A wave of warmth washed over her as the man's coat tightly enveloped her, his hand gently patting her back to soothe her. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
A thin sheen of sweat broke out on An Ruo's forehead. The pure masculine aura of his yang energy surrounded her, and the faint, aching factor within her body grew more rampant, a scorching, unbearable flame threatening to burst out of her!
She couldn't speak.
Shen Xiaoxing remembered the first time she had been drugged, drenched and clinging to him, just like now—though separated by clothes, he could clearly feel her burning body searing his heart.
"I'll take you back."
Just as he was about to lift her, the girl's head rested on his shoulder, her ear brushing against his earlobe unintentionally, instantly stirring the desire he had been desperately suppressing...
An Ruo had completely lost consciousness, desire taking over her mind.
Shen Xiaoxing gritted his teeth. Though her words were slurred, he still understood what she meant.
The drug in the girl's body gradually took effect again. Her pink lips grazed his prominent Adam's apple, sending goosebumps across the man's entire body. Two heavy breaths intertwined...
Shen Xiaoxing swallowed hard, pressing her shoulders to make her look at him, his voice hoarse: "Are you sure?"
The girl muttered unconsciously:
"I'm hot too!" His dark eyes deepened.
Afraid she might catch a cold, Shen Xiaoxing wrapped the coat around her again and carried her out.
The temperature inside the car was moderate, but for An Ruo, who was under the influence of the drug, it was like enduring hell.
Her torn clothes slipped off... The man had just closed the car door and turned his head when he saw this, his throat instantly going dry.
The girl's body was burning hot, like a fireball desperately needing ice to quench the flames. Completely unconscious, she felt that being near a man might bring relief.
Shen Xiaoxing's breathing quickened, his heartbeat noticeably faster than usual. He pressed down on the girl's shoulders, his voice raspy: "You're the one who seduced me first. Don't regret it when you wake up!"
He wasn't some gentleman, unable to calmly pretend to be a saint immune to temptation!
The girl's long lashes trembled slightly. His rough palm brushed across her flushed cheek, her skin as delicate as a baby's, causing a series of red blushes to spread.
The man lowered his head, kissing the lips he had secretly gazed at countless times in the dead of night—fiercely, thoroughly, carefully savoring their fragrance.
Ye Feng, having dealt with this group of people, returned to the car intending to report.
He might not have eaten pork, but he'd seen a pig run!
No matter how dense or clueless he was, he understood what was happening inside!
It dawned on him belatedly, his face suddenly turning bright red. The burly two-meter-tall man scratched the back of his head foolishly a few times, then, afraid of interrupting the couple's moment, quickly slipped away.
The next day.
The girl slowly woke up in the European-style bed. Her whole body ached, every limb screaming in protest. Fragments of last night's scenes flashed through her mind, startling her into full alertness!
It wasn't a dream!?
She forced herself to sit up, and a man's voice came from not far away: "Awake?"
An Ruo froze, seeing the man sitting by the window basking in the sun.
The warm sunlight fell on his shoulders, his profile deep, his sharply defined features carving out clear lines. Light glided over his long lashes. He was as beautiful as Apollo from Greek mythology.
But...
Facing him now, An Ruo felt a pang of shame.
As his wife, how could she face him after what happened with another man yesterday?
With that thought, An Ruo threw off the covers and got out of bed. In her haste, she accidentally strained her body, drawing in a sharp breath.
"You're up?" Shen Xiaoxing stared straight ahead, his voice gentle: "What do you need? I'll call a servant to help you."
"I need to use the bathroom..."
An Ruo forced her aching body into the bathroom. The moment she closed the door, she was on the verge of breaking down. Her reddened eyes held immense grievance, but she fiercely held back her tears.
Since childhood, she had rarely cried, even when beaten black and blue, never shedding a tear.
But this time, it wasn't just grievance—it was more guilt and shame, especially facing Shen Xiaoxing, who knew nothing.
She turned on the shower, sitting naked in the bathtub. Her mind was filled with fragments of last night. The more she thought, the more she blamed herself, the more ashamed she felt.
Her body slowly slid down, fully submerged in the bathwater, as if trying to wash away the scent on her skin—at least that would ease her conscience a little.
Outside, the man watching the monitor saw the girl's pale expression upon waking. Worried she might fall or hurt herself in the bathroom, he was shocked to see her red-eyed and pitifully aggrieved.
His heart tightened, knowing it must be about last night.
When he saw her body slide into the bathtub, he couldn't stay still. He turned off the monitor, pushed his wheelchair to the door, sat down, and pretended to be anxious, knocking urgently.
"An Ruo, are you done?"
No response.
Shen Xiaoxing's eyes darkened, an inexplicable panic filling his heart. His tone grew more urgent: "An Ruo!"
A suffocating sensation hit her. Hearing the man call her name, the girl struggled up from the water. The knocking grew more frantic.
"I'm here..."
Hearing a response from inside, Shen Xiaoxing's hanging heart finally settled. He let out a slight sigh of relief: "Are you done?"
"Just a moment."