The woman beneath him trembled again, letting out low whimpers as if she could no longer bear it.
He Jingyao’s kisses lingered at that spot for a long while until she finally pleaded for mercy.
Stop kissing there; she could hardly take it anymore.
The man chuckled softly, finally grasped her waist, and pulled her toward himself, then plunged in heavily—
This night was destined to be sleepless.
Zhixi felt like a flatbread being flipped and grilled extensively, as if two heartbeats echoed in her ears, thumping ceaselessly.
The scorching heat swept over her heart again and again, bringing her an overwhelming experience each time.
Pain and pleasure coexisted.
The man’s movements were as fiercely intense as always, yet, whether it was her illusion or not, within this intensity, there seemed to be a trace of tenderness and pity, which unknowingly soothed her nerves.
It was like returning to the womb, warm and safe...
After an indeterminate time, Zhixi opened her sore eyes.
Daylight had fully arrived.
She tried to turn over and, unsurprisingly, cried out in pain.
Afterward, her sore and limp body fell into a pair of scorching and strong arms.
She hesitated for a moment, inadvertently meeting the man’s dark and inscrutable eyes.
Her heart seemed to miss two beats at that moment!
He Jingyao hooked the corner of his lips and pulled her tighter into his embrace.
Zhixi’s body stiffened slightly.
He noticed and spoke with a voice that was low and hoarse with a hint of mockery, "What, not used to it anymore?"
After four years, was she no longer accustomed to lying in his arms?
Zhixi hesitated for a moment, involuntarily clutching the blanket tighter.
"... A whole night has already passed." She spoke, her voice still husky with languor.
He Jingyao stroked her cheek with his hand, his smile cold, "So?"
"You promised... you’d let me take Xiaobao away, and moreover, you would never come to find me again." Zhixi cast her eyes down as she uttered these words.
"Is that what you were looking forward to, right?" he chuckled softly.
Gu Zhixi pursed her lips and suddenly struggled to break free from his embrace, looking at the ceiling as she said, "Yes."
That was what she had been hoping for.
"Good, that’s what I’ve been looking forward to as well," the man said, then threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and slowly dressed himself after picking up a nightgown from the floor.
Zhixi was suddenly stunned.
That’s what he had been looking forward to... what did that mean?
She sat up involuntarily, watching him.
The man had already dressed, now facing her, his demeanor lazy yet with a chill. "Su Zhixi, did you think I’ve always been waiting for you, hm?"
"I didn’t..." she denied subconsciously.
He Jingyao smiled faintly, "You return, see that I haven’t developed anything with Ye Shutong, and think you’re happy about it? You think it’s because of you?"
Zhixi opened her mouth, clenched the blanket tightly, but couldn’t find words to say.
"I just happen to dislike that woman Ye Shutong very much, but that doesn’t mean I was waiting for you," he said with a faint smile. "I’ve told you before, even if I have very few choices, that doesn’t mean I don’t have my own choices. I knew long ago that you are Su Zhixi, but so what?"
The man confronted her gradually widening eyes, his tone cool and distant, "I just wanted to sleep with you. So whether you’re Miss Gu or Su Zhixi, it makes no difference to me."