strictlysupreme Chapter 33 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 8
Chapter 33 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 8
Finally, he took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and quickly carried the person into the guest room and placed them on the bed.
But Wen Yan clung to his neck and wouldn't let go. Before he knew it, he was pulled into the bed and ended up on top of her.
His breathing quickened instantly, and the veins on his arms, which he was supporting himself with, bulged.
The girl's hair was disheveled, and her flushed eyes looked at him with a wet gaze.
"It's so hot, tear it open~ I can still drink more."
Her fingers fluttered around her body, trying to untie her skirt, her voice soft and pleasant.
His large hand pressed down on her, trying to stop her from tearing open her skirt, his hand enveloping her to stop her from tugging and moving around.
Wen Yan refused, but couldn't break free. She struggled in his arms, rubbing her head against his neck.
The man's scent became increasingly disheveled from being rubbed against him.
"Wen Yan, don't move, lie flat!"
He warned in a low, hoarse voice, a harbinger of an approaching storm.
She wouldn't listen, her flushed face tilting up to nuzzle his cheek, mumbling sleepily, "It's so cool here~"
In the midst of the chaos, her lips brushed against his thin lips, as gently as a kiss.
His body stiffened, and he slowly lifted his eyelids, silently staring at the drunken face so close to his own, as if he had restrained himself to the extreme: "Wen Yan, who am I?"
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and her lips pressed against his again, exhaling as she spoke: "Xie Yin, you are Xie Yin, the one who insulted me. I will bite your wicked mouth to death."
She ended up making herself sound wronged.
She pouted, her red lips parted slightly, and bit his lower lip. It was more like grinding than biting; her pearly teeth rubbed against his lower lip, and her tender red tongue occasionally swept across his lips, wet and alluring.
Almost instantly, the veins on the man's neck and hands bulged. He gritted his teeth, released his grip on her hands and instead placed them on her neck, opening his mouth to steal her tongue before she could withdraw it.
Wen Yan was drowsy and was forced to raise her neck to respond to his deep kiss.
Her tongue was numb from being sucked, and her pearly teeth accidentally bumped into him. Her red eyes were wide open, seemingly glistening with tears, as she silently gazed at him.
He stopped what he was doing, his eyes so deep they seemed to drown you.
The next second, the back of her neck was completely controlled, and she was forced to open her lips and teeth with her neck tilted back to endure Xie Yin's increasingly fierce kiss.
She couldn't even return the kiss, nor could she dodge it at all.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yin finally released her, rolled off the bed, but was caught on his sleeve.
Wen Yan murmured to herself, "Xie Yin, why don't you believe me? I'm not playing a game, I really am. I will love you, I will try my best to love you."
Xie Yin fled in disarray.
He didn't turn on the light and sat quietly on the sofa in the bedroom.
No one knows how Xie Yin spent his childhood, with his early-deceased mother, strict father, and countless harsh rules.
He lives like a robot, following a set program every day.
If childhood had a color, it would be black—the color of numbness and cold-bloodedness.
His stepmother once said to him when she beat and scolded him, "You're a cold-blooded monster, you deserve to be alone."
Indeed, he had once longed for warmth, so he picked up a stray dog to raise, but it ran away after it recovered from its injuries.
Although he knew his stepmother was behind it, so what? Betrayal is betrayal, no reason needed.
Finally, when he saw it severely injured again, he coldly turned his face away and closed the door.
The thick darkness swallowed him up. The hand that had been supporting her neck lit a cigarette, and the white smoke, along with his expression, was swallowed up in the darkness.
Only the scarlet flames remained, slowly wriggling.
"Xie Yin, I will try my best to love you—"
The girl's soft voice enveloped him, and her delicate, rose-like kisses, mixed with a faint, sweet fragrance, threw his thoughts into disarray.
He indulged himself, lighting one cigarette after another.
People who usually pay the most attention to health are gradually becoming addicted to fleeting pleasures.
After a long silence, he stubbed out his cigarette, looked out the window at the sprawling branches, and said in resignation, "Why not give it a try?"
The loneliest people in the world are most afraid of taking the first step.
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early morning.
Wen Yan woke up from a hangover, her head throbbing with pain.
Last night's memories pieced together like fragments, and she stopped rubbing her head completely.
Wow, you really can't mess with a celibate old man.
She walked into the bathroom and took a relaxing bath.
After I came out wearing a bathrobe, a knock sounded at the door.
You can tell who's outside just by their voice.
Knock three times at a time, and if there is no response, continue knocking. The sound is not loud, but such persistent knocking is like a mosquito buzzing in your ear, so annoying that you can't sleep.
Wen Yan quickly adjusted her expression, and the ambiguous tug-of-war officially began.
She rubbed her eyes, still sleepy, and opened the door: "Who is it? Can't you let people in?"
The words "I'm going to sleep" were completely swallowed after seeing Xie Yin.
Her gaze met the man's deep gray eyes, and memories of last night flooded back.
She hurriedly looked away, her hand gripping the door frame tightening unconsciously, and a flush rose on her porcelain-white face, more delicate and alluring than a rose.
The girl stood there awkwardly, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes darting around.
Xie Yin breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she had memories of last night; if not, he wouldn't mind helping her recall them.
His cool gaze swept over her flushed cheeks and landed on the open neckline of her bathrobe, where a faint kiss mark lingered on her collarbone.
His eyes changed, as if a wild beast had marked out its territory.
"Wen Yan, let's talk," he said calmly. "Don't dress like this to open the door for men in the future."
Even so, his gaze remained fixed on her and never left her.
"Including you? No, no, I..."
Wen Yan asked that question on a whim, then quickly tried to cover it up after realizing what she had said.
Xie Yin approached her, bent down to look her in the eye, and his intensely imposing gaze followed her relentlessly.
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, like dewdrops trembling on a rose in the morning, both innocent and alluring, as if she had been terribly bullied.
"Come to the study with me."
Xie Yin finally kindly let her go and turned to walk towards the study.
He was afraid that if he kept watching, he would break his vow again.
Wen Yan followed hesitantly, feeling uneasy the whole way.
Finally, the two sat face to face, like in a business negotiation.
She remained somewhat uneasy, especially after kissing him last night. She wanted to sit a few meters away from him on a chair, to get away from him, but he pulled her over.
He said, "Am I that scary?"
"No, no, no," she shook her head like a rattle.
"Wen Yan, I agree."
Wen Yan's mind wasn't quite working properly; she hadn't quite grasped it yet: "What?"
"Marrying you would indeed be entirely beneficial. However, you are still young and haven't thought things through. Let's try getting to know each other first, and if you think it through and regret it, I can give you a chance to leave."
Xie Yin spoke slowly; in the end, he still softened.
The girl is eleven years younger than him and has just reached the legal marriage age this year. He doesn't want her to miss out on more opportunities because of a momentary impulse.
"Okay, no backing out. In exchange, I'll stand with you. You know I used to like Xie Yichen, but everyone has their youthful folly. You have to give me a chance to change."
Wen Yan's persistence has finally brought her halfway to success, she said excitedly.
"I know that a marriage without love is hard to maintain, so don't worry, I will definitely fall in love with you."
She spoke with such confidence, as if falling in love with him was an easy thing to do.
The smile in his eyes became more genuine.