"Damn it, don't move."
Her unconscious struggling was a fatal temptation for a normal man like Rong Che.
It felt like a mischievous kitten scratching at Rong Che's heart, one stroke after another. He desperately wanted to grab that naughty little paw and teach it a lesson, but try as he might, he couldn't catch it.
His heart felt all itchy.
"Mmh, mm, I'm not... moving."
An Ruoxue blinked her hazy eyes, meeting Rong Che's icy black gaze. Her flushed little face made her look even more feminine.
Though she said she wasn't moving, her body was twisting uncontrollably.
"You..."
"I already said I wasn't moving. Why don't you believe me?"
An Ruoxue reached out and pinched Rong Che's nose, pouting with a look of displeasure.
"Damn it."
"An Ruoxue, you asked for this." Even with self-control that far exceeded ordinary people's, Rong Che could not withstand An Ruoxue's tossing and turning.
Rong Che slammed his right foot on the brake. With a strong arm, he pulled An Ruoxue's slender waist into his embrace, his large hand eagerly reaching under the hem of An Ruoxue's fiery red dress.
"Mmh, mmm..."
An Ruoxue's skin was naturally fair, and now, flushed with a little wine, her pale, clean skin glowed with a faint red, exuding an alluring and pure feminine fragrance.
Rong Che's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. The subtle, ethereal scent of An Ruoxue, mixed with the rich aroma of red wine, filled his nose, stirring the most primitive desires in a man's heart.
"Damn woman, you started this fire, so don't blame Young Master Rong."
The next moment, Rong Che's thin, cold lips aggressively sealed An Ruoxue's cherry-red lips.
The night was deep and quiet, and ambiguous elements drifted through the city air on the wanton night breeze, bewitching the minds of men and women.
...
The first ray of morning light pierced through the bright glass window, shining on An Ruoxue's fair, beautiful little face. The glaring sunlight made her eyes hurt.
"Mmh, mmm."
Murmuring softly in her sleepy state, An Ruoxue frowned, rolled over, found a spot without sunlight, and continued sleeping.
"This woman."
Rong Che, lying beside her, fixed his black eyes on the person in front of him. Her skin was like congealed lard, smooth as silk to the touch.
How could any woman feel this silky to the touch? Beneath the covers, Rong Che's right hand could not help itself as it glided along An Ruoxue's well-proportioned curves.
His fingers seemed addicted, simply refusing to leave An Ruoxue's body.
"Mmh, mmm."
In her sleep, An Ruoxue let out a soft murmur, her pretty brows furrowing tightly as she mumbled, "Little Yellow, stop messing around."
As she spoke, An Ruoxue unconsciously waved her arm, trying to brush away the demonic hand teasing her waist.
"Little Yellow... what the hell?"
Rong Che's slender eyes narrowed, a thin layer of frost covering his stern face.
Ahem, ahem, ahem...
If the dignified Young Master Rong knew that the Little Yellow An Ruoxue was muttering about was actually a small yellow dog she kept, he would probably be so angry he'd want to strangle her.
"Ugh, Little Yellow, I told you to stop messing around."
An Ruoxue desperately wanted to sleep peacefully, but the incessant harassment on her body made it completely impossible for her to rest.
"Mmh, mmm."
Stretching lazily, An Ruoxue finally opened her sleepy eyes. Her vision gradually cleared, and an extraordinarily handsome face came into view.
"Such a handsome Young Master Rong. I must be dreaming, hehe."
An Ruoxue bit the corner of her lip, smiled foolishly at Rong Che beside her, and then closed her eyes again.
The fact that she could dream of Rong Che must mean she loved him far too much; she always thought of him during the day, which was why she was dreaming of him at night.
"An Ruoxue, open your eyes."
This woman saw him and thought she was dreaming? He was lying right beside her in the flesh, and she actually thought it was fake?
Damn woman, her IQ must have been eaten by a dog to be this foolish.
"Oh, God, Rong Che's voice? Can a dream have a voice this real?"
An Ruoxue hurriedly opened her eyes. Sure enough, Rong Che's face was right in front of her again...
"Am I not dreaming?" An Ruoxue swallowed hard, timidly reaching out to gently pinch Rong Che's cheek.
"Oh, I can actually pinch it? This isn't a dream?"
An Ruoxue's mind went completely blank for a second, unable to tell whether she was dreaming or awake.
"An Ruoxue, are you provoking Young Master Rong?"
The skeptical look in this woman's eyes as she tried to figure out if he was real made Rong Che extremely displeased.
"I'm not dreaming, you're real... Ah..."
Coming to her senses, An Ruoxue's first reaction was to close her eyes and scream at the top of her lungs. Her high-pitched, ear-piercing scream made Rong Che knit his brows tightly, his face instantly turning dark.
"Shut up. Don't yell."
At the fierce, domineering command, An Ruoxue obediently closed her mouth. "You, why are you in my bed?"
"We..."
An Ruoxue instinctively pulled back the quilt covering her. "I'm doomed." Beneath the covers, her body was completely bare, not a single thread on her.
"We, we, we..."
An Ruoxue's mind was blank. In her memory, there was not a trace of Rong Che from yesterday. How on earth did he end up here?
"I clearly remember drinking with Zhouzhou yesterday. You... why are you here? Where's Zhouzhou?"
An Ruoxue asked with a puzzled look.
"Zhouzhou?"
Hearing An Ruoxue mutter another man's name, Rong Che's expression suddenly darkened, his cold eyes narrowing as an icy chill naturally emanated from his entire body.
"An Ruoxue, do you want to die, mentioning another man in front of Young Master Rong?"
Rong Che pulled An Ruoxue, still wrapped in the quilt, right up against him, his fierce, stern black eyes glaring straight at her.
"Uh..." An Ruoxue swallowed nervously. She desperately wanted to get as far away from Rong Che as possible, but the man's arm was locked tightly around her waist, leaving her zero chance of escape.
"I..."
What the hell happened last night? An Ruoxue's mind right now was like a heavy snowstorm—just a flurry of blank spots, and she couldn't remember a single other thing.
"You're hurting me. Can you let go of me first?"
Her waist felt like it was about to be snapped in half by Rong Che, and the murderous red glint in the man's eyes made An Ruoxue rather afraid.
"An Ruoxue, if I ever catch you going to a bar to drink with men again, I'll kill you." Rong Che tightened his arm around An Ruoxue's waist even more.
Rong Che didn't even want to imagine it—if he hadn't run into her last night, and other men had seen this woman looking so bewitching...
"Damn it." At the mere thought of other men having the chance to catch a glimpse of An Ruoxue's beauty, Rong Che felt a surge of intense anger and displeasure in his heart.
"Who I drink with has nothing to do with you." An Ruoxue's lips moved as she offered a weak, dissatisfied rebuttal.
Wasn't he going to divorce her anyway? Who she went out drinking with had what to do with him?
"You can find a mistress and play around with women, so why can't I go out and drink?" An Ruoxue muttered jealously.
"Damn woman, how dare you talk back?"
"Rong Che, I was drinking with Zhouzhou. Are you jealous?" An Ruoxue raised her eyes, her clear, transparent gaze meeting Rong Che's cold stare as she boldly guessed.