you because I was afraid of disturbing your work, and besides, I don't have anything to do here."

Was he afraid she'd bother him? Jiang Xinyue thought. Yi Qingcheng really knew how to talk; he made people feel comfortable. And that ambiguous atmosphere between them at the karaoke bar that day seemed to have vanished. Jiang Xinyue began to doubt if she had been imagining things.

"You're busy, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

"Okay," Yi Qingcheng nodded.

Jiang Xinyue knocked again and came in, placing the coffee in front of him. She was also carrying two paper bags.

"Mr. Yi, these are the clothes and shoes from that day. Here they are back."

"I bought these for you," Yi Qingcheng said. "Take them and wear them; they suit you very well."

"How can I?" Jiang Xinyue quickly said. "They're too expensive."

Yi Qingcheng looked at her, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "If you're upset, consider it a reward from the boss to his employee."

"But Qingcheng already pays me a very generous salary," Jiang Xinyue said contentedly.

He noticed her slight stubbornness, and that she had her own way of handling things. He joked, "You're returning the clothes so I can wear them?"

Jiang Xinyue looked up at him, a little taken aback.

Yi Qingcheng smiled: "So returning the clothes is a waste for me, and my philosophy has always been to make the most of things. Consider it a favor, let it fulfill its proper purpose."

Chapter 093 Abortion

Jiang Xinyue understood now. Although the clothes and shoes she had worn once were luxurious, they were "waste" to Yi Qingcheng. He naturally couldn't wear them, much less give them away as old clothes. So he might as well do her a favor and give them to her as a reward. And she, naturally, should also know how to be accommodating and help him with this "favor," accepting this gift.

"Then thank you, Mr. Yi." She retrieved the two bags and was about to leave when Yi Qingcheng called her back.

She turned around, wondering what else he wanted. Yi Qingcheng looked at her and said, "I heard you know Officer Jiang?" As he spoke, he took out a cigar from a silver box, lit it with a lighter, and took a light puff. Instantly, the faint aroma of tobacco filled the study.

The man's smoking posture was captivating, but Jiang Xinyue was far from appreciating it. The moment he asked that question, alarm bells rang in her mind. He must have investigated her thoroughly to know so much detail, and he must know she could guess, yet he asked her so openly. What was he trying to do? Was he testing her, or did he already know her identity? Countless thoughts raced through her mind, but her face remained impassive.

She nodded and said truthfully, "You're talking about Captain Jiang Cheng, right? Yes, I've known him since I first became a reporter. Actually, Captain Jiang and my family have a connection. He's an old friend of my parents'; they've been in contact since before I was born. However, I only learned about this through work, so Captain Jiang has always been very kind to me. He's provided me with information for many of my interviews." "

If that's the case, that's wonderful," Yi Qingcheng said abruptly.

Jiang Xinyue's mind was filled with questions. She looked at Yi Qingcheng, completely bewildered by his words.

Seeing her confused expression, Yi Qingcheng chuckled softly. "It's like this, a friend of mine was arrested for speeding a few days ago and has been detained for a few days. He's learned his lesson, and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to intervene. So I'd like to ask you to help me get Officer Jiang to do me a favor and get him released."

Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what it was about; it had really scared her. But seeing Yi Qingcheng looking at her questioningly, her heart jumped again. She then remembered Yi Qingcheng's identity; if he asked for her help, she naturally had to do it for him in front of him.

"What's wrong? If it's difficult, then forget it."

"No," Jiang Xinyue quickly said, "I'll try. It should be fine."

She took out her phone and contacted Jiang Cheng right under Yi Qingcheng's nose. Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was incredibly nervous inside. She was worried that Jiang Cheng wouldn't know her situation and would give herself away on the phone.

But as soon as the call connected and she heard Jiang Cheng's first words, Jiang Xinyue's heart settled back into her stomach. Her worries were unnecessary; Jiang Cheng was far more experienced than her.

Jiang Cheng said, "Xinyue, it's been quite a while since we last contacted each other."

"Yes, Captain Jiang, I'm no longer a reporter, so naturally I'll be troubling you less," Jiang Xinyue said playfully.

"Oh? You changed jobs?"

Jiang Xinyue briefly explained her situation, and after a few other words, she brought up the matter Yi Qingcheng had asked her to handle.

"Mr. Yi, what's your friend's name?"

Before Yi Qingcheng could speak, Jiang Cheng said, "Is it about Ai Meili?" Jiang Xinyue looked at Yi Qingcheng, who nodded. It seemed that Ai Meili was already on the police station's radar.

Jiang Cheng was very generous and readily agreed. Yi Qingcheng took the phone and exchanged a few more polite words with Jiang Cheng before hanging up.

Yi Qingcheng handed the phone back to her, and as Jiang Xinyue took it, her fingertips inadvertently touched his. Strangely, it felt as if an electric current ran through her body, and she heard Yi Qingcheng say softly, "Thank you." That ambiguous atmosphere suddenly returned.

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed. She shook her head, "Mr. Yi, don't be so polite. You've given me such a big reward; I should reciprocate."

Yi Qingcheng smiled, about to say something, when Jiang Xinyue's phone rang again. She should have hung up, but when Jiang Xinyue saw it was Zhong Yutong calling, she tensed up, worried something might have happened to her. It wasn't appropriate for her to answer now that she was out.

Yi Qingcheng said, "It's alright, you can answer it."

She apologized and turned to answer the phone.

"Yutong, what's wrong?"

Zhong Yutong's voice sounded very low, "Xinyue, do you have time now? I want you to come with me... to get an abortion..."

"What..." Jiang Xinyue was shocked, "You're pregnant..." Her heart ached for Zhong Yutong, and she forgot about Yi Qingcheng's presence.

Silence fell on the other end of the phone, broken only by soft sobs. Jiang Xinyue knew she shouldn't have asked that; her words had hurt Zhong Yutong, even though it was her first reaction upon hearing the news.

"Yutong, it's okay, I'll go with you. It's alright, don't cry. How about this weekend? I'm at work right now..."

Zhong Yutong suddenly broke down in tears, "I... I can't wait a second longer, I'm going crazy..."

"If you have something to do, go home first," Yi Qingcheng's voice interrupted.

Jiang Xinyue gave him a grateful look. Zhong Yutong suddenly stopped crying on the other end of the line, her voice weak and pale, "Who? Who's talking?"

Jiang Xinyue didn't pay much attention, simply saying, "It's my boss, Yutong. You wait patiently, I'll be right there." Then she hung up.

Chapter 94

Jiang Xinyue, the male lead, hadn't expected the entertainment reporters to have such a keen sense of smell. She had just walked out of the hospital arm-in-arm with Zhong Yutong when they were blocked at the entrance, cameras pointed at them, shutters clicking incessantly. Jiang Xinyue quickly shielded Zhong Yutong behind her.

She was furious. These entertainment reporters had no moral compass whatsoever. Zhong Yutong had already suffered enough; did they have to drive her crazy?

"What are you doing? Stop taking pictures! Can't you give her some space?" she shouted.

But no one listened to her. Someone shoved a microphone at her, asking maliciously, "Zhong Yutong, whose child did you abort? Was it the male protagonist from the recent sex scandal?" Before

he could finish, another voice rang out, "Why did you abort the child? Was the sex scandal revenge on you? If you abort his child, won't he retaliate again?"

Jiang Xinyue knew she couldn't hide it anymore. They must have informants who saw them go to the OB-GYN, and perhaps even more information. Zhong Yutong, like a frightened bird, hid behind her, not daring to look at the reporters. She buried her face in her shoulder, gripping her arm tightly. Jiang Xinyue felt a slight pain in her arm from the grip, her body trembling against hers.

She knew Zhong Yutong couldn't take any more.

Jiang Xinyue gritted her teeth, looked up at the camera, and shouted, "I'm the one who had the abortion, not Zhong Yutong! Don't get it wrong!" Even Zhong Yutong looked up in surprise. Xinyue heard her call her name softly and frantically. The reporters all looked surprised.

Suddenly someone said, "I know you. Aren't you reporter Jiang from the Metropolitan Daily? As far as I know, you're not married yet, are you?"

"Yes, yes, I know her too. I heard she and Zheng Yihang have a good relationship. So this child wouldn't be..."

Jiang Xinyue's face was starting to tense. She knew there were even harsher things to come. She pulled Zhong Yutong up, "Yutong, let's go."

But as soon as she took a step, she was stopped.

"Don't go! Take a few more pictures." As soon as the words were spoken, the cameras were pointed at Jiang Xinyue, and they kept pressing the shutter. Jiang Xinyue thought to herself, "I never thought I'd be in the entertainment newspaper one day. I wonder what they'll make up, but it'll definitely be related to Zheng Yihang."

At this moment, a voice came: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." The crowd stirred, and someone whispered a name. Jiang Xinyue was surprised to see Zheng Yihang push through the crowd, walk up the steps, and stand with them.

Jiang Xinyue and Zhong Yutong were both surprised by his appearance, and the reporters were visibly excited. Zheng Yihang looked at Jiang Xinyue and said, "Are you stupid? This isn't how you help someone. But I still thank you on Yutong's behalf; having you as a friend is worthwhile."

Jiang Xinyue was a little confused, not understanding what he meant. At that moment, Zheng Yihang made a very sudden move, pulling Zhong Yutong, who was standing next to Jiang Xinyue, into his arms. Jiang Xinyue's mouth gaped open in astonishment, while Zhong Yutong looked up at him, her face pale.

Zheng Yihang calmly said to the camera, "She aborted my child."

The crowd erupted in an uproar, raising microphones and recorders; they all realized a major news story was about to unfold.

Jiang Xinyue stared at Zheng Yihang, her mind almost blank, just staring at him blankly.

Zheng Yihang continued, "I'm the male protagonist in the sex scandal, and the child is mine too. I should have stood up sooner. I've wronged my woman. I apologize to her here. Everyone, please take your anger out on me, stop targeting her."

Jiang Xinyue noticed that Zhong Yutong was initially taken aback by Zheng Yihang's sudden actions, but when he said these words, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, which slowly slid down her pale cheeks. Zheng Yihang

turned around and gently wiped away Zhong Yutong's tears, softly saying, "Don't cry. You don't have to be afraid of anything from now on. I'll protect you." After saying that, he gently pulled Zhong Yutong into his arms.

The flashing lights captured their embrace forever.

Jiang Xinyue's nose tingled, and tears fell as well.

The farce ended, and Zheng Yihang took them back to Zhong Yutong's apartment. After settling Zhong Yutong down to sleep, the two finally had a chance to be alone.

"Why are you at the hospital?" Jiang Xinyue asked softly.

"To visit an elder," Zheng Yihang said briefly, then asked, "I heard you left the newspaper?"

Jiang Xinyue nodded: "I'm working at Qingcheng Group now."

Zheng Yihang's eyes flickered: "What do you do?"

"Um... assistant to the general manager."

"Yi Qingcheng's assistant?" Zheng Yihang asked again.

Jiang Xinyue looked up at Zheng Yihang and nodded again. At this moment, Zhong Yutong suddenly screamed and sat up. She grabbed Jiang Xinyue's arm tightly, her eyes flashing with a frantic light. She said incoherently, "Don't go to work for him! Don't go! Don't go!"

Jiang Xinyue was frightened. Her arm was tightly gripped and she couldn't move. Zheng Yihang came over and hugged Zhong Yutong. Zhong Yutong struggled like a madwoman, repeatedly saying the same thing. Zheng Yihang said to Jiang Xinyue, "Quickly check if there are any tranquilizers; she seems to have been traumatized."

Fortunately, Zhong Yutong had tranquilizers in her drawer; her emotions had been unstable since the photo scandal. Jiang Xinyue was about to give them to Zheng Yihang when she noticed a delicate little glass bottle in the corner of the drawer. The bottle contained a dozen or so strands of hair. Jiang Xinyue's intuition told her that it was a man's hair, and that this man must have been someone Zhong Yutong had once loved.

"Did you find it?" Zheng Yihang asked urgently.

"Oh," Jiang Xinyue replied, finally realizing what was happening.

After a while, the two gently closed the bedroom door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xinyue whispered, "She just had an abortion; she's very weak. I'll go buy a chicken and make her some soup to help her recover."

"Wait," Zheng Yihang said, pulling her hand. Jiang Xinyue turned around, and Zheng Yihang immediately let go of her.

"You're tired; go home and rest. I'll do these things," Zheng Yihang said calmly.

"Are you really sure?" Jiang Xinyue asked hesitantly, looking at him. She hadn't forgotten how much Zheng Yihang used to hate Zhong Yutong.

Zheng Yihang gave a light laugh: "Is there any other choice?"

Jiang Xinyue felt a pang of sadness. She knew that Zheng Yihang couldn't take back what he had said, even if it wasn't his responsibility, he would have to bear it from now on. She wanted to say something to thank him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Simply saying "thank you" was insignificant to Zheng Yihang now, because he had taken a huge risk because of Zhong Yutong. He could have had a smooth journey ahead, but now, his future was uncertain.

"Then I'll go back first, and come see her again in a few days." She said after a moment of silence.

"Xinyue." Zheng Yihang called her again, "Don't work at that company anymore."

"Why?"

"Yi Qingcheng is not a good person, and you saw Zhong Yutong's reaction. I'm wondering if the scandal might be related to him..."

"Impossible." Jiang Xinyue said decisively, feeling that her reaction was a bit too extreme, she softened her tone, "Okay, I'm going back. Don't worry, I'm just a small assistant, nothing will happen. I'll leave Yutong in your care for now, I'll call you tomorrow." After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked out of the room.

Chapter 095 Heart Removal

Pei Sen pushed open the door of Yi Qingcheng's office and walked in. He placed the tablet computer in front of Yi Qingcheng and double-clicked to open a video.

The background of the video was a hospital building. Jiang Xinyue, who looked even more frail than Zhong Yutong, protected Zhong Yutong behind her, like a mother hen protecting her chicks. She always exuded a kind of maternal and righteous power.

When the reporter hurled harsh words, Jiang Xinyue stepped forward in the face of the nearly collapsing Zhong Yutong. She actually shouted to the media that she was the one who had the abortion, telling the reporters not to mistake her for someone else.

She must have considered the consequences before saying those words. She was practically a public figure; many reporters present recognized her. Her words would undoubtedly draw public criticism, and she might even face a barrage of slander. Yet, she still stood up without hesitation, like a soldier facing a hail of bullets, shielding her comrade with her own body, protecting others from danger.

"What a silly girl," Yi Qingcheng said, his eyes gleaming with tenderness as he watched Jiang Xinyue intently in the video.

"I never expected her and Zhong Yutong to be so close. But even the best relationships have their limits. She should know what she should and shouldn't do," Pei Sen commented, his opinion similar to Yi Qingcheng's, but their tone and attitude were completely opposite.

Yi Qingcheng remained silent, his gaze still fixed on Jiang Xinyue, a strange smile playing on his lips that Pei Sen found odd. He had intended to use this video to help Yi Qingcheng see Jiang Xinyue's true character, but had it backfired?

"Isn't President Yi the one who hates meddlesome people the most?" Pei Sen probed.

"She's different," Yi Qingcheng replied curtly. He dragged the slider, and the video began to replay. When Jiang Xinyue fearlessly stood up and announced that she was the one who had the abortion, the smile in Yi Qingcheng's eyes deepened. He gently shook his head and said again, "Silly girl."

Only then did Pei Sen realize that "silly girl" wasn't a derogatory term. When a man used this term to describe a woman he was interested in, it was probably a synonym for cuteness.

“President Yi, Jiang Xinyue’s social connections are too complicated. Not only is she a family friend of Jiang Cheng, but she’s also so close to Zhong Yutong now. Who knows who else might be involved in the future? I always feel uneasy having her by your side

, President Yi. I think it’s better to be cautious.” Pei Sen brought up the old topic again. “We are always misled by the phenomena of reality and cannot see the essence of things.” Yi Qingcheng was always good-tempered and liked to use roundabout strategies to persuade others. “If she had no relationship with anyone, wouldn’t you say that this person is too unfathomable and too secretive? When you suspect someone, you will always find all sorts of excuses to deepen it. In fact, no matter who I put by my side, we will not trust them 100%, let alone someone with a strong personality like Jiang Xinyue. But only women with strong personalities can arouse men’s interest. However, even if she was sent to investigate me, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

Pei Sen frowned. He didn’t quite understand Yi Qingcheng’s words and felt that his words were contradictory.

“But what is President Yi’s purpose in keeping her by his side?” Is it just for a moment of pleasure? "There are plenty of women in the world, why choose the most dangerous one?"

"Her heart," Yi Qingcheng said confidently. "If a woman truly loves you, would she betray you just because she knows all your secrets?"

Pei Sen was stunned. A woman's heart—this was the only thing Yi Qingcheng hadn't needed in the past thirty years. With Yi Qingcheng's confidence, he must have assumed that once a woman fell in love with him, she would be devoted to him, just like the women before him. Only then did he feel disgust and disdain for their love, keeping them around merely to satisfy his physical needs. Once emotions were involved, he would coldly sever the relationship.

But now, at thirty, had Yi Qingcheng finally met this woman? The sincerity those women had eagerly offered, which he had discarded like trash, had become a treasure only in this woman, something he wanted to explore and possess for the first time. And the woman who had given him this thought, Pei Sen thought, was most likely the one he couldn't escape.

Jiang Xinyue visited Zhong Yutong again the next day. Zhong Yutong remained very depressed; an abortion is a devastating blow for any woman, especially considering how deeply she had loved that man, and how he had hurt her so cruelly.

When Jiang Xinyue arrived, Zhong Yutong was asleep. She quietly asked Zheng Yihang about her situation. Zheng Yihang's actions deeply moved her. At a time when Zhong Yutong needed help the most, he, who was usually at odds with her, didn't take advantage of her misfortune but instead shouldered all the responsibility.

Zheng Yihang said that Zhong Yutong often woke up from nightmares, and he hadn't slept much all night. As they were talking, Zhong Yutong seemed to be having another nightmare. She suddenly sat up, screaming and struggling in pain. Jiang Xinyue rushed over and held her, trying to comfort her, but it was no use. Zheng Yihang pulled her away.

His voice was like soothing a child, and strangely, as soon as he spoke, Zhong Yutong's emotions calmed down. She opened her eyes, glanced at him, and then quietly rested her head in his arms. Zheng Yihang softly spoke comforting words, while Zhong Yutong kept her eyes tightly closed, like a little girl nestled in her father's arms, and quietly fell asleep.

Seeing Zheng Yihang's patient demeanor and watching the peacefully sleeping Zhong Yutong, Jiang Xinyue felt a pang of emotion. She quietly left the room.

When Zheng Yihang left the room, his assistant said that Jiang Xinyue had already left. Zheng Yihang's eyes dimmed, and he leaned gently against the wall.

Chapter 096 Tragic Transformation into a Stripper

Jiang Xinyue felt that Jiang Diaokai wasn't as indifferent as he appeared. He was sometimes quite attentive, and very prone to jealousy, anger, and showing off. He would even seize any opportunity to blackmail her.

The dress Yi Qingcheng gave Jiang Xinyue at the dinner party was hung at the very back of her wardrobe, partly because it was expensive, and partly because she knew she wouldn't have many more opportunities to wear it. She wasn't worried about Jiang Diaokai finding out, because given his personality, he rarely paid attention to such things.

But Jiang Xinyue was far too careless; she forgot the saying, "Walls have ears." That day, after breakfast, she went back to her room to change before going to work. Although Jiang Diaokai slept in her room every night, they usually went back to their own bedrooms to change after dinner—one to work, the other to school. But that day, for some reason, Jiang Diaokai followed her.

Jiang Xinyue was conservative by nature; even when they were intimate at night, she was still reserved at other times, especially in front of Jiang Diaokai. She always felt that everything was improper and awkward.

She urged Jiang Diaokai to go back to his room, not wanting him to see her clothes. But Jiang Diaokai wouldn't listen to her, especially after they had been intimate; he no longer took her stern lectures seriously. No matter what she said, he just stood there by the door, unmoving.

With work time fast approaching, Jiang Xinyue had no choice but to turn her back and take off her clothes. However, there was a mirror taller than a person on the wall next to the wardrobe. She was just fooling herself, because Jiang Diao could easily see her entire body naked in the mirror.

She was naked under her pajamas. Although he had seen her like this countless times, that was in bed, and this was a completely different occasion with no romantic atmosphere. As she put on her underwear and bra, her face flushed, and she dared not look around, for if she did, she would see Jiang Diaokai in the mirror, standing lazily with his arms crossed like a small leopard, his deep eyes beneath his thick brows seeming to bore a hole through her. Just

as she was fastening her bra, Jiang Diaokai's eyes flashed, and he strode towards her. He had woken her at five this morning, his burning desire consuming her for over an hour. And now… Jiang! A panic gripped Yue's heart. Forgetting to fasten the bra, she instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest. In truth, he had already seen everything; her action was unnecessary. It was merely a psychological defense and resistance.

But Jiang Diaokai walked past her to the wardrobe, reached in, grabbed a dress, and held it out to her. Jiang Xinyue looked up and nearly died of regret. She hadn't expected Jiang Diaokai to have such sharp eyes; he could spot the dress even though it was hidden deep inside!

Given Jiang Xinyue's frugal nature, she certainly couldn't have bought the dress herself. He asked where the dress came from, and Jiang Xinyue stammered. She had never been good at lying, and finally had to tell the truth.

Jiang Diaokai didn't know that Jiang Xinyue was Yi Qingcheng's personal assistant. Because she was always punctual for work, he assumed she was just an ordinary employee at Qingcheng Company. Jiang Diaokai asked her why Yi Qingcheng had taken her to the banquet (she didn't dare tell him it was just a private dinner), and why he had bought her clothes. Jiang Xinyue said that the banquet required female companions, and usually Yi Qingcheng's secretary would accompany her. But that time, the secretary happened to have taken a day off, and everyone else was busy, so the supervisor temporarily assigned her. Because the situation was sudden and her clothes were unsuitable, Yi Qingcheng sent someone to buy her a dress.

With the truth as cover, her words were more convincing, finally convincing Jiang Diaokai. However, Jiang Diaokai was still very unhappy, warning her that she was forbidden from accompanying the boss to any activities in the future and from accepting gifts from other men. He also added a condition: Jiang Xinyue had to accompany him on a picnic this weekend.

Of course, the picnic wouldn't just be the two of them. Jiang Xinyue had always disliked group activities because she knew her relationship with Jiang Diaokai was not aboveboard, and besides, Nangong Ji would definitely be among the members. But Jiang Diaokai was the opposite; he seemed to enjoy bringing her along on "group activities," and would unconsciously display his ownership and control over her from time to time. And Jiang Diaokai was very clever; he knew how to subtly coerce her, forcing her to do things he wanted.

Lingshan was a famous scenic spot on the outskirts of City A, with mountains, water, hot springs, and beautiful scenery. You could simply go hiking, or if you were more interested, you could go camping. At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, the Ling River flows gently, its banks surrounded by flat, shrub-covered terrain. The scenic area has divided this area into several sections, allowing visitors to choose one and set up camp undisturbed, offering a tranquil and serene retreat.

Jiang Xinyue and her friends first chose a good spot, put down their gear, and set off to climb Lingshan. It was their first time hiking together, and they were all excited, chatting and laughing along the way without feeling tired. Near the summit, the terrain became more challenging, with a jagged boulder, more than half a person's height, blocking their path. A thin stream flowed down the boulder, joining the Ling River. The boulder was covered in moss, making it slippery and wet, and difficult to climb. However,

the boys, with their athletic abilities and long arms and legs, climbed it effortlessly. Jiang Xinyue and Bao Xiaoyue struggled a bit. Bao Xiaoyue was pulled up first, and as soon as she got up, she exclaimed that there was a spring ahead. Jiang Diaokai and Gao Zhao, driven by curiosity, ran over to check, leaving only Nangong Ji.

The spot where he squatted was precarious; one wrong step and he would slip, making everyone on the edge of their seats. He stretched out his hands to Jiang Xinyue, his long, narrow, pale eyes looking down at her. To others, it was just an ordinary act of assistance, an ordinary gaze, but Jiang Xinyue felt as if thorns had sprouted down her spine.

When she worked at the newspaper, her schedule was more flexible, and Nangong Ji usually saw her once a week or two. Sometimes, when Jiang Diaokai organized events at home, they would have more opportunities to meet. His car would usually be parked not far from the newspaper office, and after she got in, he would drive to a secluded spot nearby. He would make love to her in the car, usually for about an hour, and even if he wasn't completely satisfied, he would still drive her home.

But after she got a new job, there was no more time for their "secret rendezvous." He hadn't touched her in a long time, and since Jiang Diaokai and his group's main "base" was still Huayu, they only occasionally met at home, so they hadn't even seen each other for almost a month.

She didn't want to give him her hand, but she needed help to get up there. She couldn't just yell for Jiang Diaokai or another boy to "rescue" her, because that would seem too exaggerated and suspicious. She had no other choice but to offer her hand.

Jiang Xinyue was athletically challenged and rarely had the opportunity to exercise due to her busy work schedule, so this time it was very difficult. Nangong Ji practically carried her up, and her face turned completely red when he put her down. The people who were looking after the spring ran back, and she immediately pushed his arm away, but her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Fortunately, everyone was excitedly discussing the spring and didn't notice her. Bao Xiaoyue even showed Nangong Ji a newly collected bottle of spring water. Although Lingshan was nearby, none of them had ever been there, although they had visited many famous historical sites in the distance. People are often like this, always overlooking the scenery around them.

After climbing to the top of the mountain and taking some photos, they took the cable car down and headed straight for their chosen area. Once down, they realized they were starving. They first chose a clean spot, spread a table on a flat rock embedded in the ground, and took out the various foods they had brought, indulging in a hearty meal.

After their meal, they enthusiastically began setting up their tents. They had brought three tents: one for Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diaokai, one for Bao Dalong and Bao Xiaoyue, and one for Nangong Ji and Gao Zhao. However, the actual situation was up to them; it was estimated that Nangong Ji would be "alone in his tent" for the first half of the night, or even the entire night.

Night slowly fell, the mountain air was exceptionally fresh, the night sky was clear, and the stars shone brightly—a sight rarely seen in the city. Jiang Xinyue looked at the stars for a while before crawling into her tent to sleep.

She climbed into her sleeping bag without taking off her clothes, and Jiang Diaokai followed suit. The two lay flat on their backs, chatting idly for a while, until Jiang Xinyue started to feel drowsy. After a long silence, Jiang Diaokai suddenly said "Hi."

"Hmm?" Jiang Xinyue responded vaguely. The "Hi" chased away half of her drowsiness. Seeing that Jiang Diaokai didn't say anything more, she turned her head, but as soon as she turned, Jiang Diaokai covered her mouth with his, and he flipped over and straddled her. Chapter

097 Outdoor Encounters

Jiang Diaokai straddled her like a man riding his most beloved steed. He was already strong and muscular, and now his entire weight was on her, causing Jiang Xinyue's lower abdomen to rise and fall rapidly, while his hardness pressed tightly against her sensitive spot. Before she could react, his hand had already reached inside her shirt and was tearing down her bra.

"What are you doing? You're crushing me, get off me." She grabbed his hand, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Jiang Diaokai, his piercing eyes beneath his thick eyebrows, stared wickedly at her shy yet charming face. He gave a soft "hmm," but only stepped back slightly, sitting on her pelvis. The boy's firm buttocks moved gently, his engorged member pressing against her soft spot through her clothes. He breathed heavily, arousing a wave of pleasure from the friction, and she couldn't help but shudder.

His movements were a little rough; the straps of her bra dug into her flesh, and he pulled at them restlessly.

"No, we're in the wild, we haven't even showered, we're filthy," Jiang Xinyue pushed him away. At home, she always prepared herself, and washing her body was a must.

"I'll just kiss you here," Jiang Diaokai said, pointing to her breasts. "Let me kiss you, don't move, or I'll do something inappropriate."

Jiang Xinyue knew his desire was ignited, and if she didn't agree, he would probably torment her to death all night. Seeing his words, she had no choice but to lower her arms and obediently lie there.

Jiang Diao couldn't open her bra, so he pushed her top and bra up all at once, revealing her two white and tender breasts. He groped them, squeezing the two elastic mounds of soft flesh with both hands while hungrily sucking on her nipples. He was very strong, and the nipples made a "smacking" sound as he sucked on them. The

almost naked upper body made Jiang Xinyue feel a slight coolness, but her breasts felt hot and painful because they were being played with by the boy's large hands. The slowly swollen nipples were also being sucked in his hot, wet mouth. He wickedly sucked on them and slapped them quickly with his tongue, making them swell like sponges.

She could see her large, dark hands enveloping her high, white breasts, shaping them into various forms. His head was buried between her breasts, tirelessly playing with her nipples.

She could only lie there awkwardly, watching him revel in his caresses of her bare breasts, feeling incredibly embarrassed, and turned her head away. His warm, wet mouth squeezed and sucked, causing her a slight pain, while waves of tingling sensations traveled from her nipples to her cerebral cortex, miraculously flowing downwards, converging at that soft spot. Her dormant desire was gradually awakened, her body involuntarily twitching slightly, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Jiang Diaokai's hands slid down the delicate curves of her waist, pulling down the soft fabric of her trousers.

"No!" Jiang Xinyue cried out, grabbing his restless hands. She arched her back slightly, yelling at him in exasperation, "Didn't you say you'd only kiss the top?" Realizing her words were suggestive, her face flushed.

In her haste, she didn't notice her own appearance; her pink nipples, glistening with his saliva, stood erect on her snowy peaks, her two tender breasts trembling with her breath. The scene was undeniably erotic. Jiang Diao's gaze lingered on her chest. Seeing that his attention seemed completely off what she was saying, and as his gaze moved downwards, she gasped and tried to cover her chest with her arms. But it was too late.

He pounced on her like a lion, his strong chest pressing tightly against her breasts, his mouth sealing her lips, his tongue shamelessly venturing inside.

"Ugh...ugh...mmm..." She pounded on him, but was overwhelmed by his kisses. He pressed her down, kissing her, while slightly raising his lower body, tearing at her trousers with one hand. She kicked him in resistance, but was no match for him. He stripped off all her clothes from below and pinned her down again.

He started pulling down his own trousers, pressing one hand against her chest to restrain her.

"No, Kai, we haven't showered, it's really dirty, very unhygienic," Jiang Xinyue said anxiously.

"It's not dirty, as long as it's yours, it's clean everywhere." He pulled down his trousers, his thick, hot penis slapping against her thigh. He lay on top of her, spreading her legs and pulling them down towards him.

"No...don't...ugh..." She couldn't break free, protesting incessantly. She now realized that a man's words at this moment were never to be trusted; you should never believe the lie that he'd sleep with you but wouldn't touch you.

"Ah..." With a heavy thrust, he penetrated her body, filling her lower body completely. Because they were in a sleeping bag, his body was low, his hands supporting him on either side of her body. He looked at her face, observing her reaction as he entered her.

"It's wet inside," he said softly, giving her a wicked look. Her face flushed slightly. He slowly withdrew a little before thrusting in again. Her breasts trembled, and her body was pushed back a little by his impact.

"Ah..." A tingling sensation ran through her lower body, and his penis was wreaking havoc in her most tender and private place. His eyes, however, were fixed on her small face and her breasts, which he was making tremble. She dared not look at him; she always felt embarrassed when they made love like this.

His movements became faster and wilder. Because it was their first time doing it outdoors, Jiang Diaokai was undoubtedly particularly excited. He was never gentle to begin with, and now he became even more unrestrained.

"Is it good?" he asked while rapidly thrusting into her.

"Mmm...mmm..." Her face turned slightly to one side, flushed crimson. Each time he entered her, she would cry out, a sound that was a mixture of pain, sobbing, and moaning.

"Say it," he urged, his strong hips thrusting forward forcefully, penetrating her tender opening deeply, again and again, fast and hard.

"Ah...ah..." she cried out, "No...too fast, A-Kai...slower...ah..." Since they had become intimate, she had become less and less like an elder, especially during lovemaking, when he was more like a dominant man.

The intense sex made the tent sway gently, and Jiang Xinyue's moans escaped from inside. The tents weren't very close together, so their lovemaking shouldn't have been heard by others, but they didn't expect two figures lurking outside the tent, their ears pressed tightly against their tent.

"A-Kai is too fierce, sister is almost being fucked to death by him." From the beginning of their flirting until now, Bao Dalong had been listening with a tingling, numbing sensation.

“I like her. She has an innocent appearance, but she’s incredibly horny inside.” Gao Zhao gripped his swollen crotch while masturbating, listening to Jiang Xinyue’s moans.

“How can you be so shameless? One moan from her makes you so thirsty. Have you never seen a woman before?” Bao Xiaoyue’s voice came from outside the tent, where there was a commotion and sounds of fighting.

“There are people outside.” Jiang Xinyue was shocked. She realized how embarrassing her behavior had been. She told Jiang Diaokai to stop, but Jiang Diaokai was at his most urgent moment. She was also already weak and numb from his penetration, about to reach orgasm. Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, unwilling to separate.

“Ignore him.” Jiang Diaokai supported himself with one hand on the ground and played with her breasts with the other, his lower body movements not stopping.

"No...they're right outside..." She had no control whatsoever; nothing she said mattered. She could only bite her lip tightly, but Jiang Diaokai was too vigorous, and the pleasure too intense. When the climax came, she couldn't help but moan, her lower body contracting repeatedly. Jiang Diaokai, squeezed by her tightness, ejaculated.

Nangong Ji heard the commotion and came out of the tent. He saw that Bao Xiaoyue, Bao Dalong, and Gao Zhao were fighting, and he didn't know who was hitting whom. Hearing their insults, he slowly understood what was going on. He went over to mediate, but then he heard the sounds of lovemaking from inside the tent; Jiang Xinyue's seductive moans came from the cracks in the tent.

Jiang Diaokai withdrew his penis, which was covered in her bodily fluids. He was fully clothed, only his large penis was exposed, while she was almost naked, her snow-white body convulsing slightly. His semen dripped between her legs, and her nipples remained hard and erect. He couldn't help but lower his head and take it in his mouth. Jiang Xinyue pushed his head

away, covered her face with her hands, and told him to go out and see. She had heard Bao Dalong, Gao Zhao, and Bao Xiaoyue arguing. Bao Xiaoyue's angry, crying voice and the veiled accusations directed at her made her panic and even more ashamed to go out and see them again.

"It's okay, I'll go out and teach them a lesson." Jiang Diaokai said, showing her his swollen penis. "Look, after fucking for so long, it's like you haven't had any."

Jiang Xinyue turned her head away, but Jiang Diaokai turned her face back and pressed his body against hers.

"What are you doing? You!" Jiang Xinyue pushed him away, but he still got his way. Jiang Diaokai inserted his thick penis into her mouth and rubbed it back and forth. The sticky substance on the pillar was fed into Jiang Xinyue's mouth.

After he released her, she could only gasp for breath, while Jiang Diaokai leisurely pulled up his trousers, covered her naked body with his coat, and walked out of the tent.

"You dare to eavesdrop on my conversation? You don't want to live, do you?" Jiang Diaokai rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

"You can't even stand listening? Weren't you all there when you were doing it with Bao Xiaoyang?" Gao Zhao said indignantly.

“Yeah…” Bao Dalong chimed in. Jiang Diaokai waved his hand, and Bao Dalong ducked his head and ran away. Gao Zhao, seeing Jiang Diaokai's aggressive approach, knew he couldn't fight him head-on, so he also ran in the opposite direction from Bao Dalong.

“Damn it…” Jiang Diaokai cursed as he chased after him. It was Nangong Ji who persuaded them to separate them. Jiang Diaokai was just trying to scare them and give Jiang Xinyue an explanation; he wasn't really going to fight, just trying to break up the fight.

However, Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong did get some bruises on their lips. Seeing Jiang Diaokai come out, Bao Xiaoyue hid in the tent and cried. Nangong Ji pulled Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong away from the scene, saying with a hint of exasperation, "You two, what's wrong with you? You've changed your ways."

"That's an exaggeration," Gao Zhao retorted, annoyed. "What did we do? We were just listening! When we were with Bao Xiaoyang, you not only listened but also watched. Why can't he even listen?"

"Yeah, I've never hidden anything. I'm willing to share my sister with everyone, it's just that you two don't like her," Bao Dalong chimed in.

Nangong Ji listened without speaking, his mind wandering.

"This is the first time I've seen a woman who looks as elegant as the moon, yet is so seductive at heart. Naturally, I'm captivated. In the past, what kind of woman wouldn't the four of us go for together? Now that it's my turn, he's hogging her."

"Yeah, when will he get tired of her and it'll be my turn? I'm going crazy with desire," Bao Dalong said, making no attempt to hide his lust.

"You two, don't talk nonsense." Nangong Ji's expression turned serious. "How can she be compared to those women? I'm telling you, don't even think about hitting on her, or I won't let you off the hook." ( Chapter 98, Water Torture,

June 3rd) The next day, the group went to the Crystal Palace hot springs at the foot of Ling Mountain. They booked a VIP room with a medium-sized pool where men and women could bathe together. Jiang Xinyue was a bit slow; by the time she came out after changing, the others were already in the water. Bao Xiaoyue was the only girl in the hot spring pool, and she stood out conspicuously against the backdrop of several tall, strong boys. Bao Xiaoyue seemed to realize this as well. Unlike her usual overly active self, she slightly tilted her chin up, gently scooping water from the pool and pouring it over herself, appearing quite reserved, but secretly plotting to attract the boys' attention. However, as soon as Jiang Xinyue came out of the changing room, all the boys' eyes were on her. Jiang Diao's gaze was filled with intense possessiveness and a hint of wickedness, while Nangong Ji's gaze was gentle yet subtly decisive. Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong's gazes were even more direct, almost piercing into Jiang Xinyue's flesh. Jiang Xinyue was startled by the boys' stares, wondering if her swimsuit was inappropriate. She quickly checked herself but found nothing wrong. Bao Xiaoyue also stared at Jiang Xinyue, but the meaning in her gaze was quite different from the boys'. Wearing a brightly colored swimsuit, Jiang Xinyue's skin appeared even more dazzling; her fair complexion alone was enough to make her stand out from the crowd, not to mention her well-proportioned figure and pleasing face. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she possessed an indescribable charm. Especially noticeable was her full, rounded breasts, encased in the tight swimsuit; the curves of her chest seemed even more beautiful than before… Seeing the predatory gazes of Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong on Jiang Xinyue, Bao Xiaoyue cursed under her breath and bit her lower lip tightly. Jiang Xinyue's face flushed slightly. It was the first time she'd been dressed so scantily and in such a crowded space with so many men. After getting into the water, she went straight to Jiang Diaokai, who pulled her into his arms. The hot spring water was warm and comforting; soaking in it seemed to wash away any lingering fatigue from the previous day. At first, everyone chatted and laughed, but gradually Jiang Diaokai's hands became restless, sliding down her waist and gently caressing her firm, round buttocks. In fact, anyone could see their actions underwater. Jiang Xinyue tried to push his hand away and whispered, "Don't do that..." but Jiang Diaokai grabbed her hand instead, giving her buttocks a wicked pinch. Jiang Xinyue quickly leaned against the pool wall behind her, which provided some cover. She couldn't speak out loud, and Jiang Diaokai pretended not to hear, his large hand continuing to caress her shapely buttocks, without making any further moves. Otherwise, Jiang Xinyue definitely wouldn't have been able to stay there any longer. After chatting for a while, the boys started telling dirty jokes. At first, Jiang Xinyue didn't realize they were dirty jokes and listened attentively, but later she realized what they meant and blushed furiously. Bao Xiaoyue, on the other hand, was used to them and wasn't bothered at all; in fact, she knew several dirty jokes herself. Seeing Jiang Xinyue's embarrassment, the boys became even more enthusiastic. Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong were the most explicit, using vulgar words like "fuck," "cunt," and "penis." Nangong Ji and Jiang Diaokai wouldn't be so unrefined in public, but their dirty jokes, while seemingly normal at first, became increasingly wicked upon reflection. Although Jiang Xinyue didn't look much older than them, she was actually much older. Whether it was a generation gap or simply a difference in thinking, Jiang Xinyue always felt awkward around Jiang Diaokai and his friends because her generation couldn't keep up with the open-mindedness of Jiang Diaokai's generation. Fortunately, Gao Zhao returned shortly after going out and said he had run into a friend at the hot spring resort. The top floor of the resort had a full set of fitness facilities, and his friend invited them to play basketball, wanting to have a mini basketball game. Upon hearing about the game, the boys, naturally energetic, immediately became excited. Jiang Diaokai naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, but he insisted that Jiang Xinyue accompany him, saying he would play with more energy with her there. Jiang Xinyue didn't want to stay with these talkative boys any longer, so she said she was a little tired and wanted to soak a little longer before going up to find them. Jiang Diaokai, seeing her expression and remembering how much he had exhausted her the night before, didn't force her. The hot spring room suddenly quieted down. Jiang Xinyue relaxed against the pool wall, slowly becoming drowsy. Suddenly, as if sensing something, she jolted awake and opened her eyes. To her astonishment, she found Nangong Ji standing by the pool in a white bathrobe, smiling at her. She instinctively shifted back, her arms forming a defensive stance. "You... why are you back?" Nangong Ji didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly stepped into the pool. His clothes quickly became soaked and clung tightly to his body, revealing his well-built physique. "You..." Jiang Xinyue had nowhere to retreat. His gaze, fixed on her, slowly grew timid. Even though she knew what he was going to do, she still asked stubbornly, "What are you doing?" He wouldn't tell her what he was going to do; his actions were enough. He stood before her, half-submerged in the water, looking down at her. Her body, wrapped in a thin fabric, her firm and full breasts... His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked up at her, asking, "How long has it been since we last saw each other?" Jiang Xinyue hadn't expected him to ask that. She glanced at him in surprise, then thought for a moment and said, "More than half a month, I think..." "A full twenty days," Nangong Ji said with a smirk. "Do you know how long it's been since I touched you?" His voice was slightly hoarse. Jiang Xinyue avoided his gaze. "I don't know." "Forty-two days," Nangong Ji uttered softly. "I haven't touched you for forty-two days. You ask why I came back? Don't you know the reason? I'm here to ask for my compensation..." "No..." Jiang Xinyue dodged his hand. "We've been too busy lately, so... But not today. If they find you're missing, they'll have bad associations, and A-Kai could come back at any time. What if he sees..."

Nangong Ji grabbed her shoulders and held her steady: "I received a call from the company when I left. I told them I was going back to handle some business, and they won't suspect I came to see you. If you don't listen and prolong the time, we might really run into someone." His hands slowly pulled open her swimsuit. Jiang Xinyue's body trembled slightly under his fingers, but she was powerless to resist. From the very first time, she had surrendered, becoming his prey in his cage, allowing him to meticulously butcher her piece by piece.

He stripped her naked, while he himself remained fully clothed. His gaze slid down from her chest, her body reflecting the water's shimmer, like a pure white, delicate, and ethereal lotus flower.

The hot spring room was designed with great "human touch," with several leather beds along the pool edge for couples to make love, some leaning against the pool wall, others lying across the edge, all with very bold and innovative designs.

Nangong Ji lifted her and placed her on the sloping leather bed by the pool wall. He spread her legs into a W shape and pressed them against her breasts. The sudden chill from the warm water caused her nipples to stand erect, like delicate buds blooming alluringly before the man.

Her body was folded up, her rosy genitals fully exposed to the young man's eyes. His light-black eyes were fixed on her lower body, reveling in the visual impact. His eyes could rape her; those dark eyes clearly held two small flames, igniting a hidden spark within her, which traveled along the narrow passage of her lower body into her womb, bursting forth with heat that radiated throughout her body.

Being stared at like this by a man for so long was hardly a comfortable feeling. But apart from her arms and neck, her whole body felt like it was being suppressed by him. She protested softly, her voice filled with shame: "Don't look, please, don't look..."

"Don't you want me to look? Haven't other people seen it? Kai, my dad, or other men? I don't believe they wouldn't have seen it..." He stared into her eyes, as if searching for answers within them. She avoided his gaze. Why did he always say these things to provoke her? These were the things she hated to hear the most. Whether forced or voluntary, ever since she had relations with Kai and him, she always felt that her body had become worthless.

His index and middle fingers carefully spread apart the two labia, searching for that little fleshy hole. It was hidden deep inside, but because of his pulling, it opened slightly, like a pink little mouth, and the tender red flesh inside could be seen.

Jiang Xinyue let out a soft, embarrassed cry. She struggled slightly, but he released her legs, pressing down on her upper body. His long, slender fingers leisurely played with her breasts, tracing their shape and slowly circling her areolas. Her lower abdomen contracted, and her chest heaved.

He breathed softly into her ear, "Your little hole is so tender and tight. I never imagined such a tender hole had been fucked by so many men. You've been with my dad for many years, haven't you? I wonder how many times he's fucked you. And you, even more so. I bet he fucks you countless times a day. In the forty-two days I haven't touched you, he's fucked you every single day, hasn't he? He probably wants to fuck your little hole raw, doesn't he?"

"Say it!" he forced her.

"Do whatever you want, just stop forcing me," Jiang Xinyue said, looking at him painfully.

“This is something I should know, isn’t it? Besides, it’s my right to flirt with my woman however I want, and you shouldn’t take that away from me. You won’t tell me? Then let’s just wait like this, and we’ll wait together for Kai to come in.”

“Don’t do this…” Jiang Xinyue was truly on the verge of tears.

“Then tell me, does Kai fuck you every day?” Nangong Ji asked gently, but there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

“Mmm…”

“Louder, I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes…”

“When he fucks you, do you ever think of me?”

A look of panic flashed across Jiang Xinyue’s eyes, which the young man caught, and he pressed, “Did you?”

“Yes…”

He felt somewhat at peace, and his gaze moved down to her breasts: “How come they’re already hard even before I’ve touched them?” He moved his hand over and gently rubbed and rotated the tip of her nipple with his fingertips, then opened his mouth and sucked on one of them.

Her nipple became even more swollen and hard, and waves of tingling sensation spread from her chest all the way down to her lower body, and a wet, sticky liquid seeped from her tender red opening.

"Mmm...mmm..." She pushed his head away, but his lips and tongue were too hot, his fingers too wicked. He sucked and rubbed her until she felt numb, that pleasurable tingling caused her lower body to react directly. Although she resisted in her mind, her body had already betrayed her.

And she had never disliked him, and had even developed feelings for him, so this mature female body could directly overcome the psychological barrier and react physiologically to his teasing. This also indirectly proved that he was definitely not someone she disliked, even though he had done many things to her that he shouldn't have.

Chapter 099 The Evil Double Torture

His slender middle finger had already touched the wetness between her legs, and he gently rubbed it with the stickiness between his fingers, rubbing out her unique body fragrance, and moved his finger to his nose to inhale deeply, capturing that faint fragrance.

"So this is what a woman's nectar smells like." He said, putting his middle finger, stained with her bodily fluids, into his mouth. He was young, with full lips, plump skin, and long, slender fingers; the way he sucked was incredibly alluring.

His gentle eyes gazed at the naked woman lying on the sloping leather bed. Her innocent eyes, her cheeks flushed an unnatural blush, her snow-white breasts appearing like two large, about-to-fall water droplets due to the angle, her legs spread in a W shape, her delicate red clitoris already wet with nectar.

"Come, taste yourself." He moved his saliva-covered middle finger to her lips. She turned her head away, and he gently scolded, "Naughty, be good, open your mouth. We don't have time to waste, do we?"

"Mmm..." she hummed softly, her lips easily parted by his middle finger. He wickedly probed inside, teasing and twisting, and when he withdrew it from her mouth, his middle finger was dripping wet.

He parted the petals and inserted his wet middle finger directly into her opening. The little hole, which had just been manipulated by a man yesterday, was already unusually tight. When he entered, her lower body lifted and gripped him tightly. The tip of his finger felt the resistance as he pushed aside layers of tender flesh. Once his finger was fully inside, those soft layers of flesh felt like a thousand tiny mouths

, sucking him in tightly. The sensation inside was like a womb—warm and moist. The difference was that a womb is filled with amniotic fluid, while her little hole was full of slippery nectar. He pressed down on her legs and thrust his finger in and out rapidly, controlling the force. The outer walls of his finger rubbed against her flesh, allowing the pleasure to slowly build without being too intense. She only gently bit her lip, not making a sound, but the fluid below increased, being drawn out by his finger and covering the petals.

She was so tight down there; with him, she was always in a state of tension, never relaxing. This made him even more wicked. Men like pure women, but they like even more pure women who are only wanton in front of them.

Because of her tightness, a single finger could bring her immense pleasure and orgasm. But he didn't. He wasn't satisfied. As she tightened further, squeezing him more and more, he withdrew his finger.

Seeing the honeyed fluid flowing from her tender, red opening, she nervously rubbed her long legs together, her breasts trembling slightly. Her lower body, violated and filled by his fingers, must have felt incredibly empty, desperately needing a man's penetration, to be brutally manipulated. But she wouldn't ask him to have her; she would only suppress her desire. Her body trembled slightly, her face flushed even more from the torment of desire.

Nangong Ji pulled open the hem of his robe, releasing his swollen desire. His penis was thick, long, and a beautiful color.

He spread her twisted legs and pressed upwards, pressing against her breasts. Her eyes widened, looking at him with fear. He grasped his penis and brought it close to her entrance. The moment he touched it, the glans was covered in her fluids. Before he even moved, before he even entered, her body was already trembling.

The small, fleshy opening disappeared again in a moment. He gripped his thick, hard penis and slowly pushed it in. The tender flesh was parted little by little, scraping against his tip, waves of pleasure surging up.

"Too tight," he panted, watching the tiny opening being stretched open by his large penis, slowly swallowing him.

"Mmm...mmm..." she moaned softly, arching her back slightly as the man entered her. The intense feeling of fullness after emptiness washed over her. The

enormous glans filled her opening, like a small snake swallowing an egg many times its own size. The cramped pressure, the tight and scorching pleasure, was something only the experience could truly understand. He gripped the shaft and thrust upwards with force. With a "pop," his penis sprang out of her opening, rising upwards. The immense friction made both of them gasp deeply.

He gripped her penis, rubbing it against her tender flesh, pressing the glans against her clitoris and grinding it—the most sensitive spot for a woman, especially since he was using his precious treasure. She couldn't take it anymore; she began to convulse and writhe.

"No...no more...don't touch there..." The feeling was overwhelming, both stimulating and painful. When her convulsions were at their worst, he slid down her slit, "!" and plunged into her slightly opened vaginal opening, the glans popping out with a "pop."

"Ah...ah..." Her lower abdomen heaved violently from his touch, her chest heaved, her vagina trembled and contracted, yearning for more, her body moaning in emptiness at its deepest point.

Nangong Ji was truly a master of seduction; even chaste and virtuous women would turn into wanton women in his hands. She had never felt such a need for a man, a need for a man to penetrate her so deeply, to reach the very depths, to unleash her profound desire. But reason held her back, leaving her tormented by the overwhelming tide of desire.

Nangong Ji, too, suppressed his desires. He longed even more than she did to thrust in hard, to pound into her, to gain the greatest pleasure from friction and penetration.

But he wanted to see the innocent little rabbit transform into a wanton slut, to see her beg him to fuck her.

Her snow-white body rose and fell, her moist lips turned dry and pinkish-white, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy. She herself didn't realize it, but he knew it was the result of unfulfilled desires aroused by a man's teasing. Yet she remained defiant, refusing to beg him. How could he begin his journey to break the ice?

Sitting on her undulating waist, his entire penis swaying between her breasts, he cruelly gripped the shaft, playing with her nipples with the wet, greasy glans. Her body convulsed with passion, a sensation even more intense than when he touched her with his hands. She grasped his incessantly rubbing penis.

"Don't move... um..." But when she realized what she was holding, her face changed, and she tried to let go, but it was too late. He wrapped her hand around his, forcing her to hold it.

"What are you holding? Tell me..." he coaxed her.

She shook her head, resisting to answer. As her fingers moved erratically, she noticed that the thing in her hand was becoming more swollen, and she was so frightened that she dared not move.

"What is it? What do you call it?" He smiled and continued to ask, "What's there to be ashamed of? From the day we made love, you can say anything to me, no matter how vulgar, it doesn't matter. I love to hear it. Tell me, or I'll wait until A-Kai comes and we'll ask him, okay?"

"No, I don't want to say, Ji, don't force me..."

"I'm not forcing you. Tell me whenever you want. You know I have enough patience..." He smiled at her, pulling her hand and letting him stroke it.

"...penis..." she managed to utter, her face flushed crimson. The "elder" Jiang Xinyue of the past had vanished; now she was merely his little white rabbit, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"No, continue..." He felt a surge of pleasure upon hearing that word from her, yet he still tormented her. One hand forced her to continue stroking, while the other grasped her round, beautiful breasts. From her moans, it was clear her body was extremely thirsty. He wasn't in a hurry, but he subjected her to double torment, leaving her hungry without providing sustenance, while a third party could disrupt the scene at any moment.

"...penis..." So painful... Every movement of his fingers caused more saliva to flow between her legs. Having tasted desire for the first time, she realized that those two places were intimately connected. Her mind had become dull, and reason had retreated to a corner.

“A penis? Ha…” Nangong Ji laughed. “Indeed, it’s a big penis, like a sausage, but thicker than a sausage, right? That’s not the answer I’m looking for. To be even more vulgar, I want to hear you say it. Need a hint? By the way, did your parents ever buy you a chick as a pet when you were little?” He asked, his fingers becoming even more unrestrained, his mouth moving towards her.

His penis slipped from her fingers, pressing against her wet lower body, but not penetrating. Her whole body trembled.

“Cock…penis…” Her voice was hoarse. After saying that, she burst into tears. He had really abused her terribly.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she suppressed her sobs, her eyes reddening.

“Why are you crying? Be good, don’t cry.” He wiped her tears, a slight smile curving his lips. The tip of his penis had already slightly parted her labia. She inhaled, her body trembling even more violently.

“That sounds nice. Say it again, what’s that thing pressing against you now called?” He smiled as he caressed her face, shamelessly continuing to ask.

Chapter 100 Honey Pot and Dates

"Ah...woo..." she sobbed softly, while his large member had already slightly penetrated her wet and soft opening, the tender red flesh gripping him tightly like a powerful absorbent. The desire within her body had long been aroused by the wicked boy, her lower body contracting repeatedly due to emptiness and longing. The boy trembled slightly from her tightness.

In front of this boy, who was more than ten years younger than her, she was so disheveled and aggrieved. Why did he force her to say those words she had never uttered?

But the more difficult it was for her to speak, the more he took advantage of her. He liked to make her, who always considered herself an "elder," feel inferior in front of him, liked to make her tremble like a little white rabbit beneath him. At this moment, the invisible age gap was completely broken down by him, and between them was simply a man and a woman.

"Kai will be back soon. Do you want him to see?" He knew that people became more complicated because of their thoughts, but her body was much more real. The soft spot he pressed against felt like a tiny whirlpool, drawing his enormous member in. Her body was already craving it more than ever. But he didn't want to go deeper; he only wanted her to have a taste. He gently ground against her entrance, causing her lips to release a string of soft moans. He threatened her verbally and tormented her physically, all for the sake of hearing what he wanted to hear. "What are you desperately trying to swallow now? Tell me..."

"Ah..." she gasped softly, desperately trying to close her knees, but with his enormous member sandwiched between her legs, how could she close them? "Cock...penis..." she managed to spit out again.

Nangong Ji got what he wanted, but a more wicked glint flashed in the boy's eyes. With a "pop," his member was pulled out from her lower body, and his long, slender middle finger pressed down, gently teasing her, causing her juices to overflow from between his fingers.

“It’s like a tiny mouth, biting my finger…” He teased the small entrance between the petals. “You were so good just now. Now tell me, what’s this little mouth my finger is touching called?” His fingers continued to “torture” her, making her tremble.

Not only was her body struggling to bear it, but she was also mentally tormented by the constant threat of A-Kai appearing, while the boy before her was determined to have her.

“Vagina…” Her voice became muffled by sobs.

Nangong Ji laughed, his fingers wickedly thrusting into her vagina, expanding his territory. She let out a soft moan, lifting her buttocks, her vagina contracting incessantly, allowing him to penetrate more thoroughly. Because of her unconsciously lewd behavior, she covered her burning cheeks with her hands.

“That word is too formal, you must have learned it from your physiology teacher. I want to hear something else, something else. Can you feel my finger sliding? Where is it touching? Tell me…”

“My pussy…” She contracted her lower abdomen, her breasts trembling.

“No, what’s an even more lewd word?” He moved closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers, his long middle finger rapidly probing her lower body.

“Ah…no…ah…” She didn’t know if she was crying or pleading, her fingers gripping his pajamas tightly.

“Say it.” His finger hovered in the air, like a sharp sword about to pierce its sheath, her body convulsing, like a stranded, dying fish. She was thirsty, she needed water, she needed nourishment.

His lips pressed close to hers, he gently blew on them, his fingers wantonly rubbing out sticky white foam, making an ambiguous “sizzling” sound, “Tell me where this is? Where do I most want to fuck? Hmm?”

“Clit…” She sobbed as she tightened her body, trying to suppress the surging desire within her, but the more she tried, the more lewdly her body flowed, the more his fingertips slapped against her, making obscene sounds.

“You guessed right.” Nangong Ji kissed her, leaning over her and looking into her eyes. “Now I’m going to fuck your little cunt. Do you know what men like to do most? It’s fucking, but it depends on who it’s on.”

“Nangong Ji, you’re shameless…” Her voice was soft and weak, her hands hitting him without any force, more like flirting. Nangong Ji wasn’t angry. Instead, he curled his lips and said shamelessly, “I am shameless, and you are shameless too, even more so than I have to say. But I like your shamelessness. I admit that fucking feels good, but what about being fucked by a man? Can you say it feels good?”

“Ah…” She screamed as he fiercely penetrated her, all the way in. The emptiness inside her was instantly filled, so full it felt like it was about to explode.

The pent-up passion exploded in an instant. He grabbed her buttocks and pushed her towards him, his strong waist swaying wildly. Her snow-white breasts bounced back and forth as his long penis pierced her core, grinding out an overwhelming pleasure.

"Ah...ah...no..." She gripped his arm and swayed, her moans broken and wanton.

"Your little cunt is getting tighter and tighter..."

"It feels so good..." Nangong Ji kept whispering lewd words in her ear, while his lower body pounded into her cunt wantonly.

When he finally withdrew, he had already ejaculated twice inside her, her flower cunt red and swollen from his handling. Jiang Xinyue lay helplessly on the leather bed, letting him watch the erotic scene between her legs, powerless to resist any longer.

He pulled her into the hot spring, holding her as he washed her genitals: "Have you satisfied, you little slut?"

Jiang Xinyue closed her eyes briefly, gently pushing his hand away: "Go away..."

"Get rid of me?" Nangong Ji's eyes gleamed with amusement. "By the way, I've heard that dates made from a woman's genitals are especially delicious—round, plump, and juicy. Men who eat them become more ferocious than wolves, believe it or not?"

"You?" Jiang Xinyue looked at him, both astonished and frightened. Nangong Ji smiled, stood up, and pressed a button to order a plate of dates.

The dates arrived quickly, each one the size of two pigeon eggs. Jiang Xinyue crossed her arms, watching Nangong Ji warily: "Ji, don't do anything reckless."

"I won't do anything reckless." Nangong Ji smiled like a tiger, walking step by step toward Jiang Xinyue. "I just want to eat the dates you made, I really want to eat them..." He licked his lips wickedly, like a beautiful vampire. Jiang Xinyue shivered.

He grabbed her, pressed her against the edge of the pool, his hand already reaching for her genitals.

"No, no, I don't want to..." She struggled fiercely, but his fingers had already parted her petals, wickedly pushing inward, the large, jujube-shaped object slowly pressing into her narrow honey hole.

She cried again, because it was the first time a foreign object had been inserted inside her, and she felt fear. He threatened her not to move, otherwise, if it went into her uterus, surgery would be needed to remove it. She dared not move, completely abandoning her self-respect, only begging him not to do this. But Nangong Ji's fingers had already inserted, pushing the large object further inside.

One, two, he inserted four before releasing her. In front of him, Jiang Xinyue had no self-respect whatsoever. She instinctively wanted to dig it out herself, but she didn't know how, because she had never touched her most private place before.

Nangong Ji gently held her fidgeting hands and whispered, "Not now. It needs to ferment all night to mature. You absolutely mustn't move, or you might accidentally poke into her uterus and we'll have to cut open her stomach to remove it. Also, don't let Kai touch you tonight, otherwise... you know the consequences. I think someone as smart as you will have a way."

"Soak a little longer, it'll be about time. Kai will be down soon." Nangong Ji kissed her and left.

Just as Uncle K was about to drive Jiang Diaokai and the others back, a luxury sedan pulled up and stopped. Nangong Ji opened the car door and got out.

"Young Master."

"Why did you come back to see us?"

"Did you finish the business?"

Jiang Diaokai, Gao Zhao, and Bao Dalong all greeted him. Nangong Ji called a driver, got into the extended van, and his gaze met Jiang Xinyue's. Jiang Xinyue quickly looked away. Nangong Ji saw her sitting next to Jiang Diaokai, who had an arm affectionately around her waist. Nangong Ji sat opposite Jiang Xinyue, but Jiang Xinyue refused to look at him, her face turned slightly to the window.

The car erupted in chatter; several young people started singing, but Jiang Xinyue remained silent, her lips tightly pressed together, leaning wearily against her seat.

"What's wrong? You've been soaking in the hot springs for ages and you're still so tired," Jiang Diaokai said, reaching out to touch her forehead. Everyone stopped and looked at Jiang Xinyue.

"Sister, are you tired?" Bao Xiaoyue said sarcastically.

"Yeah, Diaokai, were you too intense last night?" Gao Zhao added, equally unfriendly.

Jiang Diaokai didn't seem to care, simply waving his hand dismissively. Jiang Xinyue's face was pale, and the teasing brought an unnatural blush to her cheeks. She shook her head: "I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable. Maybe I caught a cold from soaking for too long."

"Lean on me and sleep for a while," Jiang Diaokai said, letting her rest her head against his chest. Jiang Xinyue obediently leaned against him, closing her eyes and feigning sleep.

She felt uncomfortable from being stuffed in there; four hard objects rubbed against her tender inner walls with the car's bumps, a very unpleasant sensation.

"The car is spacious, let me lie down for a while; it'll be more comfortable," Nangong Ji said, though only Jiang Xinyue understood the hidden meaning in his words.

Jiang Xinyue firmly shook her head. She knew lying down would be better, but she had the right to refuse him, and he couldn't say anything. Jiang Diao didn't force her; he pulled her onto his lap and held her close.

A murmur of surprise came from inside the car—Gao Zhao and the others were egging them on. Nangong Ji simply watched the two intimately intertwined figures without saying anything more.

Author's Note:

Thank you to Ice Point Vitamin for the "love candy," thank you to ginnywoo for the "good article," and thank you to all my classmates for the gifts! Thank you so much!

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Chapter 101: The Enlarged Jujube

"What's wrong?" A magnetic male voice rang out above Jiang Xinyue's head. Yi Qingcheng's gaze lingered on Jiang Xinyue's somewhat pale face. After finishing his work, he stood up to relax. Through the crack in the study door, he saw Jiang Xinyue kneeling on the floor beside the coffee table, holding a clean rag in her hand. She was wiping the table slowly, and her expression looked uncomfortable. Fine beads of sweat were seeping from her forehead.

"Oh, I'm fine." A few seconds later, Jiang Xinyue reacted and immediately stood up. He saw her hands pressed tightly against her trouser seams, gripping the rag tightly. Her expression was unnatural. He looked at her suspiciously again; her face was indeed paler than usual.

"Are you really alright? You seem a little unwell..." When he reached out his hand, she instinctively flinched, perhaps feeling it was impolite, and lowered her head slightly. His large hand landed on her forehead, feeling a slight dampness under his palm. "You seem to have a slight fever. I'll call Dr. Chen over..." Dr. Chen was his private doctor.

"No need, boss..." She looked up, her slightly pale face giving her a pitiful appearance. Her eyes were filled with gratitude, brimming with tears as she looked at him. Looking at the uniquely charming face before her, Jiang Xinyue's heart fluttered slightly. The faint scent of tobacco and the mature man's fragrance emanating from him made her a little dizzy. "I probably caught a bit of a cold yesterday while out, I'm really fine."

He looked her up and down, his eyes deep, his expression casual. She lowered her eyes slightly. This man's eyes were too sharp; she was afraid he would discover her shameful secrets.

"So nervous? Let me clarify, Dr. Chen isn't a quack," he teased. Sure enough, he saw Jiang Xinyue chuckle softly. The smile was like fireworks, fleeting yet illuminating her expression. She was a girl with a lot of charm, a charm like ancient jade—you have to slowly savor, appreciate, and caress it to truly understand its richness and uniqueness.

Jiang Xinyue felt that subtle, indescribable ambiguity between them resurface, a feeling that stirred something deep within her.

Just then, the urgent ringing of her phone broke everything. She glanced at him; he gestured for her to answer, but didn't leave.

When she saw the phone screen, her expression changed slightly. She turned around and softly said, "Hello."

"I'm waiting for you outside the Qingcheng Building. You should be able to take some time off, right?" Nangong Ji's voice came through.

“I’m not at the company… wait a moment…” She covered the receiver and turned to face Yi Qingcheng. “Mr. Yi, could I please take a short leave? My brother needs to speak with me about something.”

“It’s alright, go ahead.” Yi Qingcheng was very easygoing. “You’re not called boss for nothing. If there’s anything difficult, just tell me.”

“Thank you, boss.” Jiang Xinyue called him boss casually, thanking him sincerely, and picked up her phone. “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Nangong Ji’s car was parked downstairs at the Qingcheng Building. Fortunately, the Qingcheng Building was located in a bustling area, so Nangong Ji’s car wasn’t too conspicuous. She looked around before walking to the car. The car door opened from the inside, and Nangong Ji quickly pulled her inside.

“Where did you go? Why aren’t you at the company?” Nangong Ji’s gaze swept over her face, asking casually.

“The company sent me out to run some errands.” Jiang Xinyue replied evasively. She didn’t want Nangong Ji to know that she had just been at Yi Qingcheng’s villa.

Nangong Ji hummed in agreement, then asked, "Did he touch you yesterday?"

Jiang Xinyue's ears turned red. He knew perfectly well he hadn't, yet he still asked. She felt resentful but dared not offend him, so she could only shake her head.

"Really?" Nangong Ji asked again, a slight smile playing on his lips. His eyes were fixed on her alabaster skin, and he moved closer, kissing her lips and neck. Jiang Xinyue tilted her chin slightly, letting him nibble at her snow-white neck like a little wolf. The boy's hands moved down, kneading her breasts through her clothes. Her body swayed with his movements; she was like a lamb, completely powerless to resist, letting the boy take what he wanted.

"No..." His teasing made her breath quicken. She pressed his hand down, pleading, "I have to go to work, can I..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Those things had been making her uncomfortable all night; he should know what she meant.

"Okay," he agreed immediately. "Lie down, pull your skirt up, bend your legs," he commanded.

She desperately wanted to escape the uncomfortable feeling, and although she felt ashamed, she could only obey. She lay on the chair, trembling, pulling her skirt up to her waist, crossing her legs in a wanton pose.

"Do you know what a woman doing when she willingly adopts this pose?" Nangong Ji admired her obedient appearance, whispering in her ear, "This pose means she wants a man to fuck her." As he

spoke, Nangong Ji gently pulled down her panties. Seeing him standing between her legs, scrutinizing her closely, Jiang Xinyue blushed deeply. Before

the young man's eyes was a lewd scene: the once tightly pressed, delicate labia were now parted, the tightly closed vulva stretched open to reveal a hole about the width of a finger, the entrance sticky with slippery nectar. Pulling back the petals with his fingers, the hole opened even wider, vaguely revealing the red skin of a jujube inside.

“Your little hole is stretched wide by the dates,” Nangong Ji said. “Women who have been fucked many times by men can have a little finger-thick opening just by spreading their labia. That’s because they’ve been stretched open by men’s penises time and time again. But virgins are different. No matter how you spread them apart, their little holes are always tightly closed. You are the best of the best. Every time, you’re like a virgin. But today, you can see your little hole wide open without spreading it apart, and it’s even dripping wet, as if inviting men to hurry up and penetrate you. How lewd.” With a “click,” he took a picture with his phone and handed it to her.

The entire phone screen was filled with her private parts, making it even more unbearable to look at. Jiang Xinyue closed her eyes tightly, begging him to hurry up. She was in so much pain.

Nangong Ji’s fingers went inside and stirred in her little hole, which was stretched and numb. She felt that her lower body was both rough and tight, as if it was about to be torn apart, but she still reacted to his fingers. After a long while, something slipped out of her opening, and her body convulsed.

The jujube in Nangong Ji's hand was astonishing; the jujube, originally only the size of two pigeon eggs, had doubled in size. Its original wrinkles were now moistened by the honey, smooth and round like a young girl's face. It looked just like those premium candied jujubes sold in specialty stores.

The smooth skin of the jujube was still covered with her bodily fluids. Nangong Ji clicked his tongue repeatedly: "This is the best candied jujube I've ever seen. Come, try some?"

Jiang Xinyue turned her head away, her mouth tightly closed. Nangong Ji didn't force her; instead, he opened his mouth and took a bite himself. The jujube collided with his lips and teeth, making a crisp and tempting sound, as if he were eating some heavenly delicacy. Just hearing the sound made one's mouth water. But she knew perfectly well what he was chewing—it was something he had just taken from her most shameful part…

“So sweet, so fragrant…” Like a child greedily devouring the elixir of immortality, he ate one while his fingers wickedly reached into her honeypot to retrieve another.

“Mmm… mmm…” she moaned uncontrollably, the crisp sound of his chewing sounding like the most lewd music to her ears. She bent over, enduring his wicked stirring, satisfying his lust.

“If I could eat four dates like this every day, even the gods wouldn’t envy me.” As he spoke, a thin layer of saliva clung to the corner of Nangong Ji’s lips. In an instant, two dates were gone.

His fingers moved between her legs, beginning to tease her clitoris, the teasing quick, frantic, and wanton.

"Ah...no...ahhh..." Jiang Xinyue couldn't bear the stimulation any longer. She twisted her body, but couldn't stop his frenzy. She climaxed, her lower body convulsing and contracting, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid soaked the seat beneath her.

Her two large nipples, which had been inside her, slowly slid out of her vaginal opening as she pushed against them, now covered in a thick layer of fluid. Nangong Ji picked them up and placed them in a delicate box.

He unzipped his pants and inserted his long penis as she climaxed. The warm, wet fluid immediately submerged his large member. She sensitively arched her chest, her toes curling up.

He pressed down on her legs and slashed back and forth several times, a smoothness he'd never experienced before. While it lacked the tightness and stimulation of before, it was a completely new sensation.

"Plop, plop," the sound of his thrusts was erotic due to the abundance of her vaginal fluid.

"It's really stretched loose by her vagina, I wonder how long it can last." He thrust his strong waist, beginning to pump rapidly. Because of the smoothness, his speed was half again as fast as usual, so fast that people seemed to merge into one.

Jiang Xinyue swayed, moaning repeatedly. Hot semen poured into her vagina. Nangong Ji used a tissue to clean her genitals and helped her put on her underwear.

Just as Jiang Xinyue was about to get out of the car, she saw Yi Qingcheng get out of his car not far away. As if sensing something, he turned to look at her. Actually, Nangong Ji's car had excellent security measures; no one outside could see inside. But Jiang Xinyue was still frightened and shrank back.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Ji asked, glancing out the window. "Yi Qingcheng..." After uttering the name, he looked at Jiang Xinyue. "You know him?"

"Yes, of course I know him. He's my boss." Jiang Xinyue's emotions calmed down slightly.

"Oh? Why are you so afraid of him seeing you?" Nangong Ji asked playfully. "Does he know you? Are you close?"

"No... ah..." Before she could finish speaking, Nangong Ji had already pulled down the panties he had just put on her, his enormous desire thrusting inside her. He moved his hips, making her sway back and forth.

Yi Qingcheng's gaze lingered thoughtfully as he looked at the extended van. Through Jiang Xinyue's blurry vision, she watched Yi Qingcheng slowly turn and walk towards the building.

"Don't worry, he won't know his employee skipped work to meet a man in secret, you know? The more scared you are, the more I want to fuck you in front of him, even though he can't see anything."

Chapter 102 Two Brothers Sharing Honey Dates

"I think I saw Nangong Ji's usual car. What's that kid doing at Qingcheng Building?" Yi Qingcheng asked Pei Sen, who was walking towards him.

"Really?" Pei Sen was also a little surprised. "I didn't see him. I'll go out and take a look." He said as he walked towards the elevator.

"These past two days have been the most enjoyable I've ever had with you. You've been very obedient, feeding me so well. I guess it'll be enough for me to savor for many days." Nangong Ji's hot semen filled her flower pot. He pulled out his desire and cleaned their bodies with tissues while saying this to Jiang Xinyue.

Indeed, as Nangong Ji said, half a month had passed, and he hadn't "harassed" her again. However, they had met once at her house during those half a month, which made Jiang Xinyue extremely nervous.

"Hey, I have something good for you." Several people were watching a DVD in the living room when Nangong Ji took an exquisite box from his pocket and said to Jiang Diaokai.

"What is it? What is it?" Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong crowded around, as Nangong Ji's special status often meant he'd bring out novelties. Jiang Diaokai's reaction was relatively indifferent. He had Jiang Xinyue on his right arm and glanced at the box casually.

"It's just a few jujubes, isn't it?" Jiang Diaokai scoffed after Nangong Ji opened the box, looking unimpressed. "They're just a bit big."

"Yeah, yeah," Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong echoed, examining the box closely, because they didn't believe the young master Nangong would try to fool them with ordinary jujubes.

The moment Nangong Ji took out the box, Jiang Xinyue's face changed color. While everyone stared at the two round, large jujubes, her face flushed, but thankfully, no one's attention was on her.

"Don't underestimate these two dates. Others would love to eat them but can't. These were freshly picked red dates, dried to remove moisture, and then placed inside the vagina of a beautiful thirteen-year-old virgin at midnight on the fifteenth of August. They were then soaked in virgin dew and blood for twenty-four hours to ferment. Each virgin can only be fermented once, with four dates at a time. These dates are nourishing, invigorating, and promote saliva production; they are rare treasures." Seeing Jiang Diaokai's disdain, Nangong Ji whispered in his ear. However, Jiang Xinyue was held tightly in Jiang Diaokai's arms, so she heard every word Nangong Ji said.

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed red; she was both embarrassed and annoyed. Nangong Ji was too good at flattery. Sure enough, Jiang Diaokai became interested, took one, and put it in his mouth. The date made a crisp sound as he chewed it, a sound that would make anyone's mouth water.

Gao Zhao and Bao Dalong also reached out their hands, but Nangong Ji slammed the box shut. "There's none for you two."

"Hey, why not?"

"Young Master Nangong, why don't you share some of the good stuff with your brothers?"

"Next time, I want to savor this one myself." Nangong Ji said, glancing at Jiang Xinyue without her noticing.

"Here, you try some too." Jiang Diaokai held a half-eaten date to Jiang Xinyue's lips, and Nangong Ji's gaze drifted over again, shining as he looked at her.

"No, I won't eat it." Jiang Xinyue turned her face away; the smell around her made her feel nauseous. She didn't know why men were eating with such relish. She subconsciously reached out and pushed Jiang Diaokai's hand away.

"Eat it," Jiang Diaokai said, unusually coquettishly. "This is very good for women. It nourishes yin and promotes saliva production. After eating it, you'll be wetter down there than before..."

Jiang Xinyue didn't know what else Jiang Diaokai would say. Although his attitude was good and his voice was soft, Nangong, who was sitting closest to them, must have heard everything. His pale eyes looked at her with a meaningful gaze.

Jiang Diaokai put the date in her mouth, and she dared not refuse, afraid that Jiang Diaokai would say something inappropriate again. She chewed it with a frown, as if swallowing poison, trying to suppress the rising nausea. The date flesh in her mouth felt like tree roots, difficult to swallow. She closed her eyes and swallowed her saliva forcefully, but the image of Nangong Ji evilly stuffing dates into her private parts one by one flashed before her eyes.

As soon as she swallowed it, she immediately stood up and rushed to the bathroom.

"Sorry," Nangong Ji also stood up, "It seems that my sister doesn't like it very much. I'll go check on her." He also walked towards the bathroom.

"Ugh...ugh..." Jiang Xinyue was retching incessantly on the toilet. Nangong Ji walked over, bent down, and gently patted her back. Jiang Xinyue turned around in fright, and seeing it was Nangong Ji, she immediately stood up. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were wet.

"Are you alright?" Nangong Ji was very bold. He pulled her close and gently patted her back, whispering in her ear, "How come your tolerance is so low? You still ate my semen, didn't you..."

Jiang Xinyue stiffened, hurriedly pushed him away, and rushed out the door. Fortunately, Jiang Diao didn't notice her strange behavior that day, because she was a little bit of a germaphobe, so it wasn't surprising that she reacted a little to Nangong Ji's words.

Nangong Ji was practically a time bomb in Jiang Xinyue's heart, ready to explode at any moment. She was also worried about Zhong Yutong and Zheng Yihang.

Zheng Yihang had bravely stepped in to help Zhong Yutong, putting himself in danger in the process. Jiang Xinyue was deeply moved but also worried about their future.

Unexpectedly, good deeds are rewarded, and Zheng Yihang's risky move turned out to be the right one. The next day's newspapers were almost unanimously praising Zheng Yihang, and his female fans not only didn't decrease but increased. They praised his sense of responsibility and willingness to take on challenges, feeling it was commendable for a public figure to act this way. His devoted fans sincerely wished him and Zhong Yutong happiness, while the CP (couple) fans were overjoyed and their wishes were fulfilled, further supporting the couple. Zhong Yutong's fate was also saved from the brink of death; her popularity began to rebound, and many directors extended offers to invite her and Zheng Yihang to reunite in romantic dramas.

Jiang Xinyue invited them out for coffee. Zhong Yutong seemed much better, clinging to Zheng Yihang like a little woman, and openly displaying their affection in front of the reporters' cameras. Zheng Yihang appeared much more composed than before. He listened intently to Jiang Xinyue and Zhong Yutong's lively conversation, but rarely offered any responses.

When Zhong Yutong got up to go to the restroom, a silence fell between them.

“Zheng Yihang, thank you. I can tell Yutong is very happy now,” Jiang Xinyue said softly, feeling increasingly distant from Zheng Yihang.

Zheng Yihang gently stroked his coffee cup, remaining silent, the atmosphere a little awkward.

“I heard you two are going to collaborate on a new drama…”

“Xinyue, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. On your birthday this year…” Zheng Yihang finally spoke after a long pause, but before he could finish, Zhong Yutong grabbed his arm. “Yihang, you should stay with me. It seems like someone is following me…”

Zheng Yihang glanced at Jiang Xinyue, who nodded. He reluctantly stood up and accompanied Zhong Yutong to the restroom.

Zheng Yihang’s conversation ended there, and they didn’t have any more time alone together until they left the coffee shop. What did Zheng Yihang want to ask her? On the way back, Jiang Xinyue tried to guess, but couldn’t. She shook her head, banishing the question from her mind. It was alright; as long as he and Zhong Yutong were doing well, that was enough.

Chapter 103 Lewd Game

"Xinyue, how's it going?" Jiang Xinyue hid in the bathroom to listen to Jiang Cheng's call. Jiang Cheng's first question was whether she had found any new clues. Indeed, she had been in Qingcheng Group for quite some time.

"I haven't found anything yet... Captain Jiang, I think... I'm just a personal assistant, I have no chance to get close to the core departments, it's too difficult to get any inside information..." She had failed miserably as an "undercover agent." Although she felt a little guilty, she still told the truth. Yi Qingcheng's study had a very strict security system. Apart from bringing him coffee a few times when he was there, she had no way to enter, let alone get close to any electronic devices he had used.

Moreover, she had an indescribable feeling for Yi Qingcheng. There was always an unspoken ambiguity between them. Ever since he took her to a dinner party, he had invited her several times. Because of Yi Qingcheng's unintentional care for her, outsiders at several dinner parties misunderstood their relationship.

She couldn't fathom his thoughts, yet she sensed he had feelings for her. However, he had never made any inappropriate moves or taken any further action, leading her to doubt her own feelings. Even more problematic was that after actually meeting Yi Qingcheng, she began to waver in her mission. She didn't believe Yi Qingcheng was the drug lord Jiang had described. Instead, she found him more compassionate and humane than many men she had ever known.

"Xiao Jiang, this doesn't sound like you. I've always felt you had a stubborn streak; where did that go? 'Undercover' isn't as easy as you think; it requires skill." Jiang Cheng chuckled at her words. He had anticipated this situation and realized that sending Jiang Xinyue, who had no experience in criminal investigation, to "infiltrate" was indeed ill-considered. "Hold on a little longer. If it still doesn't work, withdraw, and I'll think of another way."

Skill? After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xinyue kept pondering those two words. What "techniques" would she need to use to dispel the layers of mystery surrounding Yi Qingcheng?

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Why do you look constipated as soon as you came out of the bathroom?" Jiang Diaokai tightened his arm around her shoulder, bringing her back to her senses.

She glared at Jiang Diaokai; his face was undeniably handsome, so why did he say such unpleasant things? Jiang Diaokai grinned mischievously and pulled her up from the floor. "Come on, play some games with me."

Jiang Xinyue was terrible at games; she had never played them before, thinking it was a waste of time. But Jiang Diaokai liked to drag her along, whether she wanted to or not, he always forced her into it.

Upon seeing the game's graphics, Jiang Xinyue realized it was a completely "pornographic" game. The 3D graphics were incredibly clear and realistic. The male protagonist was handsome and well-dressed, while the female protagonist was stunningly beautiful, yet her alluring figure was clad only in a bikini. The bikini even had adjustable buttons, allowing users to customize the size of her breasts and the proportions of her waist. "

The world is going to the dogs," Jiang Xinyue thought to herself, "how can anyone even develop a game like this?" But then, thinking of her own promiscuous relationship with Jiang Diaokai, she felt a pang of sadness. Others were just indulging in fantasies through the game; what right did she have to criticize them?

"The male protagonist is Zhuang Rui, 28 years old, 1.86 meters tall, handsome, and on the surface, he is the president of a conglomerate, but his true identity is a powerful drug lord. The female protagonist is Ouyang Xia Sha, 20 years old, a policewoman who infiltrates Zhuang Rui's company as an 'undercover agent.' To obtain useful clues, she doesn't hesitate to use her body as bait to seduce Zhuang Rui..."

The plot introduction on the screen made Jiang Xinyue pause slightly. It was fifty percent similar to her current situation, except that she wasn't a policewoman and wasn't seducing Yi Qingcheng.

After a few lines of text clearly explained the background, the screen switched directly to the game screen, a spacious bedroom, a luxurious bed... Jiang Xinyue then realized that the so-called plot was just a side dish to add some spice; the real main course was how Ouyang Xia Sha seduced Zhuang Rui in bed, and how the handsome man and beautiful woman engaged in a fierce physical battle on the comfortable bed.

And all of this was controlled by Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Diao. This game is utterly decadent. From the plot to the character design, the male and female protagonists are practically indistinguishable from real people, only more perfect and beautiful. The female protagonist's full breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks are especially breathtaking.

Moreover, the game only provides a general outline: seduce Zhuang Rui. How to seduce him and what the "battle" entails is entirely up to the player, making it even more novel and exciting than real life.

The feeling is indescribable; it's like controlling your own alter ego, someone with your soul, engaging in shameless, animalistic, and intense intercourse with another stranger who feels "familiar."

It's so lewd and shameless, yet it stimulates the cerebral cortex like marijuana. Good heavens, Zhuang Rui's thick, long penis keeps thrusting in and out, and Jiang Xinyue has to control the female protagonist to respond accordingly. If Ouyang Xia Sha doesn't lewdly thrust her shapely buttocks repeatedly, his penis can only penetrate halfway.

The scene was incredibly realistic: the sounds of flesh-bound men and women, the lewd intercourse, and the woman's wanton moans all came from the controllers she and Jiang Diaokai were constantly manipulating. Even the most virtuous and chaste woman couldn't resist such intense stimulation.

At some point, Jiang Diaokai had thrown down the controllers and pinned Jiang Xinyue beneath him. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Treat yourself like the leading lady, moan for me like Ouyang Xia Sha."

This stimulation was excessive; Jiang Diaokai was as fierce and unrestrained as a leopard in heat, fucking her until she swayed like a willow in the wind, moaning incessantly. The sixteen-year-old boy had boundless energy, and fortunately, women generally have more stamina than men; otherwise, Jiang Xinyue wouldn't have been able to withstand Jiang Diaokai's unrestrained behavior.

From 2 PM until past midnight, he continued his relentless assault, wave after wave of intense stimulation leaving Jiang Xinyue feeling like her bones were about to break. Jiang Diaokai ejaculated multiple times, some inside her vagina, some deliberately on her body. Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep without even bothering to clean herself.

Fortunately, the next day was the weekend, and Jiang Xinyue woke up when the sun was high in the sky. Her bedroom was a mess, filled with the stench of lust, and she was naked, embracing Jiang Diaokai, her body bearing the marks of their lovemaking. Thinking of yesterday's lewd scene, Jiang Xinyue vowed never to play that game with Jiang Diaokai again. Just

as she was about to get up and open the window to ventilate the room, Jiang Diaokai woke up and rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her face flushed. The boy's penis was already erect, pressing against her lower body.

"The jujubes from the sacrifice seem to really work," Jiang Diaokai said wickedly, his eyes gleaming.

He used his knee to pry open her legs, two fingers probing her genitals: "Still so wet?" The stickiness between his fingers stimulated the boy's nerves. He leaned down to examine between her legs, seeing white semen flowing from her tender red vulva, and spots of semen remaining between her snow-white thighs.

"You actually spent the night with them? They flowed out as soon as you poked them with your finger; they must be completely full inside." Jiang Diaokai said wickedly.

"Don't look... ah..." Jiang Xinyue tried to pull her legs away, but Jiang Diaokai had already lowered himself, his thick penis penetrating her body.

"Bang bang bang," someone knocked on the door, and Bao Dalong's voice came through: "Boss, I don't want to disturb you, but the basketball game is about to start."

"Damn, they're still fighting at this hour, Akai, save your energy for those kids." Gao Zhao said this, but hearing the sounds of lovemaking coming from the bedroom, he felt a tingling sensation.

Jiang Xinyue bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, but the sounds of their intercourse alone were enough to suggest something, and this wasn't the first or second time these people had witnessed this.

Jiang Diaokai was in the middle of it all; he wouldn't leave halfway through until he was finished.

Of the three people outside, only Nangong Ji appeared the most "calm." He nudged Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao, pointed to the living room sofa, and Bao Dalong and Gao Zhao reluctantly followed him.

The two sat there restlessly, discussing something lewd.

"Won't it be a whole day and night? Won't Sister be played to death by A-Kai? Yesterday, Bao Dalong and I only did it from 8 pm to midnight with Bao Xiaoyang. How about you?" Gao Zhao asked Nangong Ji.

"I've been busy lately, I slept at the company last night," Nangong Ji said calmly. Gao Zhao gave him a thumbs-up.

"Bao Xiaoyang is so weak, her pussy loosens up after a few thrusts. After a while, she's moaning like a pig being slaughtered. Sister wouldn't do that, didn't you hear her moaning so sweetly just now..." Bao Dalong fantasized about the scene.

"Can you two watch TV for a while?" Nangong Ji took the remote and turned the TV on, turning the volume up really loud.

After Jiang Diao left, Jiang Xinyue trembled as she entered the bathroom. Jiang Diao was truly aroused this time, like he was insatiable. If Bao Dalong and the others hadn't come, she really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

While washing herself, her mind wandered to all sorts of random thoughts. She remembered the game's plot summary: Ouyang Xia Sha successfully seduced Zhuang Rui, and the two were practically inseparable, engaging in a daily sexual encounter. Ouyang Xia Sha thus obtained firsthand information about Zhuang Rui that no one else knew. The next part of the story was interrupted by Jiang Diao's "hunger tiger pouncing on its prey"... And what would Ouyang Xia Sha do now that she had all the information? If it was just to obtain information, her sex with Zhuang Rui was far too lewd and frequent. Perhaps Ouyang Xia Sha had slowly lost herself in indulging in lust...

Seduction... This was a strategy employed by professional spies, commonly known as a "honey trap." The effectiveness of this tactic had already been thoroughly proven in ancient times, and subsequently practiced by generations of beautiful women. After a man has captured a woman's body and heart, he will inevitably lower his guard...

and seduce... Yi Qingcheng? This thought flashed through Jiang Xinyue's mind. Chapter 104 of

06-03 : A Different Kind of Temptation . It's said that to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach. Jiang Xinyue felt this saying made sense, although she hadn't practiced it much. When she was with Lin Nan, because they were both very disciplined, she would only visit Lin Nan's house once or twice a month. So, when they were together, they cherished every moment and rarely had time to cook, mostly ordering takeout. Occasionally, Jiang Xinyue would show off her cooking skills, and Lin Nan would be extremely satisfied, praising her culinary abilities. Although Jiang Diaokai hadn't said anything, he rarely ate out, always trying to eat at home. During Jiang Diaokai's stay in City A, Jiang Xinyue was confident that she took care of him no less well than her mother. Jiang Xinyue really liked Yi Qingcheng's kitchen—spacious, clean, and fully equipped. Bai Jie is the head housekeeper of the Yi family. She rarely leaves the Yi family unless there are special circumstances. This time, Bai Jie took a day off and specifically instructed Jiang Xinyue to keep an eye on Yi Qingcheng's diet. Actually, Jiang Xinyue only needed to supervise the menu, because Bai Jie said that Yi Qingcheng prefers lighter food, especially when the weather is hot, his appetite is a little poor. But Jiang Xinyue gave the two kitchen staff half a day off. She did have a little purpose in mind; she really wanted to please Yi Qingcheng. Moreover, she spent the whole night thinking about the menu before finalizing it. A rich aroma was already wafting from the kitchen. The beef broth in the pot was almost ready, and the noodles were cooked to perfection. Don't underestimate cooking noodles; controlling the heat requires skill. If cooked for too long, the noodles will be too hard; if cooked for too short a time, they will be mushy. Only when cooked just right will the noodles be smooth, delicious, and chewy. Jiang Xinyue dipped the noodles into ice water to cool, then peeled the boiled eggs and halved them with cotton thread. This made the eggs look neat and beautiful, with the white egg white surrounding a round half-yolk – the color alone was enough to make one's mouth water. "I thought you'd run away while Sister Bai wasn't here, but I caught you here." Hearing Yi Qingcheng's voice, Jiang Xinyue's heart skipped a beat. She turned around and saw Yi Qingcheng standing in the doorway, still clutching his suit jacket. His voice was brighter than usual, and his eyes were fixed on her with a hint of surprise. He had been standing there for a minute. He hadn't expected to see this after coming home. Jiang Xinyue was busy in his kitchen, wearing a plain plaid apron, her soft, long hair casually draped over her shoulders. Occasionally, she would brush a stray hair behind her ear, revealing her smooth profile – her profile serene and gentle. For so many years, home had been nothing more than a hotel to him. But the moment he saw Jiang Xinyue, he suddenly had a strange feeling. He was like a husband who had just come home from work and saw his gentle wife cooking for him in the kitchen, the warm feeling of home washing his hands and preparing soup. "How could I dare? Maybe I'd skip work if the boss wasn't home one day," Jiang Xinyue replied playfully to Yi Qingcheng. A smile appeared on Yi Qingcheng's face. He went into the kitchen, smelled the aroma of beef, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you making?" Jiang Xinyue put down the kitchen utensils, pushed him out of the kitchen, and helped him sit down in a chair at the dining table. For some reason, she seemed to have suddenly become several times bolder today. She said mysteriously, "What I'm making is a secret for now. Please wait here for a while, it will be ready in ten minutes." After saying that, she ran into the kitchen. She put the noodles into bowls. The noodles were cooked perfectly, enough to fill one large bowl and one small bowl. The large bowl was for Yi Qingcheng, and the small bowl was for her. The noodles were topped with chilled beef broth, half an egg, pear slices, cucumber shreds, and seven or eight thinly sliced beef pieces, along with various seasonings. The sweet and sour, refreshing flavor was irresistible. Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath, placed the noodles and side dishes on a tray, and carried it out. Unexpectedly, Yi Qingcheng actually sat obediently at the table waiting for her. Today, he seemed like a big kid, his face showing excitement when she brought out the noodles. His appetite had been completely whetted by Jiang Xinyue's mystery. Four small dishes, each about the size of a bowl, were arranged in delicate white plates. The side dishes were green like jade, red like agate, and white like fragrant jade, looking exquisite and delicious. Looking at the noodles in the bowl, the noodles were smooth, the broth clear, garnished with green cucumber shreds, pale pear slices, a bright yellow egg, and thinly sliced beef… A refreshing aroma filled the air, making one want to devour it. "What kind of noodles are these?" To be honest, this was the first time Yi Qingcheng had ever seen noodles like this. "This is called Korean cold noodles. Try it and see if it suits your taste," Jiang Xinyue said, handing chopsticks to Yi Qingcheng. Yi Qingcheng picked up some noodles and put them in his mouth, then took a sip of the soup. He found the noodles chewy and smooth, the broth refreshing and perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, and couldn't resist taking another bite. Seeing Yi Qingcheng's expression, Jiang Xinyue felt relieved. She also picked up her chopsticks, took a small bite, and then drank some soup. This time, she was very satisfied with the taste. Suddenly, Yi Qingcheng reached out and covered the bowl in front of her: "Don't eat anymore." Jiang Xinyue was startled, holding her chopsticks and asking, "Why?"

Yi Qingcheng smiled at her, "This bowl is mine too." He then placed the bowl in front of himself, warning Jiang Xinyue, "Don't try to take it from me. Go eat something else; there's plenty in the kitchen."

Jiang Xinyue was truly surprised that Yi Qingcheng would try to take food from her. Seeing him hoard both bowls of noodles in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"But I've already eaten those noodles..." she reminded him.

"It's okay..." he didn't seem to mind at all, still picking the noodles from her bowl into his own. But after a short while, Jiang Xinyue forgot about blushing, because Yi Qingcheng's eating habits surprised her greatly. She stared wide-eyed as he devoured both bowls of noodles in a flash.

"It's so delicious! I've never had such authentic cold noodles before. I never expected your cooking skills to be so good," Yi Qingcheng praised Jiang Xinyue, still seemingly wanting more. Seeing Jiang Xinyue's expression, he laughed heartily. "You probably didn't expect me to eat like this, did you? Has my image in your heart been completely ruined?"

"No..." Jiang Xinyue waved her hand, actually she liked this side of Yi Qingcheng. He had come down from his pedestal, making him seem more approachable.

"Really?" Yi Qingcheng raised an eyebrow. This expression on him was extremely masculine, making Jiang Xinyue's heart skip a beat. He added, "You're not thinking I'm a scoundrel, are you? Stealing all your things?"

"No..." Jiang Xinyue's mouth suddenly became clumsy, and she hurriedly tried to explain.

Yi Qingcheng stopped teasing her, his expression becoming more serious. "But I'm really a little sorry today, I made you not eat well..."

"It's okay..." Jiang Xinyue immediately said, "Actually, I ate a lot of beef while cooking, and my stomach is a little full."

"So you have this habit too." Yi Qingcheng's eyes sparkled with laughter.

Jiang Xinyue was stunned. Why "also"? Did he also cook? She was even more surprised, gaining a deeper understanding of Yi Qingcheng.

Yi Qingcheng had almost finished all the dishes she had made. As she got up to clear the dishes, he held her hand and said, "Let me do it."

Jiang Xinyue thought she had misheard and looked up at him. Yi Qingcheng smiled at her, "You cook, I'll wash the dishes. Let's divide the work. I can't just eat what's served and then let you wash the dishes too." His words were easily misinterpreted, and Jiang Xinyue blushed slightly. In her daze, he had already gone into the kitchen, and Jiang Xinyue quickly followed.

When she went in, she saw Yi Qingcheng standing by the counter, his white shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong wrists. The waterproof watch on his right hand reminded him of his status. His back was tall and strong, and his movements while washing the dishes were very smooth.

It was the first time Jiang Xinyue had ever seen a man wash dishes. Jiang Diaokai would never do that, and Lin Nan only cooked but never washed dishes; he had a housekeeper at home. She was surprised. It turned out that men who washed dishes could also exude a strong masculine charm, and a unique kind of charm that easily moved women.

She walked over and stood beside him. He handed her the washed dishes, which she dried with a clean cotton cloth and placed on the dish rack. Their movements were perfectly synchronized.

With the last dish, just like before, his hand didn't let go as she grasped it; instead, he held hers. His fingers were damp but warm. Jiang Xinyue looked at him as if electrocuted, and he looked back at her. Their eyes met, like the north and south poles of a magnet colliding.

"Xinyue…you're really adorable like this…" His voice was deep and mellow, his eyes as intoxicating as clear wine. Jiang Xinyue hadn't expected him to say such a thing. For so long, although she knew he had feelings for her, he had never expressed them verbally, sometimes even leading her to believe it was just her imagination.

A wave of panic washed over her, and the dish fell to the ground with a "clatter." Their eyes remained locked, like two magnets drawn together.

Chapter 105 Flirting

When Jiang Xinyue came to her senses, the two of them had been staring at each other for an unknown amount of time, just like a line from Li Bai's poem: "We gaze at each other without growing tired." It truly was a

case of "we gaze at each other without growing tired." The feeling of gazing into each other's eyes was truly magical. If time could stand still, she would be willing to gaze at him like this for a lifetime. How could she be so shameless, actually staring at her boss like that? Reason returned, and Jiang Xinyue panicked a little. Although she had some small schemes in her mind,

her instincts made her want to escape. "I'm sorry, I..." She looked at the scattered shards of porcelain on the ground and squatted down to pick them up. Actually, she wanted to escape his gaze. His eyes, his words, had confirmed that she hadn't been delusional before. But when she finally heard him say those words, her heart suddenly couldn't bear it. The usually calm lake of her heart was now churning with turbulent waves, crashing against her defenses.

"Ah..." Mechanically picking up the shards of porcelain, her fingers trembled slightly. The consequence of her distraction was that she accidentally cut her finger on a shard of porcelain, and blood immediately flowed out.

Yi Qingcheng brought a first-aid kit, disinfected her wound, and carefully bandaged it with a waterproof bandage. His movements were clean, efficient, and seamless. It seemed he was not only a man with high emotional and intellectual intelligence, but also quite capable in daily life.

Jiang Xinyue's admiration for him quietly increased. She wanted to continue cleaning up the mess, but Yi Qingcheng stopped her: "Let Auntie clean it up. Look." He pointed to her clothes.

Jiang Xinyue then noticed two drops of blood on her white dress, like two bright peach petals, particularly conspicuous.

"Change your clothes and take them to the dry cleaners, otherwise the bloodstains will be difficult to remove over time. You can borrow my bathroom; go take a shower first." Yi Qingcheng's tone was gentle, but his presence was commanding. Whether

she agreed or not would make a world of difference. They both tacitly understood what would happen if she agreed to shower in his bathroom… This man was truly masterful; even his hints were impeccable. But if she went, it would be tacit acceptance of all the consequences.

She glanced up at him; his face was expressionless, neither showing expectant excitement nor suppressed thrill. Perhaps he had already calculated that she wouldn't refuse. She nodded, gave a soft "hmm," and followed him towards his bedroom. The short journey suddenly felt incredibly long; her heart was pounding in her chest, and several times she nearly fled.

He adjusted the water temperature for her. Looking at his upright back, she thought this man was truly considerate; this was the epitome of a perfect man. He tested the water with his hand before indicating she could shower. As she closed the door, he said, "Wait a minute." After a while, he handed her one of his white shirts, saying, "Change into this when you come out." He then closed the door behind him.

Jiang Xinyue washed herself very carefully, still feeling very nervous, as if she were dreaming, a little unreal. Almost an hour later, she finally emerged from the bathroom.

Yi Qingcheng greeted her, standing before her, his height instantly making her appear smaller. She nervously tugged at her shirt collar. He turned his head and said, "Wait for me." His deep voice seemed to still linger in the air as he went into the bathroom.

His voice was so certain; had he already anticipated her agreeing to sleep with him? Her face flushed, her heart pounded. She sat on the bed for a while, then, feeling uneasy, immediately stood up again. Looking around the large bedroom, it seemed no place was quite right for her. Finally, she sat on the sofa, picked up the half-closed business magazine, and pretended to read it—she could only pretend, so that she wouldn't feel so awkward when he came out and saw her. Right now, her mind was a complete mess; she couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

He showered much faster than her, emerging in ten minutes. The door opened, and she nervously looked up. He was casually wearing a bathrobe. She watched him walk towards her, take the magazine from her hand, and bend down to pick her up in his arms.

He gently laid her flat on the bed. Jiang Xinyue felt her body sink into the soft mattress. It wasn't that she was heavy, but rather that he slowly pressed half his body against hers, their bodies fitting together perfectly, as if made for each other.

He looked down at her, his breathing a little heavy, and their eyes locked together again. After a long while, Jiang Xinyue blushed slightly and looked away.

"Look at me..." he whispered, pinching her small face and adjusting her position. Her eyes met his deep, dark gaze again.

"Boss..." she felt suffocated, taking a long breath, her chest heaving.

"Call me by my name." It was a command, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Qingcheng..." she uttered his name for the first time, a little unfamiliar, yet also familiar.

A smile filled his eyes as he brushed aside her black hair, revealing her smooth face. His hand stroked down her hair from her forehead, applying a little pressure, causing her eyes to slightly lift.

“You’ve kept me waiting. Do you usually take this long to shower?” he asked, his voice lower and more distinctive than usual.

A blush rose to her cheeks, and she stammered, “Sometimes…”

He chuckled softly, a slightly nasal laugh that resonated subtly in the air, incredibly sensual. Her face flushed even more.

“Xinyue,” he suddenly called her.

“Hmm?” she responded instinctively.

“You know, from the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. But I was a little afraid of this sudden feeling, afraid I would lose control and become entangled, so I deliberately didn’t look for you. Until you appeared before me again, I didn’t want to let you go, but I was afraid of scaring you, so I suppressed my feelings… Now, I’m finally going to have you…”

Unexpectedly, Yi Qingcheng’s confession was so explicit. Jiang Xinyue’s heart warmed; she knew it was a feeling of being moved. When a man who deeply attracts you tells you he loves you, even that he fell in love with you at first sight, you feel it’s the most romantic and beautiful thing in the world.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

"Love..." she finally answered hoarsely after a long while. She loved him; from the first time she heard his voice, she had been deeply attracted to him, but she had always suppressed it, always felt inferior and refused to admit it.

He suddenly kissed her; his lips were soft and hot. He sucked on her, his tongue quickly slipping into her mouth. It wasn't her first kiss, but it was the first time she had experienced the pleasure of a kiss—the electric shock-like feeling when their lips met, a tingling sensation that traveled from every vein to the extremities of her body. She tightly embraced his neck, responding to his kiss, her tongue for the first time actively entering his mouth, sucking his saliva, every drop sweet and delicious. Their tongues licked and intertwined like snakes, unwilling to separate.

They kissed until they were almost breathless before finally parting, and then he lowered his head again, still wanting more, to kiss her. The kiss was so sweet; they were both immersed in an unprecedented bliss, their lips and tongues intertwined, their saliva mingling. They could kiss like this for a lifetime and still not be satisfied.

If "bliss" were to be elevated to another level, it would be ecstasy. Lost in their blissful intoxication, both knew that even more intoxicating things awaited them.

When he released her, her lips were a vibrant red, full and radiant, like petals soaked in nutrient solution, blooming with the most exquisite beauty. Yi Qingcheng was a master of seduction; his kisses could be fiery as the wind, yet now as gentle as water. His warm, moist lips brushed across her cheeks, forehead, every inch of her skin, lingering especially long on her slender neck, his teeth carrying a hint of wicked nibbling, causing her to tilt her head back, letting out a few soft moans.

He didn't unbutton the second button of her collar, but stopped, calming their breathing. He leaned against her, exchanging glances until he was sure she was looking at him, then his right hand grasped her left breast through her clothes.

Jiang Xinyue's breasts were firm, even lying flat, they stretched the fabric into two alluring mounds. Feeling his grasp on their full softness, her body involuntarily tensed slightly. He wasn't in a hurry to play with her, but whispered in her ear, "Your breasts are so full, they feel so good to hold. I bet the color is beautiful too, right?"

Author's Note:

Thank you Sha Ge for the "heart-shaped candy," mwah~~ For some reason, the guest room only allows viewing and not leaving comments, please forgive me. Some readers asked why I don't have a group chat. Actually, I have three groups, but they're all quite quiet, not as lively as you described, hehe~~

Chapter 106 Sensual Sexual Encounters

Was he flirting with her? Such a question was both wicked and incredibly ambiguous. She had absolutely no experience dealing with it. Stared at intently by him, she felt as if two flames were burning on her cheeks. She wanted to avoid his eyes, but she couldn't help looking at those two deep seas, unwilling to look away.

Seeing her embarrassed and helpless look, a faint smile appeared on his lips: "If you don't answer, I'll just look for myself?" He gently pinched her breast between his thumb and forefinger, making it twice as high as the right one, even stretching the fabric taut.

Through the stretched fabric, a faint dark color peeked through—her areolas, though the fabric wasn't transparent, only vaguely visible. Her left breast was tightly grasped by the man, protruding high, a sight that even Jiang Xinyue found incredibly erotic, let alone the faint pink hue peeking through the fabric.

He stared at that spot, his tongue lightly brushing against it. A tingling sensation quickly spread from her nipple, and Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but arch her upper body slightly. The fabric, dampened by his saliva, appeared even darker.

This man was so skilled at flirting; he knew exactly how to arouse her, he wouldn't strip her completely naked all at once. Right now, Jiang Xinyue felt a ticklish sensation in her heart, aroused by his teasing.

He lowered his head, his sensual lips taking her nipple completely inside, slowly tightening, sucking it out inch by inch, like sucking on a refreshing ice cream cone. Finally, the nipple slipped from his lips and bounced back into place, the fabric bitten into a pointed shape by his teeth. Jiang Xinyue's upper body moved more violently, and he knew, of course, that was a sign of a woman's arousal.

He continued to lower his head, taking in more, pressing and sucking tightly with the muscles of his mouth. The nipple, as still as a virgin, was stimulated and swelled, slowly blooming and protruding, the fabric becoming soaked and almost transparent. Before his eyes was a pink blur, and the nipple, stretching the fabric, was as beautiful as a cardamom bud.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined..." His eyes revealed admiration, while her face blushed crimson. He gently pinched her nipple between his index and thumb, the nipple throbbing and rubbing against the fabric, bringing a subtle, almost explosive pleasure. She gasped softly, yet willingly allowed herself to be "played with" by him, feeling a small fire slowly rising within her.

He played with her right breast in the same way, and she was almost driven mad with desire. She had never known that just touching and kissing her breast could be so intoxicating.

When he released her, her breasts seemed to have become fuller, her chest was wet, and her two erect nipples seemed about to burst out, with her pink areolas clearly visible. It was a beautiful sight, half-hidden through the fabric, yet even more alluring. Her breathing became rapid

, and her chest rose and fell. He stared at the two erect red marks and the two nipples, and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her deeply again. Then he gently unbuttoned the second button of his shirt, and slowly and gently pulled the collar open, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, gradually revealing her snow-white breasts until half of them were exposed, the collar held between her two erect nipples.

Her chest heaved more violently, and with a forceful pull, her nipples detached from her collar, and her entire breasts sprang out of the fabric, like two snow-white rabbits with red eyes. The shirt opening was only pulled into a V-shape, just enough to reveal her two full breasts; the rest remained hidden inside, making her look exceptionally erotic.

"Darling, turn to your side," he commanded softly, helping her shift her body. Jiang Xinyue obediently turned to lie on her side. Her breasts, drooping due to gravity, appeared twice their usual size, yet not sagging terribly. Because of their excellent elasticity, they hung perfectly, resembling two plump pears, creating a deep cleavage. Two moist, crimson nipples adorned the snow-white pears.

His head moved close to her breasts, his hands holding her shoulders so she could see him clearly. He gently brushed his tongue across her nipples, his eyes fixed on hers, lightly brushing them.

"Mmm..." The warm, intoxicating touch, the rough yet gentle friction, and the sensual, provocative image made her moan softly.

"Look at me! Does it feel good?" He didn't miss a moment of her reaction.

"Mmm," she murmured, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed. Though shy to speak, it was the first time she had opened her heart, revealing her truest self, daring to admit her shared desire for him.

“How about this?” His tongue moved quickly, slapping back and forth against her swollen nipples. Jiang Xinyue couldn’t help but grab the man’s shoulders, arching her upper body into a perfect S-shape.

“Mmm…mmm…so numb…” Her breasts bounced wildly like rabbits as he played with them. Her shoulders arched slightly, making her breasts appear even fuller, the snow-white cleavage tempting her.

“Your reaction is like a little girl’s, even more like a virgin who has never been with a man…” Yi Qingcheng sucked on her nipples, making lewd sounds, but he didn’t see that Jiang Xinyue’s face changed when he said those words.

His lips were strong and sexy, sucking until her chest swelled and tingled. As he sucked, he said, “So sweet and fragrant…Xinyue, having you is a man’s greatest fortune. I want to suck on you every day from now on. When we have a son, I’ll suck on you with him…”

But in Jiang Xinyue’s mind, a picture appeared: Jiang Diaokai and Yi Qingcheng sucking on her breasts together… A wave of panic washed over her.

"What's wrong?" Yi Qingcheng lifted his head from her chest, stroking her cheek as he asked.

"Nothing..." she shook her head, her cheeks still slightly flushed.

"Do you disagree with what I said? Is it that you don't allow me to smoke every day, or that you don't want me to compete with my son for something?" His voice lowered, his gaze fixed on her eyes with ambiguity. "Which one is it?"

"No..." Jiang Xinyue said haphazardly.

"Does 'no' mean you don't object?" Yi Qingcheng teased her. Jiang Xinyue lowered her head, but her heart was filled with unease. If he knew about her relationship with Jiang Diaokai, she dared not imagine how he would react.

His hand slowly caressed her bare calves, slowly moving upwards inch by inch. Jiang Xinyue felt a surge of heat from his touch, her heart taut like a bowstring, until his hand reached the hem of her shirt. Jiang Xinyue suddenly pressed down on his hand.

"Qingcheng, I... I want to go home," she stammered.

Yi Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and leaned forward: "What's wrong? Darling, relax..."

"Qingcheng..." Jiang Xinyue hesitated, biting her lower lip tightly. Yi Qingcheng kissed her lips to stop her from hurting herself: "Tell me, where does it hurt?"

"I..." Jiang Xinyue stammered, her eyes welling up with tears, "I've had boyfriends before..."

"Oh?" Yi Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a virgin anymore, I..." Before she could say anything, Yi Qingcheng kissed her lips, and when he released her, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Silly girl, I don't care. Do you think I'd stop loving you because you're not a virgin or fall in love with you because you are? It doesn't matter if you've had other men, as long as you belong to me completely after this. I won't ask you to do anything before me, understand?"

Jiang Xinyue looked at him, her heart still flustered and uneasy. Now she wished she could get rid of all complicated relationships and just follow him wholeheartedly, but she couldn't do it, and she couldn't tell him at all.

He chuckled and pinched her nose, his gesture both intimate and confident. Then he continued his exploration, slowly pushing his shirt up to her waist. She was wearing white low-rise panties underneath, her legs white and straight, very beautiful.

"Baby, open it up and let me see." He spread her legs, pressing down on her knees, her panties stretched taut, the middle wet, vaguely revealing two mounds and a shallow cleavage. "Isn't the color prettier here? Don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if it's not pink, as long as it's yours, I love it." He lowered his head and licked the cleavage, licking the fleshy mounds, his tongue sliding to the side, licking the already well-drenched nectar.

He stuck out his tongue, the tip sticky and transparent liquid, showing it to Jiang Xinyue: "You already knew it was wet, didn't you? You were so aroused when I was sucking your nipples, that's why you're so shy... It's okay, I know... I already guessed, you're very sensitive, and like me, you crave each other's touch, kisses, and..." He didn't finish his sentence.

He slowly pulled down her panties, revealing pink labia, a plump cleft brimming with honeyed fluid, and a moist, fragrant perineum—truly the most beautiful sight in the world for a man.

Chapter 107 Sensual Sexual Encounters 2

"So beautiful..." the man exclaimed sincerely, his dark pupils tinged with intense lust. "Have you really been with other men..." His fingers parted the tightly closed petals, searching for the hidden little hole large enough to accommodate his enormous member, but aside from the slippery, pink flesh resembling clam meat, there was no secluded path.

When the little mouth contracted and released a gush of honeyed fluid, his eyes lit up. He probed the spring with his index finger and indeed felt a slight indentation, a gush of soft flesh tightly gripping his fingertip.

"So it was hidden here, Crescent Moon, my darling, my little virgin, it's unbelievably small..." Yi Qingcheng pulled the petals apart again, but the little hole disappeared again, leaving only flesh even more delicate than clam meat.

"Qingcheng...don't look..." Jiang Xinyue's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and the way her body was open made her feel a little ashamed.

"Are you afraid I'll look? Every part of your body is mine. If you feel it's unbalanced, you can look back like this in a bit." Yi Qingcheng teased, leaning down and putting his head between Jiang Xinyue's legs, sticking out his tongue to gently lick.

Yi Qingcheng's tongue was like a nimble snake, arousing immense pleasure in every part of her body. Jiang Xinyue trembled, her lower body twitching incessantly, her closed vulva shyly opening, honey-like water flowing into his lips and teeth. He sucked, almost taking the woman's entire vulva into his mouth. The nimble snake burrowed into the small opening, like a small dragon stirring up waves.

"Ah... Qingcheng... I... can't take it anymore..." Jiang Xinyue felt his tongue burrowing into every crevice of her body, sucking every drop of her nectar. Her body was convulsing violently, her soul seemed to soar to the clouds, experiencing a pleasure akin to the relief of emptying her bladder. In reality, Yi Qingcheng had brought her to orgasm, and all that nectar had flowed into Yi Qingcheng's mouth.

"Why can't you? You can, Xinyue..." Yi Qingcheng's lips were moist, glistening with her dew. His eyes were fixed intently on her. As he leaned down, he gently pulled on her clothes, and the buttons popped open, revealing her entire body to him. He caressed her pert breasts, slender waist, and lush, moist vulva.

Her slender, white body still trembled gently under his fingers. His lips kissed her earlobe, sucking softly, and he asked her gently, "Was that comfortable?"

"Mmm, I felt like I turned into a cloud..." Jiang Xinyue's shimmering eyes met his gaze, her eyes so alluring they seemed to drip with tears. "I want to kiss you like that too, so you can feel comfortable too..."

"Okay." He looked at the pair of vibrant, white breasts before him. "But I need to suckle for a while first." With that, he picked her up and spun her around, switching their positions. Jiang Xinyue's breasts hung in front of him, and he opened his mouth to take the tender, red nipples into his mouth, sucking like a child.

Jiang Xinyue hugged his head, kneeling on top of him, her round buttocks raised, her body arched into a beautiful S-shape. She felt the man's hard desire rubbing against her calves, and the powerful sucking of his lips made her moan softly.

"Is it done?" Jiang Xinyue raised her chest, trying to maintain a suitable distance so he could easily take her nipple into his mouth. The nipple he had sucked was now red, tender, and hard, swaying in front of him. He then took the other nipple into his mouth. Jiang Xinyue moved her body forward. "It's done, it's been ten minutes..."

Yi Qingcheng lay on the bed like a well-fed child. Jiang Xinyue lifted the hem of his robe, and she was surprised to find that his enormous desire had created a large bulge in his underwear. She knelt between his legs, like a willing little slave girl, gently licking the bulge through his underwear with her tongue.

"A little harder, baby, be bolder," Yi Qingcheng encouraged her. Her saliva quickly soaked her panties, revealing the shape of his penis, which was frighteningly large. Jiang Xinyue licked upwards along the shape of the shaft, and Yi Qingcheng occasionally heard a low moan, a sexy sound that made his heart tremble.

She slowly pulled down his panties, revealing the massive python. She took a deep breath: "So...so big..."

"Big?" Yi Qingcheng chuckled softly, "But I guarantee the size is just right. Xinyue, I can't wait to go in." As he spoke, he pressed her down beneath him, straddling her, their naked skin pressed together, his huge penis against her stomach. He ripped off his robe, leaned down, and placed his hands on either side of her body, spreading her legs wide, his eyes able to see the entire expression on her face.

He had a very good physique, with very firm muscles. Around his neck hung a crescent-shaped sapphire pendant strung on a platinum chain. The pendant, slightly feminine yet unique, was unforgettable. This feminine adornment, however, did not detract from his overall aura; rather, it made a lasting impression.

Upon seeing the pendant, a complex emotion flashed in Jiang Xinyue's eyes. But in that instant, the man's enormous penis was deeply inserted into her tight vagina. She arched her back, letting out a groan.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked, staring at her, his strong hips rising and then pressing down deeply.

"Ah..." She clearly felt his shape and power, and the intense pleasure. He thrust into her repeatedly, a crescent-shaped blue sapphire swaying before her eyes with each movement. His eyes, however, did not leave her, watching every change in her expression.

Her eyes met his, a long, lingering gaze, their lower bodies tightly intertwined.

"Mmm...ah...mmm..." Her breasts swayed, and she moaned softly as he entered and withdrew.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, asking, "Was it deep this time?"

"Mmm, so deep..." she responded, her body trembling as he thrust deeper inside her.

"Mmm..." Their lips met, swallowing each other's moans, their bodies embracing tightly, throbbing, convulsing... A rich flow of semen poured into her secret passage, flowing into her womb.

His penis momentarily softened as it withdrew from her wet vagina, but it didn't last long, because she straddled him like a little beautiful snake, her red, tender lips sucking on his nipples with smacking sounds. Her usual dignified and composed demeanor was completely gone; as she licked every inch of his skin with her slightly inexperienced lips and tongue, he felt an unprecedented stimulation and pleasure, his dragon beneath him already throbbing, ready to attack at any moment.

He finally pinned her down, sharing the ultimate experience of physical union with her in a position reminiscent of animalistic mating. After this round, both were drenched in sweat, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

After their climax, he held her close, his hand gently caressing her skin, savoring the intimacy after the passion. She leaned lazily against him, enjoying his touch. When she saw the clock on the wall, she sat up abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Yi Qingcheng asked, slightly propping himself up.

"I should go home..." Jiang Xinyue's expression was somewhat flustered. Yi Qingcheng grabbed her waist: "Spend the night here."

"No..." Jiang Xinyue reacted instinctively.

“I won’t let you go.” Yi Qingcheng gently kissed her slender back. “Stay tonight. I know you don’t want to leave me either, and I know you live with your brother. You both worry about him being home alone. But just for one night. I know you have to take care of him. I’ll try to stay during the day afterward… Xinyue, can you really bear to leave like this?”

Jiang Xinyue’s body went limp, and she leaned softly into his arms. She didn’t want to leave either; she didn’t want to be separated from him like this. She wished she could be with him day and night, but reason told her she had to go home. However, reason was ultimately defeated by the strong desire in her heart.

“Call your brother.” Yi Qingcheng handed her his phone. She hesitated, her heart in turmoil, but finally took the phone. She picked up her clothes to go to the bathroom to make the call, but Yi Qingcheng took the shirt from her hands. “Where are you going?” He leaned against the bed, naked, like the young and handsome Zeus, the king of the gods, completely unconcerned about her gaze.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away from him, ignoring his lingering gaze on her, even though she was naked like him.

"I'm going to make a call." Of course, she wouldn't make it in front of him; she wouldn't dare.

"Make it in bed. You don't want me to hear you talking to your brother? I won't listen, okay? Anyway, I'm not letting you get out of bed." Yi Qingcheng domineeringly wrapped his arm around her waist.

She was torn, but didn't dare insist too much and arouse his suspicion. Yi Qingcheng gestured for her to make the call, and he got out of bed to get a towel.

"Hey, A-Kai, where are you?"

"Still at school. You're home? Missed me? I'll be back soon." Jiang Diaokai's cool voice came through. Jiang Xinyue's heart pounded as she saw Yi Qingcheng come out of the bathroom and jump onto the bed.

She said quickly, "A-Kai, tonight... I can't go back. The company requires employees to work overtime..." She paused because Yi Qingcheng spread her legs and used a warm towel to clean the marks on her private parts. Seeing her looking at him, he gestured for her to continue.

Jiang Xinyue blushed. She heard Jiang Diaokai say, "No way, what company requires overtime? Just quit, I'll support you when you come back." Jiang Xinyue quickly covered the microphone, while Yi Qingcheng, after cleaning her up, moved his mouth to her, taking her red, swollen petals into his mouth and licking and sucking them.

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath, but didn't dare push him away. She quickly said, "Akai, the company recently started a project, and this is the last day for acceptance, so everyone has to work overtime. It won't be like this again. I promise this is the first and the last time. You have to be good. There's cooked food in the fridge when you get home. Heat it up yourself. You must eat dinner, don't go hungry... Someone's calling me, I have to go now. If you promise me this time, I'll promise you anything you need in the future. Be good, I'll hang up now." Jiang Xinyue hung up the phone and couldn't help but moan.

"Qingcheng... ahh... don't do this..." Her chest heaved rapidly. Yi Qingcheng raised his face, his lips gleaming. "Your brother is very clingy to you, isn't he? You're such a good sister. Judging from the tone of your voice on the phone, I'm almost jealous of my future brother-in-law." He was only teasing her half-jokingly, but he didn't notice that Jiang Xinyue's expression had changed. He pulled Jiang Xinyue's body closer, lifted one of her legs, and in a side position, slowly inserted his engorged desire.

Author's Note:

Thank you so much ginnywoo for the "love cake" and "blessing card"! I'm so touched~~ Kisses~~ My personal double-sided magazine will be out very soon! The cover will be finished on the 19th of this month, and the bookmark is so cute! Drooling~~ Yay! Everyone, look forward to it!

Chapter 108: Past Lives Like a Dream

Although they both enjoyed this lovemaking session, Yi Qingcheng sensed that Jiang Xinyue was somewhat distracted. He deliberately increased the intensity, and Jiang Xinyue's body swayed, her fair breasts bobbing before his eyes.

"Ah...ah...Qingcheng...slower...ah..." Jiang Xinyue pleaded in a soft, coquettish voice, always half-heartedly charming.

He didn't slow down, but instead worked even harder, reaching the peak of sexual intercourse with her. The man's abundant semen filled the woman's vagina. He didn't withdraw but left it inside her, his arms tightly holding her slightly sweaty body.

The two of them were like a pair of naked conjoined twins, and her lower body was filled to the brim. She shifted uncomfortably, and he threatened, "Don't move, or we'll do it again."

A blush rose on her face, and she dared not move again, her slender white legs clinging tightly to his strong buttocks, the position quite ambiguous.

"What were you thinking about just now?" His hand stroked her hair, his tone slightly domineering.

"Hmm?" Jiang Xinyue feigned ignorance. "No... I wasn't thinking about anything."

"You're not as focused as you were the last few times," Yi Qingcheng said, seeing right through her.

Jiang Xinyue was a little embarrassed: "I... I was worried about A-Kai. I wasn't actually working overtime, but I told him..." She felt uneasy lying to Jiang Diaokai because he was too smart, and she was afraid he wouldn't believe her.

"So that's what it was. Aren't you working overtime now?" Yi Qingcheng smiled at her, making Jiang Xinyue blush. This man was wicked, but his wickedness was ingrained, subtle yet captivating. He then reassured her, "It's true that Qingcheng Group is working overtime today. I'll inform Pei Sen later, and all employees will work overtime together."

"Qingcheng..." Jiang Xinyue looked at him, her eyes slightly misty, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Are you secretly cursing me like an ancient tyrant? Actually, employees are usually quite willing to work overtime occasionally because there are generous bonuses. Don't worry," Yi Qingcheng said.

“I know.” Jiang Xinyue reached out and hugged him, pressing her face against his chest. She had never chatted so easily with a man in this position before; it felt both intimate and novel.

“Are you hungry?” Yi Qingcheng pulled her up slightly, and she let out a soft moan as his desire deepened.

“Yes, I’m hungry,” she answered honestly, her stomach growling in response. Yi Qingcheng laughed, “I’ll have the housekeeper bring dinner into the room in a bit.”

“No… let’s go downstairs to eat.” Jiang Xinyue objected, blushing. How could anyone see them like this, with the lingering scent in the room?

“We can discuss that later.” Yi Qingcheng’s dark eyes held a slight smile. Before Jiang Xinyue could even process what he was doing, he had already lifted her up. He was tall and imposing, like he was holding a little girl. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, their genitals pressed tightly together. With each step he took, the friction between their bodies sent shivers down her spine.

He walked to the mirror and showed her. She looked in the mirror and blushed even more when she saw the two naked people intertwined in the reflection. Yi Qingcheng pulled her buttocks back little by little, and the two parts of their bodies slowly separated in the mirror. His large penis slowly withdrew from her lower body, "pop," and she groaned softly.

He pulled open one of her labia with one hand, showing her that her tender, red vulva was still a little swollen, and white semen was flowing from the small, tender hole, dripping onto the floor.

His still swollen, large penis was also covered with their bodily fluids and was constantly erect.

Stimulated by this scene, her vulva quickly closed, and Jiang Xinyue pressed her breasts tightly against Yi Qingcheng's chest. Yi Qingcheng opened his mouth and kissed her lips, holding her tightly, while the sticky fluid flowing from her vulva wet his firm lower abdomen and dripped onto his erect penis.

"Put your clothes on properly, otherwise I won't be able to eat. I just wish I could devour you whole." Yi Qingcheng helped her put on her shirt, then put on his bathrobe and went downstairs. He returned shortly after, carrying a tray full of food, wine, and candlesticks.

He turned off the light, lit the candlesticks, and the room instantly became dimly lit and intimate. He took a sip of red wine, kissed her lips, and their lips and tongues intertwined, the rich wine spreading everywhere. They passionately sucked on each other, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance between their lips and teeth. They consumed half a glass of wine for over an hour, not to mention how they ate anything else.

After dinner, Yi Qingcheng put on a DVD, and when the movie was halfway through and the male and female protagonists were passionately kissing, they were already kissing each other, exploring each other's bodies as if this day was the end of the world, and they had to be intimate until death.

They did it countless times, entangled until late into the night before finally falling asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.

In the early hours of the morning, Jiang Xinyue woke up once. Opening her eyes, she was immediately struck by Yi Qingcheng's captivating face. She was momentarily dazed, but instantly remembered everything that had happened the day before, and a sweet feeling washed over her.

She gazed at him, seemingly never tiring of the sight. The sapphire pendant hung quietly on his exceptionally sensual chest. Jiang Xinyue picked it up, stroking the back with her fingertips. Beneath her fingers were two engraved characters; without even looking, she knew they read: Xinyue (New Moon).

This necklace had once been hers, worn around her neck until she was twelve. For the next sixteen years, it had been with him. What kind of fate was this? What a tragic destiny? Her eyes slowly welled up with tears.

She had never been able to tell if it was a dream or reality. She was never sure if that kind of thing had truly happened to her, if such a boy truly existed in this world. Yes, she had been raped when she was twelve, but strangely, all the pain was diluted by that dreamlike feeling, while the image of that boy was etched exceptionally clearly into her mind.

She was only twelve years old that year, just starting junior high school and having just experienced her first period. She was a day student; the school was very close to home, only a fifteen-minute walk. That day, school ended at five o'clock, but the sky was overcast and low, like seven or eight o'clock. It started raining as soon as she stepped out

of the school gate. She opened the purple folding umbrella her mother had prepared for her. People on the street hurried by, but she wasn't in a rush. Two books she planned to read that evening were tucked under her arm. She strolled leisurely along the slowly accumulating puddles, even playfully splashing in them.

After entering junior high, the workload became much heavier. Every day was a simple routine of home and school, always a hurried pace. She was happy to relax on this rainy day. If her mother asked, she could make an excuse, saying the rain was too heavy and she had been delayed while seeking shelter on the way.

And to buy herself some time, she chose the less-traveled path. The main road from school to home took fifteen minutes, while the path took twenty. The

path was usually deserted, and on a rainy day, it was practically empty. Jiang Xinyue, though young, was captivated by the rainy atmosphere. She walked lightly along the path, umbrella in hand, sometimes tilting her face up to feel the cool mist seeping in, occasionally kicking up a small puddle and smiling contentedly.

She had no premonition; her young heart was simply indulging in this rare moment of ease. She tilted her face up, feeling the raindrops, and held out her slender, white hand to catch them under the umbrella, a light smile on her face. When she looked away, she suddenly stopped, for she saw the boy standing not far away.

The boy was tall, thin, and upright; in the early, dusky twilight, his figure resembled a white poplar tree. It was getting dark, and she could only make out his handsome features. She could guess that he must be very good-looking. The only thing she could make out was his eyes, which were staring intently at her. They were like two black poppies blooming in the darkness, so deep, so profound, so dark, yet they had a fatal attraction that made her unable to look away from him after she saw him.

Chapter 109 You Have a Lover?

The two stared at each other, oblivious to time and space. Suddenly, the boy strode towards her. Surprisingly, she wasn't afraid, only her heart pounding nervously. His hand gripped hers tightly, a grip that hurt slightly. Before she could react, he had pulled her into the alley, pressing her slender body beneath him.

The sky grew even darker, the raindrops heavier. Her small purple umbrella had long been left on the wet ground. His movements were rough; he pressed her down, lifting her skirt and tearing at her underwear.

Jiang Xinyue only then realized what was happening. She struggled desperately, pounding on the boy's strong back, but it was all in vain. A tearing pain shot through her lower body as something strange and huge plunged into her. The boy was on top of her, thrusting into her like a wild animal. Her body stiffened, she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

He paused, his dark eyes meeting her tearful gaze. In his eyes, she was like a terrified fawn. But in the girl's eyes, he wasn't a wicked beast. His beautiful, dark eyes, though tainted with intense lust, remained as deadly as a poppy. They held a mixture of darkness, decadence, and decay, yet also a strange allure. Now, the boy's eyes held a hidden, unfamiliar tenderness.

"Let me go..." she pleaded in a hoarse, still-childish voice.

"No, are you an angel sent to me by heaven? I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but you taste so sweet, I can't control myself..."

It was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard, echoing softly in her ear. His burning lips descended, kissing her cheeks, every inch of her skin. But his assault didn't stop; he remained like a hungry little beast, eagerly licking his sweet offering.

The girl's narrow, sacred space was forced to endure his brutality and size. Her body felt nothing but tearing and pain, and her consciousness slowly faded...

When she awoke, it was already dark, and she lay in a muddy alley, her white dress stained with mud. Before her eyes floated those dark, deep, yet venomous eyes. A shiver ran through her; her bones ached as she sat up, the mud beneath her tinged with crimson.

She sat in the mud, completely dazed. She remembered the tearing pain, but the deeper impression was of those eyes, that voice—it seemed a single glance, a single sound, had been etched firmly into her memory.

Was it real? Was it just a dream? Although a faint discomfort lingered in her body, the girl was already confused.

That day, she threw the soiled underwear into the trash can and stumbled home. Her parents were frantic with worry, and they were terrified when they saw her come in. Her mother grabbed her, asking what was wrong and why

she was so late. For some reason, she was calm. She said she'd been sheltering from the rain and had tripped and fallen on her way home. Her mother busied herself preparing a bath, and her father went to the kitchen to cook, neither suspecting anything.

Life returned to normal, a routine of going back and forth between home and work. Sometimes she dreamed of the boy, but she increasingly felt it was just a dream. She didn't tell her mother when she had her first period, feeling embarrassed. Her classmate noticed something was wrong and, being a little more mature, told her what to do. After her first period, she never had another. The twelve-year-old girl didn't understand that this was completely abnormal; she didn't know that a little life was quietly growing inside her.

This little life was stubborn and tenacious. During those days, she was very busy with her studies, didn't eat much, and was thin and frail, yet it stubbornly clung to her tender womb, absorbing the meager nutrients it provided. She didn't even feel anything different about her body until she was seven months pregnant. Her mother noticed something was wrong when she was taking a bath. She had always been very thin, with a flat stomach without any excess fat, but now her lower abdomen was suspiciously bulging.

Returning from the hospital, her mother was almost frantic because the doctor advised them to keep the baby; it was too big for an abortion. Her mother kept asking her what was going on, but she always answered that she didn't know. At twelve years old, she was almost numb. She didn't understand how much this would affect a girl, and she had no concept of pregnancy or childbirth. She genuinely didn't know how the child in her belly came out, because she always thought it was a dream.

The rest of the story is cliché: her parents helped her drop out of school, and the whole family went on a trip—actually, they went to City A to stay with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng knew everything about Jiang Xinyue's situation, and for years he had been investigating the murderer they "imagined."

When Jiang Xinyue returned to City B, her mother was holding Jiang Diaokai, who was only a few months old. The neighbors all knew that Jiang's mother had gone out to have a second child, but since the birth permit had been obtained long ago, no one bothered. Besides, the country didn't allow second births, so Jiang's mother's departure was perfectly reasonable, and no one suspected anything. On the contrary, many people came to congratulate them on having a child in their middle age.

From then on, Jiang Xinyue, who was almost thirteen, had a younger brother, and the Jiang family became a family of four.

In her memory, he was like a dark angel. That dreamlike past didn't leave too much psychological trauma, but as she grew older, she began to understand some of the ways of the world and the pressures of society. Slowly, she began to find it difficult to face Jiang Diaokai, and thus their relationship gradually became distant.

She never imagined she would meet him again in reality, or fall in love with him again. The amazing feeling he gave her when she was twelve was still there, still making her heart flutter. Perhaps she already had feelings for him back then, but she just didn't know it.

In the morning, when Jiang Xinyue woke up, Yi Qingcheng was already gone. She chuckled inwardly at her own melancholy; she'd already missed him so soon after their separation. After getting dressed, she gently picked up a single strand of hair that had fallen onto his pillow.

His hair was unusual; it wasn't jet black, but rather had a faint golden tinge, almost like a deep chestnut brown at first glance, as if it had been deliberately bleached. In truth, Jiang Xinyue knew that a man like him wouldn't bleach his hair so casually.

This hair seemed familiar, as if she'd seen it somewhere before. Jiang Xinyue pondered, then suddenly her expression changed; she seemed to have remembered something. She took out a notebook from her backpack and carefully tucked the strand of hair into the cover page.

That morning, she'd received two calls from Nangong Ji; the young man wanted her to meet him, but she'd refused both times—of course, she didn't dare truly refuse; she'd simply said she was too busy and would see him tomorrow or the day after. Just after hanging up, Yi Qingcheng returned. Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but thankfully, time was precious to them; whenever they had time, they were together, so they had no time to worry about anything else.

That evening, as soon as Jiang Diaokai opened his bedroom door, he smelled the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen. He tossed aside his schoolbag and walked into the dining room, where he saw several of his favorite dishes already laid out on the table. Jiang Xinyue came out of the kitchen carrying a plate.

"Why are you back so early?" Jiang Diaokai asked, looking at the dishes on the table.

"Well, I worked overtime last night, so I got off work early today. I made your favorite dishes," Jiang Xinyue said solicitously, pulling out a chair for him.

Jiang Diaokai didn't sit down. Instead, he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Jiang Xinyue's waist, and slammed her against the wall. Jiang Xinyue was completely encircled by him. He said, "So, you dared to hang up on me yesterday, and you think you can just send me away with a few dishes?"

"No," Jiang Xinyue said, somewhat embarrassed, as she pushed him away. "I was just too busy yesterday. I didn't mean to. Diaokai, let's eat first, the food will get cold soon."

Jiang Diaokai grabbed her hand and pressed her against the wall again. His lower body was pressed tightly against hers, making her feel his surging desire: "I don't want to eat, I want to eat you first." He said, kissing her lips.

Jiang Xinyue pushed him away abruptly: "Daikai... don't do this. Can we not do this again? Can we go back to how we were before? Or you can go back to school in B City..." After saying this, Jiang Xinyue was stunned.

"What did you say?" Jiang Diaokai's face darkened. He pinched her chin, forcing her face towards him. Under his gaze, her expression became somewhat unnatural, yet a subtle allure lingered in her eyes and brows. He scrutinized her small face. "Have you fallen in love with someone? Or are you having an affair?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Jiang Xinyue's face flushed red.

"Then why?" Jiang Diaokai's fingers unconsciously tightened their grip.

"Because what we're doing is wrong. Even siblings shouldn't do this, let alone... a mother and son." At the mention of this, Jiang Xinyue's eyes reddened. This was forever her deepest pain, her deepest knot.

"So what if we're mother and son?" Jiang Diaokai scoffed. In his heart, ethics were worthless. "Who says a son and mother can't have a relationship? Isn't it said that a son is his mother's lover from a past life? And who said you are? You're only related by blood. In my heart, I only have one mother, and she's in B City. Emotionally, I've never acknowledged you as my mother. Didn't you give birth to me for this day? As long as I'm here, I won't allow any other man to touch you. Only I can touch you, can fuck you... Don't even think about marrying a man. I won't let you go. Right now, I want to fuck you, to thrust into that tight, wet little cunt..."

"Stop talking..." Jiang Xinyue pushed him away forcefully, but Jiang Diaokai had already picked her up.

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