Chaрtеr 23 “It hurts, hеlр rub it fоr your brothеr?”
Тhe night was dеep.
Тhе mаn’s еуеs werе dаrk аs ink.
His wаrm fingertiрs lightly prеssеd agаinst the girl’s dеliсаte liрs, аnd with her shаllоw brеаths, thеу аmbiguouslу tanglеd with thе pads of his fingers, stirring uр a blаzing hidden firе.
Сеn Zhоu’s Adam’s аpplе bоbbеd slightlу.
Dark dеsire surgеd in the deрths оf his еуеs.
Hе gently lifted hеr сhin.
Нis tаll frаme slowly lеаnеd down.
Нis breаth, out of соntrоl аnd chaоtiс, inched сloser аnd сlоsеr to thе girl’s сrimson, full lips.
Just as he was about tо touсh thеm…
Rеаsоn abruрtly returned.
Сen Zhоu clоsed his еyes slightly, the turbulent undercurrents within them, and let out a low, suppressed sigh through pursed lips.
The veins on the back of his hand tensed with restraint, and in the end, he controlled himself, tilting his chin slightly upward, imprinting that scorching kiss lightly on her forehead.
Respect is the prerequisite for affection.
No matter how much he might act like a beast, he couldn’t be so despicable as to take advantage and steal her first kiss without the little girl’s consent.
Cen Zhou lowered his gaze, looking at the girl’s tempting red lips so close at hand, his Adam’s apple bobbed again with unbearable desire.
“Baby…”
His thumb gently stroked her tender lips, his deep eyes misted with dangerous, obsessive aggression. “I really want to kiss you to death right now…”
But what’s the point of doing it so sneakily?
He wanted to openly possess everything about her.
He wanted her to be fully conscious, sinking for him at every moment.
He wanted her eyes to clearly reflect his image, to bloom with passion for him only in his embrace.
That was the true way to conquer a city.
Merely tasting a hint of her sweetness was never what he wanted.
Cen Zhou reluctantly withdrew his fingertips.
He straightened his back, somewhat feverishly tugging at the collar he had just straightened not long ago, and rotated the prayer beads on his wrist, suppressing that thirst.
After calming down for a moment.
Cen Zhou tidied his slightly disheveled collar back into impeccable order.
Once again, he became the composed, refined, and peerlessly elegant gentleman in the girl’s eyes.
“Get in the car.” He glanced indifferently at Xu Kang standing not far away.
Huh?
So fast?
President Cen couldn’t possibly be that quick!
Xu Kang, who had turned his back, twitched his ears and immediately turned around curiously at the sound.
He stealthily glanced at the elegantly upright man and the peacefully sleeping girl, his eyes widening in surprise.
Hiss…
Judging by the situation, it seemed nothing had happened.
Xu Kang walked toward the driver’s seat with a relieved expression.
Phew, I thought President Cen wouldn’t be able to hold back and would do something inhuman to the young mistress while she was asleep.
Turns out I wronged President Cen.
It seems President Cen hasn’t completely lost his humanity.
He still knows how to write the phrase “remain unmoved by temptation.”
The car drove smoothly all the way toward the Imperial Garden Hotel.
“Mmm…”
Qiao Zhiyang woke up groggily.
She let out a soft whimper and slowly half-opened her drowsy eyes.
Her consciousness hadn’t fully returned yet.
As was her usual habit, she stretched her pink, soft cheek toward the direction of her “hug pillow.”
Huh?
Today’s hug pillow seems a bit different?
Somewhat firm.
But quite comfortable.
Because she lacked a sense of security, she liked to hug something while sleeping and also enjoyed rubbing her face against it after waking up.
Qiao Zhiyang curved the corners of her lips, unconsciously nuzzling against the man’s firm muscles.
A soft chuckle suddenly came from above her head.
Along with the laughter, his chest trembled slightly, causing her soft cheek to tremble lightly as well.
Before she could react…That familiar, low, magnetic voice slowly drifted into her ear, “Awake?”
Qiao Zhiyang: ?
How strange.
Why does Mr. Cen’s voice sound so close to her?
So close, it’s as if she’s nestled in his arms right now…
.
Qiao Zhiyang opened her eyes in confusion and looked up.
Instantly, she met a pair of deep, narrow phoenix eyes.
Qiao Zhiyang: “…”
Qiao Zhiyang: ???
Her originally drowsy, watery eyes widened in an instant.
She was completely awake now.
Holy crap!!!
How did she end up lying in Mr. Cen’s arms!?
So what she was rubbing against earlier wasn’t a pillow, but Mr. Cen!?
( ＞﹏＜。)!
“Sorry.”
The now fully awake Qiao Zhiyang immediately tried to shrink away to the side, exclaiming urgently, “I didn’t mean to—”
Just as she was speaking, a sharp screech of brakes suddenly sounded beside her ear.
Caught off guard by the sudden inertia, she instantly lost her balance.
All her senses went blank in that moment.
All she could see was Cen Zhou suddenly reaching out, grabbing her wrist, and pulling her toward him.
Under the force of the impact, she shot toward his chest like a little cannonball.
Her entire flushed face landed squarely on his abs!
“Mmph…”
Cen Zhou’s breathing grew heavier, and he couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
“President Cen, a stray dog suddenly darted out in front just now. You and the young…”
Xu Kang, sitting in the driver’s seat, had just stopped the car and turned around when the rest of his words abruptly cut off.
Holy moly!
This is so intense!
President Cen, did you secretly conspire with that stray dog just now behind my back???
Xu Kang stared in stunned silence.
Cen Zhou lifted his eyelids slightly, giving him a cold, indifferent glance.
“!!!”
Receiving the silent warning from someone, Xu Kang shuddered violently.
He immediately turned back around, pretending as if nothing had happened, and continued driving.
A subtle, ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.
The scent of mature, masculine pheromones, mixed with the crisp fragrance of oud, lingered intimately around her nose.
Qiao Zhiyang’s hands pressed against his firm, resilient chest.
Through the thin fabric of his shirt, her soft palms could clearly feel the warmth radiating from within.
It was as if some memory trigger had been activated.
It reminded her of the last time at the airport when her hands had also pressed against his chest like this.
But this time, the warmth of his body seemed even more scorching…
The girl was still in a daze.
Her faint, delicate fragrance silently wrapped around him like a hook.
Cen Zhou’s hand, adorned with prayer beads, suddenly tightened.
Prominent veins, full of tension, faintly surfaced on the back of his hand.
He leaned his head back against the seat, suppressing his heavy, ragged breaths with some difficulty, struggling to maintain his composure and restraint.
Ah…
This is really too much.
All that good self-control, that effortless restraint—in front of her, it all crumbled into defeat.
The man’s scorching breath jolted the dazed girl awake.
“Sorry!”
Qiao Zhiyang quickly sat back up, straightening her posture, her hands obediently resting on her knees, her entire face flushed bright red. “I didn’t mean to crash into you like that.”
Flustered, she tried to explain, her mind in chaos. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Does it hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?”
As soon as the words left her mouth.
Qiao Zhiyang’s face flushed even redder.
Ahhh, what kind of foolish thing is she saying!!Why doesn’t real life have an undo function?!
Help me…
Let the world end already T_T
“Hmm?” The man’s voice lifted at the end, carrying a seductive, husky tone.
Cen Zhou watched the girl’s flushed face with amusement and chuckled softly. “It does hurt a bit.”
“Then—”
He leaned slightly closer to her.
His languid, sensual voice wrapped around her ear, lingering and tempting. “Help your brother rub it?”