The man lounged against the back of the seat, his posture languid and at ease.
He wore a black shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing the cool, pale lines of his collarbones—refined and beautiful.
His full black hair was combed back, slightly tousled but still retaining its texture, with a few strands falling carelessly over his full forehead.
His cool, weary brows and eyes turned toward her at an unhurried pace.
The instant their gazes met, Su Qingmiao felt as though all the blood in her body had been frozen solid.
Although she had imagined what it would be like to see him again, she had never expected him to come in person.
Last time, he had sent his driver to pick her up.
The man who had tormented her over and over in her dreams had suddenly appeared before her again. The impact was too great, and Su Qingmiao could not react for a moment.
Seeing that she had remained motionless for so long, Jin Boyan raised one brow slightly, his tone teasing. “What? You don’t recognize me anymore?”
Su Qingmiao’s heart pounded wildly. Nervous, she swallowed instinctively before answering, “No.”
Her voice, however, was dry and strained.
She wanted to say: Even if you were reduced to ashes, I would still recognize you.
Only then did she sit down inside.
The driver quickly closed the door.
The car moved smoothly into the traffic, and silence settled over the cabin.
The air was filled with the strange yet familiar scent of fir clinging to him, cold and sharp, with an aggressive edge.
Su Qingmiao could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, again and again, unable to quiet down.
Suddenly, the strong, powerful hand beside her reached over and pulled her onto his lap in one swift motion.
Caught off guard, Su Qingmiao cried out.
Jin Boyan wrapped one arm around her waist and held her tightly against him.
His thighs beneath her were firm, hard, and hot, their warmth slowly seeping into her body.
She felt herself stiffen all over. He was still holding her wrist in his palm, and the heat of his skin was scorching.
Su Qingmiao tried to pull her wrist free. The moment she moved, his deep, magnetic voice descended from above her head, laced with displeasure.
“What are you fidgeting for?”
Su Qingmiao immediately stopped moving.
Jin Boyan could feel how uncomfortable she was. She was as rigid as a piece of wood, and he let out a low laugh.
Why did she look like this every time she saw him, as if he were about to eat her?
Then again, he was going to eat her…
Jin Boyan’s mind was filled with the first night, a month ago, when she had revealed that shy, dazed expression on the bed.
He wanted her. He wanted to torment her.
So he had sent her a message.
Su Qingmiao did not know why he was laughing. Perhaps he found it amusing.
When a master returned from a long journey and saw his little pet again, perhaps it naturally put him in a good mood.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet his eyes.
Light and shadow streamed past outside the window, casting shifting patches of brightness and darkness across his sharply defined profile.
His lips were thin, carrying a hint of aloof, almost inhuman indifference.
“Should we get reacquainted first?” he asked with a lazy smile.
A trace of confusion flashed through her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
The next moment, his exceptionally handsome face lowered toward her.
The crisp scent of a man mingled with a faint taste of alcohol and passed into her mouth.
He caught her lips and gave them a light bite—not hard, not gentle. Only after hearing her faint gasp did he begin to lick and kiss her leisurely.
Just as he remembered, her lips were still so soft, so sweet, and still so inexperienced.
He had originally intended only to have a taste and stop, but suddenly he wanted more.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded hoarsely.
She obeyed, her thin lips parting slightly.
His fingers threaded through the long hair at the back of her neck. His kiss grew more and more forceful, his tongue hooking around hers as he wantonly plundered her breath.
The embarrassing sounds of their lips and tongues were especially clear in the quiet car.
Her fingers seized the shirt over his chest, quickly crumpling it into a mass of wrinkles.
Su Qingmiao felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked from her lungs before he finally released her, still unsatisfied.
Jin Boyan lowered his eyes to look at her.
The white dress outlined her curving figure. A faint blush spread across her snowy skin, while her lips were swollen and red, like cherries ripened to perfection.
Most fatal of all were her eyes. Veiled in moisture, they held a fragile, hesitant allure, as though she had something to say but could not bring herself to say it.
Innocent to the point of being deadly—and alluring to the point of being deadly.
Other women could not arouse even the slightest interest in him. It seemed that only she could.
Ever since that night, when he had seen the tearful profile of her face, he had wanted her. He wanted to make her cry, wanted her to beg him in bed.
Her mother suffered from kidney failure and had finally found a suitable kidney donor, but the surgical fee was astronomical.
Her father, Su Mingyuan, had to work two jobs every day to care for his sick wife.
He had borrowed from every relative, taken online loans, and even borrowed from loan sharks, yet he still could not gather enough money for the surgery.
In utter despair, Su Mingyuan had intended to crash into a car and use the compensation money to pay for his wife’s operation.
The car Su Mingyuan had prepared to crash into that day belonged to him.
Fortunately, Chen Feng had braked in time.
Sitting inside the car, Jin Boyan had happened to see her tearful, blurred face.
It was not difficult for him to obtain something he had taken an interest in when a little manipulation was all it took.
A year.
Jin Boyan felt that he would probably grow tired of her by then.
His thumb brushed over her lips, wiping away the glistening moisture. His eyes darkened. “While I was away, did anyone touch you?”
Su Qingmiao’s pupils contracted sharply.
A hot rush of humiliation and fury surged straight to her head, burning the tips of her ears.
She abruptly turned her face away.
“No.” Her voice was dry, but it carried a firmness she herself did not realize was there.
Seeing the fury filling her eyes and the tight line of her lips, Jin Boyan laughed with pleasure.
Even Little Cat had a temper. Very good. She was lively and interesting.
He leaned lazily against the seatback, his long legs stretching out, his possessiveness unmistakable. “Good, Miaomiao. During this time, you can only be with me. Understand?”
“I don’t like other people touching what belongs to me.”
Yes. To him, she was nothing more than an amusing little toy.
She turned her head away, her voice cold and hard. “I remember what you said back then. I’ll abide by it. Don’t worry.”
*
The car drove into the underground garage.
This was Jin Boyan’s private residence. Normally, he was the only one who lived here.
Jin Boyan got out of the car first. Without waiting for her, he walked straight inside.
She followed silently behind him.
Su Qingmiao removed her canvas shoes and changed into the women’s slippers that belonged to her.
Jin Boyan’s gaze lingered for an instant on her fair ankle and rounded toes. His eyes darkened before he turned away. “Go take a shower.”
Su Qingmiao curled and uncurled her fingers, then placed her backpack on the sofa and went to the bathroom.
When she came out, the master bedroom was lit.
She walked inside.
Jin Boyan had already showered and changed into a dark silk robe. He was leaning against the headboard, the wall lamp beside him tracing the deep, well-defined planes of his features.
The robe was untied, and the distinct lines of his chest and abdominal muscles were faintly visible, rising and falling with his breathing.
Hearing the sound, he lifted his eyes.
Her pale pink lace robe was trimmed with white lace. The steam from the shower had left her little face rosy and soft, while her long lashes trembled lightly. Her almond-shaped eyes were moist, giving her a sweetness touched with innocent sensuality.
Jin Boyan’s Adam’s apple rolled deeply several times. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Come here.”
Su Qingmiao moved toward him stiffly and stopped beside the bed.
Her eyes lowered to the edge of the covers. Although she had been through this before, she was still extremely nervous, her palms already damp with sweat.
She could feel his heated gaze, like a savage lion watching its delicious prey.
The next second, his fingers easily undid the tie of her robe. The garment slipped completely from her body and fell around her feet.
She could not help shrinking back. She abruptly closed her eyes, her fingertips digging hard into her palms, her face turning slightly pale.
Jin Boyan’s breathing grew rough. No woman had ever made him feel this way.
Then his strong arms lifted her up and settled her kneeling on his lap.
Another scorching kiss fell upon her, beginning at her lips before traveling downward.
His palm pressed against her slightly cool back, its heat astonishing.
He felt her trembling.
“Cold?” he asked, his lips almost touching the shell of her ear, his breath burning hot.
Su Qingmiao’s entire body was rigid, and she could not speak.
He did not seem to need an answer.
He grew more and more forceful. The places where his kisses landed began to hurt, and she could not quite bear it. A few muffled whimpers escaped her.
“Does it hurt?” He lifted his eyes. The desire in their dark depths was impossible to conceal.
Su Qingmiao was somewhat afraid and gave a small nod.
“It hurts already, and I haven’t even started?” He curved his lips, the smile in his eyes faintly arrogant. “Why are you still so sensitive?”
Su Qingmiao bit her lower lip, no longer knowing what to say. She looked pitiful.
“Just endure it for a while.” He opened the drawer.
Su Qingmiao’s body sank into the soft bed.
Jin Boyan did not know why, but he seemed especially impatient tonight.
Perhaps he had dreamed of this scene countless times during the month he had spent abroad.
He had gone a month without sex. He felt that this was merely a man’s normal physical need.
“Mm…”
He caught her hand with one hand and held it above her head. A sound spilled from the corner of her lips.
Her voice was soft and seductive, like a feather brushing over the heart’s most sensitive point, leaving his ears tingling.
“So good, Miaomiao,” he murmured indistinctly as his kisses traveled down along her collarbone. “Make that sound again.”