Between touching, licking, and light biting, the lipstick Shi Qing had applied for the evening banquet smudged onto the corner of his lips.
Shen Jiyuan’s glasses were removed and tossed aside.
For someone nearsighted, glasses are a protective barrier separating them from the world. Now that barrier was gone, and everything seemed to draw closer.
His vision dulled slightly—distant things blurred, requiring him to squint to see clearly.
Because he had lost control over his surroundings and been placed in an unfamiliar, disadvantageous situation, his anxiety steadily rose, amplifying every sensation of touch. His senses seemed to sharpen countless times over.
Shen Jiyuan had never kissed anyone before.
But the moment his glasses were removed, he already knew what Shi Qing was about to do. His instinct was to refuse.
Yet that refusal felt more like reluctant acceptance.
If he truly wanted to reject her, he would have pushed away the drunken Shi Qing by now, rather than kissing her inside the enclosed space of the car.
The hand that had intended to push her away somehow ended up resting on her shoulder. The expensive watch peeking out from under his suit sleeve trembled with his wrist, reflecting scattered, flickering light.
Time seemed to contain only Shi Qing.
Her breath was sweet; her breathing intertwined with his, aggressive and dominant.
Shen Jiyuan frowned slightly. He didn’t know how to respond and could only tilt his head back slightly, passively enduring it.
Inside his mouth, everything was stirred. The wet sounds echoed clearly in his head, filling him with shame—as if even his mind was being invaded. His thoughts went blank, stimulation flowing through his body like faint electric currents.
Even his sense of smell was completely overtaken by her.
All he could taste was the rich, expensive red wine scent clinging to Shi Qing. Her perfume flooded his nose endlessly.
It was a blend of floral and fruity notes—lush, seductive, like ripe fruit about to burst with juice. A dizzying, intoxicating femininity.
Wrapped in that scent, Shen Jiyuan felt as if he had fallen into a soft whirlpool.
He remembered the first time he reunited with Shi Qing—in that lounge, when she had held him in her arms after he lost focus.
A woman’s chest was so soft. Her embrace was fragrant, yet so powerful—powerful enough that once you fell into it, all resistance vanished.
He was already intoxicated by her scent, lost and dazed.
Shi Qing was highly skilled. Entangled and teased, Shen Jiyuan couldn’t even close his mouth; his jaw had begun to ache, saliva continuously forming.
The feeling was too unfamiliar, too strange.
A thin layer of sweat seeped onto Shen Jiyuan’s skin. His ears burned numb with heat. Thankfully, the car was dimly lit—he was already completely aroused, unable to restrain himself, his whole body weak.
He didn’t know how to breathe properly. He couldn’t catch his breath—yet Shi Qing refused to let him go.
The dizziness from lack of oxygen made everything feel dreamlike, hazy, impossible to tell whether it was pleasure or pain.
The hand meant to resist ended up wrapping around Shi Qing’s shoulder instead. Not only did he fail to create distance—he unknowingly drew closer.
Noticing how dazed and unfocused Shen Jiyuan had become, unconsciously pressing himself into her arms, Shi Qing’s brows relaxed, a smile flickering in her eyes.
At this moment, Shen Jiyuan was obedient like a kitten. Her affection nearly overflowed—he was simply too adorable.
Disoriented, Shen Jiyuan vaguely sensed her smiling. He let out a soft hum, completely unaware of how seductive his voice sounded.
Shi Qing finally released him.
She pulled back slightly and called his name, “Shen Jiyuan…”
His eyes were unfocused. His body had completely lost control—just hearing her say his name made him tremble.
Shi Qing looked down at him. His beautiful eyes, long lashes half-lowered, high nose bridge—beautiful from every angle.
After staring for a while, Shen Jiyuan felt uneasy. Still hazy, he instinctively looked up at her—only to be suddenly pulled into her embrace.
Shi Qing wore a wine-red strapless gown that day. Her chest was shockingly pale, full and soft, carrying her scent.
His cheek pressed against her chest…
Skin-to-skin contact felt entirely different—warmth poured endlessly from her embrace. He could clearly hear her steady heartbeat, thump after thump.
As his gaze drifted, he noticed a small mole beneath Shi Qing’s collarbone.
The moment he realized it—
His mind exploded.
“Your heart is beating very fast,” Shi Qing said leisurely, smiling as she pinched his chin. “What are you so excited about? Getting turned on already—do you like it that much?”
Using the faint light inside the car, she studied his expression.
Because of their entanglement, his neatly styled black hair now had a few rebellious strands falling loose. His lashes were damp; his breathing rapid.
A flush spread across his face. The corners of his eyes were completely red, like rouge brushed delicately there—soft double eyelids lifting at the ends, making that redness irresistibly alluring.
His cold, aloof composure was gone. All that remained was raw desire.
Shi Qing’s gaze lingered on his face, then settled on his thin lips—moist, gleaming. His skin was very fair, every shade on him pale. Even his lips, usually tightly pressed, were light in color.
But now, after so much effort, they were flushed pink. The bright red lipstick smudged at the corners of his mouth and along his chin only intensified the unspeakable atmosphere.
Shen Jiyuan’s eyes were still fixed on her chest. Shi Qing noticed he seemed to be staring at the mole there.
But she wasn’t done kissing him yet.
Fortunately, there was a perfect solution.
She leaned over from the passenger seat and pressed her hand onto his thigh. His muscles tensed instantly. Unhurriedly, she moved closer and sat on his lap.
Now, his head was level with her chest.
She ordered, “Open your mouth.”
Shen Jiyuan froze for a few seconds, but under her pressure, he slowly opened his mouth.
Like inspecting his teeth, Shi Qing lifted his chin and carefully examined his wet mouth, slightly swollen tongue tip, and glistening lips.
“So eager to open your mouth? You say no, but your body is very honest.”
Her fingertip kept rubbing his lower lip as she half-smiled. Shen Jiyuan felt she must be drunk to say such things—his heart pounded wildly.
Being verbally humiliated, he felt both ashamed and strangely excited.
“I think you’ve been looking forward to being treated like this for a long time, haven’t you?”
Shi Qing lowered her gaze, fixed on his lips, and kissed him again.
Their breaths mingled, noses brushing. At the same time, her body pressed closer. Already sitting on his lap, now there wasn’t the slightest gap between them.
She hugged him, her long hair cascading over his body.
The sensations were overwhelming—being hugged, compressed, surrounded by her presence. Just her scent alone was already terrifyingly intense, let alone this.
For someone who prided himself on self-control, losing it completely—being utterly at someone else’s mercy—was terrifying.
And yet, he had placed himself here.
Shen Jiyuan frowned tightly, letting out a muffled groan. His expression hovered between pleasure and pain.
Shi Qing savored kissing him.
She was patient, methodical, deepening it bit by bit.
Shen Jiyuan, however, clearly lacked such composure.
Trapped between the car seats, treated like a doll, already at his limit—and with Shi Qing deliberately pressing him into her chest—he felt he truly couldn’t breathe anymore.
A flash of white crossed his vision. Shen Jiyuan trembled violently; his limbs twitched as he instinctively struggled.
Shi Qing firmly held him down, letting those long seconds pass before finally loosening her grip and leaning back slightly, brows lifting.
His face was slick with sweat. His throat bobbed as he tilted his neck back like a dying swan, his gaze completely unfocused.
Shi Qing curved her lips into a meaningful smile.
“Shen Jiyuan, is that all you’ve got?” Her gaze swept over him pointedly, full of mockery. “Oh dear—the dignified president of the Shen Group is really useless.”
“Or are you just too excited?”
“That won’t do.” She leaned in with a half-smile, pecking his lips. “How about this—I’ll give you another chance to prove yourself.”
“One more time, alright?”