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Despite that, Bo Ying insisted on going home.
He Jingxiu went with her.
The cameras had long been turned off. The production crew had asked for their opinions beforehand; some were willing to film on weekends, others weren’t.
And Bo Ying belonged to the unwilling category.
She was filmed five days a week, which was enough. On weekends, she wanted to have some private time without the cameras disturbing her.
He Jingxiu hadn’t been here for a few days, and the room was already messy.
He raised an eyebrow and bent down to tidy up for her.
Bo Ying ignored him and nervously and guiltily entered the room.
She took a large bag, picked out clothes to sleep in, and also clothes to go out in. As she was about to leave the room, her gaze shifted and landed on the bedside table drawer.
After hesitating for half a minute, Bo Ying pulled open the drawer and took out the surprise gift Zheng Jinnao had bought her during the Double Eleven event.
When she went out, He Jingxiu was facing away from her.
Bo Ying looked at the man’s shoulders and back, outlined by the light, smooth and powerful, and her face flushed even more.
She pursed her lips, making a small sound.
He Jingxiu turned his head, his gaze sweeping down from her face, stopping at her palm.
“Ready?”
“...Mm.” Bo Ying looked around, “Let’s go.”
He Jingxiu saw her evasive demeanor and curved his lips almost imperceptibly as he agreed.
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From Bo Ying’s place to He Jingxiu’s building, it wasn’t far nor near, about a five-minute walk.
But for some reason, today Bo Ying felt this stretch of road was so short, so short; she hadn’t even mentally prepared herself, and they were already there.
The complex was quiet, and they didn’t encounter a single person on the way, only faintly catching a delicate floral scent. The scent wasn’t strong or overwhelming; carried by the wind, it drifted to her nose.
Bo Ying’s hand was held by the man, his palm scalding hot.
Entering the elevator, she looked down at her toes.
He Jingxiu observed her for a few seconds and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Suddenly, Bo Ying looked up, “What are you laughing at?”
He Jingxiu lowered his gaze and said softly, “You look...”
“What’s wrong with how I look?” Bo Ying glared at him.
He Jingxiu smiled, not elaborating.
He wanted to say that if someone saw her like this now, they might call the police, saying he was forcing a young girl?
Bo Ying’s face was serious, as if she were about to be beheaded.
Bo Ying saw the laughter in his eyes and always felt he was mocking her.
Thinking of this, she pestered him for an answer, “CEO He, what’s wrong with how I look?”
She poked He Jingxiu’s chest, “Are you going to tell me or not?”
He Jingxiu was amused by her, feeling her palm against his chest.
He paused slightly, grabbed her prodding hand, and said in a deep voice, “Don’t move around.”
“I will move around.”
Bo Ying looked up at him, acting spoiled, “Who told you to laugh at me?”
“I didn’t.” He Jingxiu was at a loss for words, lowered his head to rub her nose, opened his mouth to touch her lips, and whispered, “Don’t be so nervous, if you don’t want to, we’ll—”
The words “don’t do it” hadn’t come out yet when Bo Ying interrupted him.
Her eyes darted around, and she hummed softly, “I didn’t mean that.”
In Zheng Jinnao’s words, a high-quality man like He Jingxiu was “sleep once, get less than once.”
Although she didn’t 100% agree, she somewhat admitted that sleeping with a man like him earlier was a gain for herself. What’s more, she already liked him.
The last two words were hummed out in a whisper, He Jingxiu didn’t hear them clearly, but he probably knew what she was saying.
He was slightly startled, about to speak, when the elevator doors opened, and they were home.
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As soon as they entered the house, He Jingxiu was about to bend down to get her slippers when Bo Ying, as if to refute what he had just said, leaned in and kissed him first.
He Jingxiu paused, pressed against the door by her.
He raised an eyebrow, looking at her fumbling attempts, feeling amused yet also unspeakably touched.
After letting Bo Ying kiss him for a while, He Jingxiu regained the initiative.
He swapped their positions, pressing Bo Ying against the door panel, sucking and kissing her lips airtight.
The room was spacious and empty, the living room lights shining brightly, a little dazzling.
Bo Ying subconsciously closed her eyes, actively hooking her arms around the man’s neck, responding to his kisses.
Their bodies pressed close, the man’s body temperature scorching hot, transferring through their clothes to her.
Their breaths quickened, yet they were unwilling to stop.
Their tongues were like nimble fish, exploring and delving deep in the sea.
Ambiguity spread between their lips and teeth, and the occasional sounds made one blush.
Their clothes peeled off their bodies at some point, her skirt fanning out on the floor like a blooming rose.
Bo Ying refused to be outdone. Her fingers tangled in his clothes, attempting to unbutton him.
But several times over, she was so kissed by the man that she couldn’t stand steadily, and her trembling fingers couldn’t even find the buttons.
Later, Bo Ying lost her temper.
She yanked his shirt out of his suit pants, her cool fingers sliding in from below.
He Jingxiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably, emitting a low, sensual sound.
Bo Ying’s ears felt warm.
The man kissed her lips, densely and thoroughly, moving from her lips, enclosing her soft earlobe, then lower, leaving marks on her neck.
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It was unknown how much time had passed when Bo Ying was carried by him back to the room.
She sank into the soft bed, and when she looked up, she didn’t see a pristine white ceiling or a dazzling chandelier, but the man’s dark hair, and her body was filled with his lingering scent.
As he kissed away her thoughts, Bo Ying vaguely remembered something important.
She actively kissed the corner of his lips, stopping He Jingxiu’s next move, and whispered, “Not yet...”
She was kissed.
She looked at the man’s close face, her voice becoming soft, “Take a bath.”
He Jingxiu’s bathroom was wide and bright, with a large bathtub.
But at this moment, neither of them was in the mood for a bath.
The showerhead above was turned on, hot water pouring down from above. Bo Ying was about to dodge to the side when the man leaned in again.
She had nowhere to hide.
The sound of water mixed with various ambiguous sounds, like a nocturne played late at night, melodious and with an indescribable sensuality.
The piano piece was explicitly written; anyone who heard it could tell instantly.
Bo Ying felt like a drowning fish, yet at this moment, she was in the water.
A more accurate description should be that she was a fish swimming in water, seemingly touching the water, yet still feeling thirsty, unable to truly drink her fill.
The gasps were ignited, unable to be extinguished.
From the bathroom back to the big bed, Bo Ying could feel everything the man was doing for her.
He was pleasing her again, taking care of her.
Her entire being sank into a soft and scorching world, unable to regain clarity.
Occasionally, when she opened her eyes and saw the expression on the man’s face, she would feel that he was nothing like his usual gentlemanly self.
At this moment, he seemed to have shed his gentlemanly facade, becoming strong and domineering, yet retaining his exclusive tenderness for her.
An indescribable feeling.
It hurt a little, but more than that, it was an indescribable feeling of comfort. Her whole being felt as if she had been thrown into the clouds, lying in the white layers of clouds, being blown by the wind, being pushed, rising and falling.
All her thoughts were taken away; she could only instinctively follow the man in front of her.
Bo Ying’s head was buried in the man’s neck, her breathing rapid, her lips tightly pressed.
As if sensing her tension, the man turned his head, sought her lips, and kissed them again, drawing her attention.
At a certain moment, her senses were filled only with the man in front of her.
Her heart beat, her body, all rippling with his every move.
The sensuality in the room lingered.
They embraced tightly, clinging to each other, neither willing to let go.
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Outside the window, it had started raining at some unknown time.
The rain beat against dry branches and leaves, falling onto the blooming flower stamens, lingering there, unwilling to leave.
Crystal clear water droplets clung to the petals, making one want to reach out and touch them.
Finally, a gust of wind swept through, and the water droplets splatted to the ground, splashing.
They forgot what time they finished; neither of them paid attention to the time.
When she came out of the bathroom again, she was completely nestled in He Jingxiu’s arms, unwilling to move.
For some reason, Bo Ying was particularly greedy for his scent.
She always felt that He Jingxiu smelled wonderful. Thinking this, she couldn’t help but sniff at his neck.
He Jingxiu sighed helplessly, his voice deep as he pulled her closer.
“Want to go again?” he asked.
Bo Ying: “...”
Her ears burned, and she looked up at him, “It hurts.”
He Jingxiu “hmm-ed,” embracing her as they lay. His voice brushed lightly past her ear, whispering, “If it hurts, then don’t lean in again.”
He had already acquired a taste for it and was afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“...”
Bo Ying choked slightly, whispering, “But I just want to lean on you to sleep.”
He Jingxiu chuckled and agreed, “Okay.”
He actively hugged her, helplessly yet indulgently saying, “Hold me.”
Bo Ying curled her lips, then suddenly remembered the item he had taken from the drawer earlier, and softly asked, “Have you been planning this for a long time?”
“Hm?” He Jingxiu was in his “sage mode” now, his reaction two beats slow.
Bo Ying whispered, “That thing.”
“...”
He Jingxiu was startled for a moment, then admitted frankly, “Indeed.”
His eyes were bright as he looked at her, “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
Bo Ying: “Oh.”
“Do you mind?” He Jingxiu asked.
“No,” Bo Ying said, lying in his arms with her eyes closed. After a moment of silence, she added, “Actually, I also brought some in my bag.”
He Jingxiu was a little surprised by that.
He raised an eyebrow, “What?”
Bo Ying blushed, not daring to look up at him, and mumbled, “Just so you know, I didn’t buy it.”
He Jingxiu: “Zheng Jinnao bought it?”
“Yeah,” Bo Ying explained, “Didn’t I give her a gift before? This is her return gift to me.”
Saying this, Bo Ying complained, “This doesn’t seem like a gift I would like at all. She’s too much.”
Hearing that, He Jingxiu chuckled, his lips brushing her ear, gently leaving a kiss: “You don’t like it?”
“...”
Bo Ying’s ears tingled, and his touch inexplicably aroused her desire again. Her face flushed, and she buried her face in his chest, calling out to him in exasperation, “He Jingxiu!”
He Jingxiu chuckled ambiguously.
He pinched her ear, cooperating with her, “Yes?”
Bo Ying hit his chest, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
“I’m sleepy. Let’s sleep.”
He Jingxiu didn’t tease her anymore. He quietly shifted his body and took a deep breath, “Good night.”
Bo Ying’s body stiffened, feeling something.
She was silent for a moment, then quietly crawled off him.
“Let’s just sleep like this.”
Bo Ying felt guilty, “More comfortable.”
He Jingxiu laughed, pulling her back into his arms, and whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you.”
He coaxed her, “Sleep.”
“But you...”
Bo Ying hesitated.
He Jingxiu’s eyes deepened, his voice low, “As long as you don’t move around.”
“Oh...”
Bo Ying wanted to say more, but she was afraid of making more mistakes by talking too much, so she simply stayed quiet.
She closed her eyes, said good night to him, and truly fell asleep.
The exertion from the “pre-sleep exercise” made her fall asleep quickly.
He Jingxiu looked at the person in his arms, a smile flashing in his eyes, and then fell asleep too.
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Bo Ying slept until noon the next day.
The rain that had fallen in the middle of the night stopped, and the air became humid yet clean.
There was no one in the room, but the scent seemed to linger.
She lay in bed and slowly recovered, pulling the blanket over herself and then throwing it off again.
After repeating this twice, she looked at the clothes she was wearing.
It was He Jingxiu’s shirt.
Even though she had brought clothes to his place, she was still wearing his; she didn’t even have time to take hers out.
Bo Ying lay in bed for a while, then just as she was about to pick up her phone to message the man, she heard He Bomei scratching at the door.
Last night, when the two were making a commotion in the living room downstairs, He Bomei appeared out of nowhere. He Jingxiu had originally wanted to find time to lock it up, but Bo Ying stopped him.
When they went upstairs, it didn’t follow.
Hearing the sound, Bo Ying got up to open the door.
Before her hand even touched the doorknob, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The two looked at each other.
He Jingxiu’s gaze fell on her, gliding from her cheek to her open collar, where his marks from last night were visible.
Noticing his gaze, Bo Ying subconsciously clutched her collar, saying embarrassedly, “What are you doing?”
He Jingxiu saw her reddened neck and didn’t tease her anymore.
“Go wash up first. Are you hungry?”
“I’m hungry.”
The two entered the bathroom.
Bo Ying looked at He Jingxiu in confusion, asking blankly, “You haven’t washed up yet either?”
“No.”
Bo Ying: “Do you need to use the restroom?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
Helpless, he ruffled her messy hair and then, equally helpless, took a toothbrush that had been prepared on the side, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and handed it to her.
Bo Ying blinked, then belatedly realized what was happening.
She mechanically took it and slowly brushed her teeth.
Occasionally, she would look up at the two of them in the mirror. She was brushing her teeth, and He Jingxiu’s gaze was on her, gentle yet doting.
She loved this scene.
After brushing her teeth, He Jingxiu took her usual face towel and handed it to her.
Bo Ying casually wiped her face twice, then he stopped her and carefully wiped the water droplets from her face.
Looking at his handsome face, Bo Ying couldn’t help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him.
“He Jingxiu.”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow and looked at her, “Hmm?”
Bo Ying smiled brightly, “Nothing.”
I just wanted to call your name.
He Jingxiu seemed to be able to read her thoughts and didn’t press further.
He pinched her chin, sucked on her lips and kissed her for a while, then released her.
Bo Ying was panting, reminding him, “I’m hungry now.”
He Jingxiu responded softly, “Let’s go.”
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When Bo Ying finished her elaborate skincare routine and went downstairs, He Jingxiu had already set the lunch on the table.
Seeing the exquisitely arranged food on the table, Bo Ying was slightly surprised.
“Did you make this?”
He Jingxiu’s cooking skills weren’t that good.
He Jingxiu glanced at her and said sincerely, “No, Aunt Chen made it.”
“Huh?”
Bo Ying felt a rush of embarrassment, “Aunt Chen was here?”
“Mm.”
“Then...” Bo Ying’s mind instantly flashed through the scenes from last night, and she looked around. “Where are the clothes?”
The clothes they had taken off downstairs last night, before they could make it upstairs.
He Jingxiu saw her nervous expression, “Aunt Chen put them away this morning.”
Bo Ying’s pupils dilated in shock, her lips opening and closing.
Suddenly, she noticed the playful look in He Jingxiu’s eyes and understood.
“He Jingxiu!” Bo Ying called out to him in exasperation.
He Jingxiu pulled her onto his lap, asking with a wry smile, “Why are you so easily embarrassed?”
Bo Ying glared at him.
He Jingxiu smiled, coaxing her, “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend. Even if Aunt Chen did see something, she wouldn’t be surprised.”
“No.”
Bo Ying was adamant, “I need to maintain my image in front of Aunt Chen.”
Aunt Chen could know they lived together and slept together, but she couldn’t see their clothes strewn about in the living room; that would make Bo Ying uncomfortable.
He Jingxiu probably knew what she was embarrassed about. He smiled and gently agreed, “Okay.”
He patted her head, “Don’t worry.”
Bo Ying looked at him, blinking as she asked, “What time did you get up?”
“Before Aunt Chen came.”
Bo Ying kicked him, “Talk properly.”
He Jingxiu suppressed a laugh, pulled her closer, and said playfully, “Bo Ying.”
“What?”
Bo Ying looked at him fiercely.
He Jingxiu mused for a moment, then said, “You got me in bed and now you don’t cherish me.”
Bo Ying: “?”
He Jingxiu complained aggrievedly, “Ever since you woke up, you’ve been hitting me and kicking me. You really are a femme fatale.”
Bo Ying: “...”
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