The smile on Xu Jingshuang’s face froze for a moment.
Continue?
He actually told her to continue?
This was completely different from what she had expected.
She had originally thought that after finally gaining the upper hand, she could at least throw Rong Jingchen off his game.
But instead, the man lay there with a calm expression, even carrying a hint of indulgence. As if her little provocation just now was nothing to him at all.
Xu Jingshuang suddenly felt like she had punched into cotton.
Infuriating.
Absolutely infuriating!
She propped herself up on his chest, preparing to get up. But the moment she moved, her waist suddenly tightened—the man’s hand had landed on her waist at some point, holding her firmly in place.
“Running where?” Rong Jingchen looked up at her, a smile in his eyes. “Weren’t you quite bold just now?”
Xu Jingshuang gritted her teeth. “Who’s running?”
“Mm.” Rong Jingchen responded lazily. “Then why aren’t you continuing?”
“……”
She found this person truly detestable. He was clearly the one with the upper hand, yet he deliberately provoked her.
Xu Jingshuang glared at him. But her gaze uncontrollably drifted to his Adam’s apple.
The man had just finished showering, his black hair slightly damp, a few strands falling over his forehead. It stripped away his usual sharp coldness, making him seem even more dangerous instead.
Rong Jingchen was the type of person who made people not dare to approach at first glance. Noble, restrained, always calm—as if nothing could ever make him lose control.
But the more someone was like that, the more people wanted to see them lose control. When this thought surfaced, even Xu Jingshuang herself was stunned for a moment.
The next second, she suddenly leaned down.
Rong Jingchen’s gaze flickered. The girl’s soft hair fell down, brushing across his neck, carrying a faint fragrance.
Then, she raised her hand and lightly touched his Adam’s apple. She leaned in, her teeth grazing against the side of his Adam’s apple, leaving a small bite mark.
Soon, she heard the man let out a suppressed groan.
A vein throbbed at his temple, the muscles in his arms instantly tensed, even his breathing grew heavier. Looking at the woman on top of him, his gaze shifted from its earlier leisure to something dangerous.
“Xu Jingshuang.” His voice was noticeably lower.
Xu Jingshuang finally raised her head in satisfaction, looking at the masterpiece she had left behind, the earlier frustration completely swept away.
She gave a light hum, lifting her chin. “Courtesy demands reciprocity. You bullied me first.”
With that, she patted his chest, preparing to get off him. But the world spun, and before her cry of surprise could escape—
Their positions had completely reversed, the distance between them abruptly closing.
Xu Jingshuang sank into the soft bedding, Rong Jingchen braced above her, his knee pressed between her legs. The hem of her nightgown had slid up quite a bit from this position, revealing a large expanse of fair, smooth thigh, contrasting with his dark sleep pants.
That shadow fell over her, completely enveloping her within his space. This face, viewed at this distance, had an extremely powerful impact—even more profound and coldly sharp.
So seductive! So thrilling!
When these two words popped into her head, she felt like she had probably gone crazy. At a time like this, instead of thinking about how to escape, she was thinking about this.
“You—don’t you dare do anything reckless.” The eldest Miss Xu, who had been so aggressive just moments ago, suddenly felt a bit intimidated.
Rong Jingchen lowered his eyes, looking at the woman beneath him who had been so arrogant just moments ago. “Who was the one being reckless just now?” His warm breath brushed past her ear.
Xu Jingshuang turned her head to dodge, but couldn’t.
“That was self-defense. You bullied me first.”
“Oh?” The man’s lips curved upward. “Now I’m acting in self-defense too.”
As the words fell, so did his kiss, capturing her ear lobe that had already turned bright red. When his lips covered it, the tip of his tongue gently pressed against that small patch of soft flesh.
Xu Jingshuang felt an intense tingling sensation spread from her ear lobe. Her shoulder gave an uncontrollable twitch, and her whole body shrank into his embrace.
Her fingers clenched the bedsheet beneath her. She wanted to push him away. Her hand lifted and rested on his shoulder, but she had no strength—her fingertips sank limply into the fabric of his pajamas.
Rong Jingchen didn’t stop.
That scorching kiss started from her ear lobe and traveled downward, leaving damp, heated marks at every spot. He lingered for a moment at that delicate collarbone, then through the thin layer of silk fabric, kissed the full swell beneath.
Xu Jingshuang’s breathing fell completely into disarray.
The fabric was too thin—she could clearly feel the moist heat as if it were pressed directly against her skin.
Reason told her she should push him away. But her body disobeyed, not rejecting his touch in the least.
She even… somewhat wanted him to continue, would respond to him, her waist arching slightly, pressing toward him.
She must have been bewitched by this man.
Rong Jingchen’s hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, covering that slender, soft waist. Too thin—so thin that one grasp of his hand could encircle it completely.
He stroked that patch of skin, then pressed down, at the hollow of her waist.
Xu Jingshuang’s scalp tingled.
This time she couldn’t hold it back—a soft hum escaped from her throat.
Damn, she couldn’t hold it in.
Was that sound really from her? No way? How embarrassing!
Rong Jingchen lifted his head, looking at the girl beneath him with her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were wet and glistening, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid, her chest rising and falling. The neckline of her nightgown had been pushed askew by him, revealing a stretch of fair collarbone and shoulder.
He wore an knowing smile: “Feeling good?”
Xu Jingshuang was both ashamed and furious: “Rong Jingchen, you scoundrel.” She reached out to push him. “Let go of me right now, or I’ll bite you.”
Rong Jingchen wasn’t afraid—he even found her like this more interesting.
“Bite then.”
Xu Jingshuang: “…”
This person doesn’t actually have some kind of masochistic tendency, does he?
“Pervert!”
“Your little mouth just keeps chattering—how can you talk so much?” Rong Jingchen stared at those two lips of hers, opening and closing—pink, full.
Because they’d just been kissed, they were even redder than usual, the lower lip slightly pouty, like a ripe cherry waiting to be plucked.
He continued lowering his head, kissing those two lips.
Xu Jingshuang’s eyes went round: “Mmph!”
The man’s kiss was different from what she’d imagined—she’d thought it would be fierce, aggressive, as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was exceptionally gentle.
His lips carried a crisp, cool taste, like the scent of mint toothpaste, slightly chilly, mixed with the faint pine and tea fragrance on his body. He simply pressed lightly, touching her lips, unhurriedly sucking and kissing.
So this was what kissing was like—warm and soft, like being wrapped in cotton candy.
His lips were very nice to kiss.
That was her first thought. Her second thought was that his eyelashes were so long, so beautiful.
She kept her eyes open, watching him kiss her.
As Rong Jingchen kissed her, he noticed that the person beneath him wasn’t responding at all. Lips pressed against lips, she didn’t even know how to breathe—holding her breath, her face flushed bright red, her eyes wide open.
Amused by her dazed expression, he pulled back slightly. “You’re supposed to close your eyes when you kiss, Mrs. Rong.”
Xu Jingshuang snapped back to reality and quickly shut her eyes, her lashes trembling.
“Open your mouth.” The man’s voice sounded again, coaxing her like a child.
Xu Jingshuang didn’t know what had come over her.
Her body obeyed without question. It was as if she’d truly been struck by the Love Gu—whatever he said, she did. She obediently parted her lips, just a little, revealing a hint of pearly teeth.
Then his kiss descended once more.
This kiss was different from before. It was no longer that gentle, tentative touch, but a deep plunge filled with aggression and possessiveness.
Domineering, yet not rough.
Xu Jingshuang thought this kiss was utterly indecent.
Kissed breathless, her mind growing dizzier by the second, she felt as if she were floating. Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly charged—
She suddenly sensed something wrong! Jolting back to her senses, she pushed at him. “Wait—”