Yin Huan tilted her head, meeting his deep dark eyes. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I won’t let you kiss me… Mmm…” Yin Huan was cut off as he cupped the back of her head, his heated lips pressing against hers.
Bo Xun’s mouth carried a faint scent of green tea—had this guy brushed his teeth after breakfast?
He attacked fiercely, storming past her defenses to breach her teeth, plundering her mouth and stealing her oxygen.
He was utterly wicked—how could he keep kissing her like this?
Bo Xun’s kissing skill was rather average; he probably hadn’t kissed anyone before, given how he didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath.
Yin Huan beat her small fists against him, but he captured her hands.
“Mmm…”
“Bo… Ah…”
The car’s air conditioning blew cold air, yet Yin Huan felt unbearably hot.
Especially Bo Xun’s body—it felt scorching.
After kissing her lips, Bo Xun moved to her face.
Yin Huan grabbed his hair. “Don’t! I’m wearing makeup!”
Driven by desire, Bo Xun urgently wanted to be close to her.
Denied her face, he turned to her slender neck.
“Mmm~”
Yin Huan arched her neck, delicate pants escaping her red lips.
“Are you crazy? There’s makeup on my neck too…”
“Ah! Be gentle!”
“Are you trying to bite through my neck?”
Buried in the crook of her shoulder, Bo Xun’s lips brushed against her fair, tender skin—fragrant and soft. He loved it so much!
He adored it.
Yin Huan’s body was soft, and the sounds she made when kissed were mesmerizing, weaving intricately into his heart.
He just didn’t understand why there was makeup on her neck too.
“Bo Xun, get off me.”
Bo Xun nuzzled her soft neck, then gripped her waist with both hands and lifted her.
Yin Huan ended up sitting sideways on Bo Xun’s lap. Her recently ravished lips glistened red, and from shyness, her pale cheeks flushed a delicate pink—like a budding rose, radiant and alluring.
“What are you doing?” Yin Huan braced against his shoulders. “Can’t you behave even in the car?”
She’d have to reconsider riding with him in the future.
“I want to hold you.” Bo Xun wrapped his arms around her waist. “Can you stop resisting so much? We’re married.”
“So?”
“You need to get used to my touch. Intimacy between us is inevitable—I’m not the type of man who’s sexually indifferent.” Even with the driver present, Bo Xun spoke openly about his desires without embarrassment.
“I am.”
“You… sexually indifferent?” Bo Xun narrowed his eyes skeptically.
“Probably… yes.” Yin Huan wasn’t sure either.
But she knew she didn’t want to sit on Bo Xun’s lap like this.
His hands tightened around her waist, the muscles under his white shirt bulging. Pressed against Bo Xun’s chest, her arms draped lightly over his broad shoulders—the pose was far too intimate.
“We’ll find out after marriage.” Bo Xun wasn’t discouraged in the slightest.
Yin Huan’s uncertainty suggested she’d never been intimate with other men, including the one she’d secretly loved.
Not even the man who’d inspired Yin Huan, the proud and delicate beautiful red rose, to write love letters.
“Yin Huan, you promised me.” Bo Xun reminded her when she stayed silent.
Yin Huan gave a noncommittal “Hmm.”
“Don’t even think about backing out.” Bo Xun snorted triumphantly. “Tomorrow night is our wedding night. You can’t escape.”
“Oh.More perfunctory responses.
Yin Huan’s lazy, indifferent attitude drove Bo Xun crazy.
Such an important matter as their marital life, and that was her reaction.
Damn.
Could Yin Huan really be frigid?
“Mmm…”
The hand on her waist gave a squeeze, and Yin Huan slapped the back of Bo Xun’s hand. “Stop squeezing!”
That soft moan Yin Huan just let out was so delightful.
Yin Huan’s slap didn’t hurt, so Bo Xun, who couldn’t resist being mischievous for even a day, squeezed again.
Yin Huan slapped him once more.
“Hmph…”
“Ah!”
Yin Huan wrapped her hands around his neck. “Let go!”
Bo Xun pinched her waist, while Yin Huan squeezed his neck. The two of them were locked in a standoff inside the car.
Pinching a waist probably wouldn’t kill anyone, but a neck was another matter.
But Bo Xun knew Yin Huan wouldn’t go that far.
Besides, Yin Huan wasn’t using that much force.
Instead of getting angry, he laughed, leaning back relaxed against the seat. The soft sensation on his neck made his heart itch. “Go ahead, squeeze! A husband’s body is for his wife to play with!”
Why did Yin Huan feel like squeezing him was making him happy?
That wouldn’t do.
She couldn’t let Bo Xun feel any pleasure.
Yin Huan released her grip. “I seriously suspect you’re an M.”
“Then my wife must be my S.”
Yin Huan’s beautiful eyelashes fluttered. “I never would’ve guessed. Bo Xun, a domineering CEO, actually knows about this stuff? Have you studied it in depth?”
“No.”
“Then how did you find out?” Yin Huan demanded.
Could Bo Xun have been messing around with something shady behind her back?
“Darling, even if I haven’t seen it, haven’t I heard of it?” Bo Xun replied calmly. “Is it wrong to be knowledgeable?”
“That’s not the kind of knowledge you should be learning.”
“Then why don’t you teach me, darling? What positions should I learn?” Bo Xun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned.
“No teaching.” Yin Huan struggled, hitting and pushing at his arms until she broke free from Bo Xun’s embrace.
From hitting Bo Xun, her own hand turned red.
“Can you stop flexing your muscles all the time?” Yin Huan complained.
“Isn’t it to seduce you?” Bo Xun grabbed her wrist and blew on her reddened fingers.
The warmth of his breath met the cold air in the car, turning into a cool breeze by the time it reached Yin Huan’s hand.
“If you want to seduce me, you should take your clothes off.”
“Right now?” Bo Xun’s left hand moved to his shirt buttons. “How many does my wife want me to undo?”
“Flirting in the car already? Bo Xun, you’d better behave.”
Yin Huan shot him a disdainful sidelong glance.
No interest, no interest.
Not looking, not looking.
But honestly, she really wanted to change out of the clothes they were wearing.
They were so childish.
When they arrived at the hospital, Yin Huan went to the restroom first to change.
Once again, she left Bo Xun alone outside.
Bo Xun got hit on again.
Wasn’t his outfit obvious enough?
That huge “double happiness” character!
With nine years of compulsory education, surely people could recognize it, right?
Bo Xun directly flashed his marriage certificate. “Married.”
So when Yin Huan came out, she saw Bo Xun standing tall and handsome in the bright corridor, using the red marriage certificate to fan himself manually, drawing sidelong glances from passersby.
So embarrassing.
So utterly embarrassing.
Let’s go quickly.
Yin Huan pretended not to see him and headed straight for her grandfather’s hospital room.
Bo Xun caught up to her in long strides. “Why didn’t you call me when you came out?”
“Weren’t you standing there being a male model?”
“Yin Huan, stop mentioning male models to me. How could you possibly be interested in that caliber of male models? I don’t understand – we grew up together, and after seeing my god-like face all these years, your aesthetic standards have somehow managed to downgrade so severely.” Bo Xun wished he could drive every male model out of the capital.
But such things sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain – wherever there was demand, someone would supply.
They could never be completely eliminated.
All he could do was prevent Yin Huan from going to see them.
“God-like face?” Yin Huan chuckled softly. “Have you ever watched Journey to the West? Most male deities in there have long beards – how many of them are actually handsome?”