Zheng Miaomiao regretted it the moment she bit down here. Her tongue pressed against his Adam’s apple, and her sensitive tongue could almost feel the surge of blood beneath it, sensing the fragility and beauty of this spot.
After one bite, she wanted to let go, but at that moment a large hand pressed against the back of her head.
It was an irresistible force.
She could barely break free, and could only remain held in his arms in this absurd posture—mouth open around his Adam’s apple, not daring to actually bite down.
She was so anxious she nearly cried, and wanted nothing more than to recklessly bite this damn man to death right then and there—but she was truly afraid of having a human life on her hands.
The thought that this man was counting on exactly this kind of timid, fearful mentality of hers to press her down here so brazenly made her both furious and frantic.
But Zheng Miaomiao’s view was blocked in this position. If she could have looked up, she would have seen how pleased the man whose throat was being bitten looked at that moment. His eyes lowered, his fingers stroked slowly upward from Zheng Miaomiao’s back, savoring the sensation of each vertebra leaping beneath his palm.
Warm. Trembling.
He became uncontrollably excited, as if her life and his own life had been placed entirely in each other’s hands—a realization that made his fingers shake with excitement.
He patted Zheng Miaomiao’s back gently, as if soothing a child, and said softly, “It’s all right, sweet thing, don’t be afraid.”
“I am yours. You may do anything you wish with what belongs to you.”
His voice was low and elegant, like a beautiful, wicked demon softly coaxing his ignorant believer.
Zheng Miaomiao felt chills run down her spine.
From what she knew of Qi Jin, the excitement in him now was clearly no act… He truly wanted her to play with his life.
This deranged notion made Zheng Miaomiao shudder. She was just an ordinary person—faced with a lunatic of this caliber, all she felt was absurdity.
And as time stretched on, unable to move and forced to keep his Adam’s apple in her mouth, the strong, beautiful male body enveloping her grew from cool to scorching hot. Zheng Miaomiao could even distinctly feel something pressing against her leg, making it ache.
This bastard Qi Jin really was a pervert!!
Furious, she bit down hard on his Adam’s apple. No matter how perverted Qi Jin was, he couldn’t change the fact that this spot was fragile and sensitive—and in the instant he flinched in pain, she shoved him away with all her strength.
“Mm—”
Qi Jin let out a muffled groan, head tilted back, breathing low and ragged.
His brow and forehead were, at some point, already covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The corners of his eyes were flushed a shimmering red, his chest heaving, the lines of muscle beneath his rumpled collar flickering in and out of view.
Zheng Miaomiao had always known Qi Jin was good-looking—everyone did. But before, his beauty had been impossible to truly behold, because anyone who genuinely came into contact with him would feel from him an unspeakable oppressive force, like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon, or a mayfly glimpsing the vast sky.
But now he showed an expression he had never revealed before.
Fallen. Fragile. Lush and gorgeous.
An inviolable god had become an enchanting, soul-snatching spirit.
The oppressive aura and distance he showed to outsiders had vanished completely, leaving only pure beauty and temptation.
This strike of beauty beyond the limits of human aesthetics was fatal to Zheng Miaomiao, a hopeless sucker for a pretty face.
Like hooks, it tangled around her ears and eyes—she found herself staring at Qi Jin, unable to look away.
It took her a long while to come back to her senses. She was about to get up when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace.
He was smiling, and where their skin touched, she could feel his chest trembling faintly with pleasure.
“Sweetheart, you bit so well. One more bite, okay?” he coaxed.
Zheng Miaomiao had had enough. “Are you insane?!”
“Let go of me, I’m going back!” Furious, she pushed away the hand that had somehow found its way against her chest again, glaring at him fiercely.
But the man had long since been roused beyond restraint by her earlier actions. He flipped over and pinned Zheng Miaomiao beneath him, his voice hoarse. “Be good… I won’t go all the way, but Miaomiao, you got me like this—you can’t just leave me hanging, right?”
“Sweetheart, help me out…”
He took Zheng Miaomiao’s hand…
Kisses fell like raindrops on her neck and lips.
Zheng Miaomiao glared at him. What did he mean, she got him like this? Who else would turn around and blame the victim like this?!
But she could also see that he was exercising every ounce of restraint at this point. Going head-to-head with Qi Jin was a fight she could never win.
Besides, she had indeed been somewhat seduced by now. She stared into those mysterious, beautiful eyes of his—like a dark sea shimmering with deep blue on a moonless night—and felt as if her very soul was being drawn into them. As if possessed, she half-heartedly cooperated.
…
Who knows how much time passed.
The last orange glow of daylight settled over the two figures on the lounge chair, and the whole cabin was bathed in a drowsy, ambiguous orange.
Zheng Miaomiao’s cheeks were already flushed crimson, and her heart was full of mortified anger and self-loathing.
Even though it had all been half-forced by Qi Jin, when she thought of Lin Qin’an, of the sensual surrender from moments ago… she still despised herself a little.
“Sweetheart, shall I walk you back?” Qi Jin pressed a kiss to her lips, but Zheng Miaomiao turned her head so it landed on her cheek instead.
“No need, I’ll go back myself.” As she spoke, she added viciously, “Don’t follow me. You make me sick!”
In truth, Qi Jin had already tidied her clothes quite properly—there was no trace of the disheveled, suggestive state from before.
She got up—this time he finally didn’t stop her—though her legs felt a little weak when she stood.
Without saying goodbye to Qi Jin, she walked out of the cabin on her own.
But at the doorway, the evening sea breeze hit her, and her jumbled mind finally cooled down a little.
She thought about it, then turned back to say to Qi Jin, “Don’t come looking for me anymore. I’m getting married. Don’t throw yourself at me like some mistress!”
With that, she hurried away, though on the way she felt a twinge of regret.
On one hand, she felt she should draw a firm line with Qi Jin—especially after she’d nearly crossed the red line with him while her mind wasn’t clear.
But after leaving, she also felt she shouldn’t have provoked him. After all, Qi Jin had just threatened her with Lin Qin’an’s safety.
So annoying!
She held her head in her hands, pained.
So that was why, in her past life, she had come to hate Qi Jin so much by the end.
In front of that old fox, she was like a fool—played like a fiddle in the palm of his hand and still unable to see it clearly!
…
After Zheng Miaomiao left, the cabin fell silent at once.
The setting sun gathered up the last thread of dusk, leaving only the faint pale-blue moonlight spilling into the room.
“Are we just going to let Miss Zheng leave like that?”
Just as Qi Jin was staring blankly toward the door, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Qi Jin kept his gaze fixed on the doorway, not a trace of change in his expression.
A tall, powerfully built figure walked in from the entrance, the man’s chiseled, cold features looking even sharper in the moonlight.