Tang Yushen was a man with an overpowering presence and an assertive demeanor.
With both hands braced like this, his masculine hormones relentlessly invaded her senses.
A light, fresh citrus fragrance.
It was probably Bvlgari’s Thé Vert men’s cologne.
“Xiao Xi’er, what are you thinking about?” Tang Yushen deliberately teased her, “Your face is all red, are you having naughty thoughts?”
Right now, he wanted to crawl into Xia Qiaoxi’s mind to see what she was thinking.
So he could satisfy her.
Xia Qiaoxi continued to lean back until the back of her head rested against the sofa back. “I just think it’s too early to talk about sons and all that. I’m only 21, I don’t want children this early, and besides…”
“Besides what?” Tang Yushen pressed.
“I’ve heard that babies conceived when two people are in love turn out cuter. Let’s talk about it after we’ve developed feelings for each other.” Xia Qiaoxi stared at his approaching face, then closed her eyes when she had nowhere left to retreat.
In her previous life, as she lay dying in his arms, she had said her biggest regret was not having a child with him, that in the next life she would give him many, many children.
But now…
Xiao Xi’er didn’t remember her past life, and didn’t even want to have children with him.
Leaning back like this, she resembled a doll entirely at his mercy.
Tang Yushen slowly drew closer, his thin lips descending.
He had originally intended to question her about why she went to apply for a passport and visa, whether she was planning to leave him.
Yet he hadn’t managed to voice a single question.
Only feeling heartache.
After her passport and visa were processed, he could find an excuse to take her abroad for a vacation.
Xiao Xi’er would probably be happy.
Xia Qiaoxi was being kissed, and for some reason, this kiss from Tang Yushen wasn’t as domineering as before, instead feeling much gentler.
But it was also prolonged.
His teeth gently nibbled and moved over her lips, and in the quiet side hall, only their soft or heavy panting could be heard.
Xia Qiaoxi felt like she was going crazy, bewitched.
She actually found kissing Tang Yushen to be a very pleasurable experience.
It seemed to relax her mind.
She somewhat enjoyed this feeling of her mind going blank, not thinking about anything.
So comfortable that a soft moan escaped her throat: “Mmm…”
Her right hand unconsciously hooked around Tang Yushen’s waist.
Tang Yushen opened his eyes and glanced down, chuckling softly.
Xiao Xi’er was starting to enjoy it.
The day he could fully conquer Xiao Xi’er was within sight!
Xia Qiaoxi’s face flushed bright red. “Why are you kissing me again…”
“You closed your eyes, weren’t you asking me to kiss you?” Tang Yushen retorted.
“No, it’s because you were too close…”
“But you were clearly enjoying it just now.” Tang Yushen said with lingering desire, “Let’s do it again.”
“No!” Xia Qiaoxi refused.
She turned her head away, pursing her thin lips slightly.
She wasn’t savoring the memory!
“Yes, we will!” Tang Yushen cupped her face. “I haven’t kissed enough.”
He pressed down forcefully again. Xia Qiaoxi gripped Tang Yushen’s shirt, wrinkling his neatly ironed garment, arched her neck, and began to enjoy it.
Xiao Xi’er’s lips were soft, like the cotton candy he ate as a child, carrying a hint of sweetness without being cloying.
He didn’t crave sweets as a child, but now he craved her.
Tang Yushen panted softly as he kissed her snow-white neck, but he supported his weight, not pressing down fully.
Xia Qiaoxi tilted her head, her voice damp as she asked, “Have… have you kissed enough?”
“No…” Tang Yushen’s eyes were slightly red as he took a deep breath. “Xiao Xi’er…”
“Mhm.”
She responded softly.
“I feel awful.” Tang Yushen’s voice was unusually hoarse.
“Where does it hurt?” Xia Qiaoxi asked, then realized something was slightly off.
“N-never mind…”
Tang Yushen suddenly sat beside her and held her tightly, “It’s fine, I can endure it for now.”
He just held her to calm himself down.
Xia Qiaoxi couldn’t help glancing at him from the corner of her eye. His eyes were closed, the calm pupils beneath his long, curled lashes unmoving. The beauty mark at the corner of his eye was exquisite and captivating.
She wanted to touch it.
But in this position, with Tang Yushen not asleep and his breathing growing increasingly heavy, she didn’t even dare move her body, keeping her hands clasped on her lap.
Tang Yushen held her like this for nearly half an hour before nuzzling against her shoulder like a spoiled child, “Xiao Xi’er…”
“I’m a bit hungry.” Xia Qiaoxi had been busy all day and was now starving.
“I’m hungry too.” Tang Yushen restrained himself and sat up properly.
So hungry!
Ravenous!
Starving!
Once they crossed that line someday, he would make sure to reclaim everything Xiao Xi’er owed him.
He’d reclaim it all, day and night.
Until fully satisfied.
Tang Yushen stood up, positioning himself before her.
His white shirt was wrinkled from her grasping, like a pristine noble young master who’d been roughed up.
Yet his suit pants remained sharp and neat, concealing his long, straight legs. The silver-black belt bore intricate dark patterns. A few strands of his typically immaculate black hair fell across his sweeping brow. His complexion was pale, with only his lips—thin upper and fuller lower—showing a faint redness from their kisses. What a sensual man.
“Let’s go eat.” Tang Yushen extended his hand.
His hand was clean too, the palm lines clear and distinct. Though it appeared slender, whether gripping her waist or cupping her face, it held undeniable strength.
The prominent wrist bone peeked from his shirt cuff, pale blue veins visible beneath the skin. Nurses would probably love drawing blood from someone like Tang Yushen—his veins were so clearly defined.
Xia Qiaoxi slowly reached out and placed her hand in his.
Tang Yushen grasped it firmly, treating it like a precious treasure. Holding her hand wasn’t enough—he kept turning to look at her face as they walked.
That evening, Xia Qiaoxi soaked in a bathtub filled with white bubbles. Though her body felt relaxed, she frowned.
That strange, ticklish feeling she’d experienced when kissing Tang Yushen today was too peculiar.
Recalling the sounds she’d made during their kiss made her restless.
“Ah!”
Frustrated, she slapped the water.
Droplets splashed from the tub.
She needed to suppress those unusual feelings. A substitute should only care about money, not emotions.
She slid deeper into the water, gradually submerging her face in the warmth.
She’d once thought about leaving this world like this.
No one in this world loved her.
No one loved her…
Xia Qiaoxi lay in the bathtub, everything dark before her eyes. She seemed to hear frantic footsteps in her ears.
Accompanied by splashing water sounds.
And a low, roaring voice.
“Xia Qiaoxi!”
“Xia Qiaoxi!”
“Xiao Xi’er…”
“Xiao Xi’er…”
A man’s voice.
Tang Yushen’s voice.
She wanted to speak, but her throat felt blocked. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, her arms pinned down as if restrained, unable to lift.
“Xia Qiaoxi—”
His voice sounded crazed, shouting hoarsely.
Her chest felt heavy, pressed until it hurt.
“Cough, cough…”
Xia Qiaoxi coughed up a few mouthfuls of clear water. In the soft glow of the lamplight, through her dazed and blurry eyes, Tang Yushen’s worried and anxious face appeared before her.
“Xia Qiaoxi, have you gone mad?” Tang Yushen gripped her shoulders, his eyes bloodshot, “Were you trying to kill yourself in the bathtub? Tell me, did you take sleeping pills?”