WG - 76

The kitchen lights glowed faintly yellow, spilling onto the floor.

A fresh scent lingered in the air, and the tiled countertop felt cool.

Chi Zhiyu leaned forward, close to the man in front of her. In the interplay of light and shadow, she saw his slightly disheveled hair and his features, now more mature and rugged than before.

Xie Ye looked down, staring intently at her, his eyes dark with desire. His lips, reddened from kissing, were vividly alluring, like a seductive phantom in the night.

As if mesmerized, Chi Zhiyu raised her head and lightly bit his Adam’s apple.

Xie Ye’s body stiffened.

The next moment, he lifted her chin, revealing his undisguised desire, and continued to kiss her.

He held her lips with increasing force, pushing past her teeth, decisively and directly biting her tongue, as if to tear her apart and devour her.

Chi Zhiyu cupped his face, lowered her head, and parted her mouth to meet his.

Lost in passion.

Xie Ye held her up on the countertop as if she were a child, kissing her lips again and again, his movements exceptionally intimate.

Chi Zhiyu wrapped her arms around his shoulders and back, clinging tightly to him.

He opened the master bedroom door.

The room was quiet. The curtains were slightly drawn, half-obscuring the lights and bustle from outside.

A few slivers of light filtered through the gaps, casting a dim glow on the floor.

If one sniffed carefully, a faint, lingering scent of sandalwood could be detected in the air, his familiar scent.

But Chi Zhiyu at that moment couldn’t tell if it was from within the room or if her senses were being confused by the man in front of her.

A misjudgment.

The door closed.

Xie Ye pressed her against the door, his palm supporting the back of her head to prevent her from hitting it, but his kiss was utterly dominant, aggressive.

Chi Zhiyu’s back was pressed against the cold door panel. She frowned, instinctively leaning forward into him, kissing the corner of his lips, and softly whispered, “Cold.”

Xie Ye supported her waist, bit the corner of her lip, licked it lightly, and asked teasingly with a hint of a smile, “Where’s cold?”

“...”

Chi Zhiyu leaned against him and mumbled an explanation, “My back.”

Xie Ye continued to ask in a low voice, “Hm?”

“...”

“My back,” Chi Zhiyu said, a little annoyed, biting his chin, “My back is cold.”

Hearing this, Xie Ye chuckled and placed his hand on her back, separating her from the door panel, yet still acting as if he hadn’t heard her words at all, asking casually, “Where did you say was cold just now?”

“...”

Before Chi Zhiyu could speak, he asked again the next moment.

“Where?”

As he spoke, Xie Ye’s burning palm slowly moved, sliding up, and her clothing moved upward with it.

The air temperature was a bit chilly, carrying the cold air from the air conditioner.

Chi Zhiyu’s body involuntarily shivered, pressing even closer to him.

Xie Ye picked her up again, turned, walked to the bed, sat down, and held her in his arms. He bit her chin, then slightly tilted his head and scattered soft kisses behind her ear, little by little, moving downward.

Following his lips and tongue, delicate kisses once again landed on the rosy marks, revealing pure desire.

Chi Zhiyu arched her neck, accepting his kisses, feeling him bite her collarbone before moving lower.

All her senses were occupied by him. His heavy breaths fell on her skin, accompanied by somewhat lustful swallowing sounds.

Xie Ye’s body temperature continuously rose, and his palms grew even hotter.

Her grip on his clothes tightened.

Chi Zhiyu felt as if her brain was incapable of thought, driven by this indescribable sensation. She couldn’t bear it and bit his chin.

Xie Ye felt it and raised his head, releasing her hand, her top falling back down.

He lightly adjusted her clothing, supported her waist with one hand, and looked up at her, his breath slightly heavy, asking naughtily, “What do you want to do?”

“...”

The man in front of her didn’t have his usual cold, sharp demeanor. His narrow eye corners were slightly upturned, his eyes impossibly deep, tinged with obvious desire. He lightly licked the corner of his lips, his thin lips glistening with water, his movements exceptionally provocative.

Xie Ye supported her back, pressing her towards him, holding her tightly against his chest, asking suggestively, “Do you want me to volunteer again?”

Chi Zhiyu suddenly felt his obvious reaction. Her mind was a bit slow, and she hadn’t spoken yet.

Xie Ye took her hand, slowly and gently moved it, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, panting and whispering, “Hm?”

Blatant seduction.

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... ... ...

Only a small night light was on in the master bedroom.

The light was dim, yet it seemed to emphasize what was happening.

His palm was extremely hot.

Chi Zhiyu’s hand was held by his, unable to pull away, moving with him.

At the same time, she listened to his hoarse voice in her ear, her mind somewhat blank, unconsciously moving closer to him.

After a long while.

Xie Ye seemed unable to bear it, immediately releasing her hand. The desire in his eyes remained undiminished. He looked up, seeing her clothes a bit disheveled, and pulled a quilt from the side to cover her. He closed his eyes, his throat bobbing, then got up, intending to go to the bathroom.

This action seemed familiar, almost habitual.

Chi Zhiyu had already sensed his intention. She suddenly raised her hand and hooked his neck, pressing her body against his to prevent him from getting up.

Xie Ye paused, holding her waist, his eyes as dark as ink, his voice a little hoarse: “What are you doing? Not letting me leave?”

Chi Zhiyu stared into his eyes, her courage inexplicably growing. She licked her lips and asked, “Didn’t you say you were willing just now?”

Xie Ye didn’t react, “What?”

Chi Zhiyu watched his meticulously tied tie gradually loosen. She had an impulse to tear it off.

The emotions he had stirred earlier now pressed down on her mind.

As if enchanted by him, she didn’t want him to leave like this.

She wouldn’t let go.

Chi Zhiyu felt a little parched. She tightened her grip around his neck and, recalling his actions, lowered her head to kiss the corner of his lips, then suddenly called out, “Xie Ye!”

Xie Ye didn’t resist, letting her kiss him. His Adam’s apple slowly bobbed up and down. “Mm.”

Chi Zhiyu’s voice was also tinged with desire. She slightly tilted her head, leaned close to his ear, her lingering breath enticingly asking, “Do you want to repay me with your body today?”

Her regained rationality was instantly shattered by her words.

Xie Ye’s breath hitched, falling on her neck, hot and burning.

He looked up. Her clothes were a bit disheveled from his previous actions. Marks dotted her pale skin. Her usually cool demeanor had vanished, replaced by an unconscious charm.

Like a soul-capturing enchantress.

An ancient female demon who devoured human hearts.

Their gazes met.

Xie Ye’s lips curved into a smile. He grabbed her wrist, brought it down again, licked his lips, and asked in a very debauched way, “How do you want me to repay you with my body?”

“...”

“Hm?”

As he spoke.

He gently thrust.

Chi Zhiyu’s hand instantly stiffened, daring not to move.

“So tell me,” Xie Ye released her hand, staring intently at her. He raised his hand and lightly brushed her lips with his fingertip, again and again, intimately and suggestively: “How should I compensate you?”

Chi Zhiyu’s heart thumped continuously. She licked her lips and, still somewhat clear-headed, said, “I’m the one paying, shouldn’t you be the one to think about how to compensate me?”

“Oh,” Xie Ye looked at her, smiling faintly, “I don’t know how either. What if my sugar mommy has demands?”

“...”

“Otherwise,” Xie Ye held her waist, lowered his head, and leaned close to her, enticingly asking, “Why don’t you teach me first?”

His face was inches away, like food automatically presented.

Chi Zhiyu’s vision was filled only with his lips, which were a deep color, tinged with a beautiful sheen of moisture.

She lowered her eyes, seeing that a few buttons on his collar were undone, and his tie was loosely tied, giving an artificial air of seriousness.

Chi Zhiyu uncontrollably raised her hand, pinching his tie knot and tugging it. It quickly loosened and she casually set it aside.

Xie Ye remained still, only staring at her, his expression unreadable, as if awaiting her next move, or perhaps restraining something.

Neither spoke, but something in the air seemed to be restless.

The curtains were slightly closed, creating a dim light.

Chi Zhiyu swallowed, her fingertips pinching the collar button on his shirt, intending to unbutton it, but she inadvertently kept touching his chest.

Xie Ye restrained himself, his breathing gradually growing heavy. The area she touched felt like it was enduring immense torment, excruciating and unbearable.

Chi Zhiyu didn’t know why the button was so hard to undo. She frowned, her voice a little low, “Your this—”

A low, hoarse voice broke the silence in the room, shattering his self-imposed restraint.

Xie Ye pinched her chin and, following the desire in his heart, directly kissed her lips.

The words on her lips were swallowed by him, replaced by his unrestrained assault.

The man’s breath swept over her, overwhelming her. The force of his kiss was unlike before; it was rough and urgent.

It was the explosion of long-suppressed desire.

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... ... ...

Only a small night light was on in the master bedroom.

The light was dim, yet it seemed to heighten the effect.

His palm was scorching hot.

Chi Zhiyu’s hand was held by his, unable to break free, moving with him.

At the same time, she listened to his hoarse voice near her ear, her mind somewhat empty, unconsciously drawing closer to him.

After a long while.

Xie Ye seemed unable to bear it, immediately releasing her hand. The desire in his eyes showed no diminishment. He looked up, seeing her clothes a bit disheveled, pulled a nearby quilt to cover her. He closed his eyes, his throat bobbing, and got up, intending to go to the bathroom.

This action seemed familiar, almost a habit.

Chi Zhiyu had already sensed his intention. She suddenly raised her hand and hooked his neck, pressing her body against his to prevent him from getting up.

Xie Ye paused, holding her waist, his eyes as dark as ink, his voice a little hoarse: “What are you doing? Not letting me leave yet?”

Chi Zhiyu stared into his eyes, her courage inexplicably growing. She licked her lips and asked, “Didn’t you say you were willing just now?”

Xie Ye didn’t react, “What?”

Chi Zhiyu watched his meticulously tied tie gradually loosen. She had an impulse to tear it off.

The emotions he had stirred earlier now pressed down on her mind.

As if enchanted by him, she didn’t want him to leave like this.

She wouldn’t let go.

Chi Zhiyu felt a little parched. She tightened her grip around his neck and, recalling his actions, lowered her head to kiss the corner of his lips, then suddenly called out, “Xie Ye!”

Xie Ye didn’t resist, letting her kiss him. His Adam’s apple slowly bobbed up and down. “Mm.”

Chi Zhiyu’s voice was also tinged with desire. She slightly tilted her head, leaned close to his ear, her lingering breath enticingly asking, “Do you want to repay me with your body today?”

Her regained rationality was instantly shattered by her words.

Xie Ye’s breath hitched, falling on her neck, hot and burning.

He looked up. Her clothes were a bit disheveled from his previous actions. Marks dotted her pale skin. Her usually cool demeanor had vanished, replaced by an unconscious charm.

Like a soul-capturing enchantress.

An ancient female demon who devoured human hearts.

Their gazes met.

Xie Ye’s lips curved into a smile. He grabbed her wrist, brought it down again, licked his lips, and asked in a very debauched way, “How do you want me to repay me with your body?”

“...”

“Hm?”

As he spoke.

He gently thrust.

Chi Zhiyu’s hand instantly stiffened, daring not to move.

“So tell me,” Xie Ye released her hand, staring intently at her. He raised his hand and lightly brushed her lips with his fingertip, again and again, intimately and suggestively: “How should I compensate you?”

Chi Zhiyu’s heart thumped continuously. She licked her lips and, still somewhat clear-headed, said, “I’m the one paying, shouldn’t you be the one to think about how to compensate me?”

“Oh,” Xie Ye looked at her, smiling faintly, “I don’t know how either. What if my sugar mommy has demands?”

“...”

“Otherwise,” Xie Ye held her waist, lowered his head, and leaned close to her, enticingly asking, “Why don’t you teach me first?”

His face was inches away, like food automatically presented.

Chi Zhiyu’s vision was filled only with his lips, which were a deep color, tinged with a beautiful sheen of moisture.

She lowered her eyes, seeing that a few buttons on his collar were undone, and his tie was loosely tied, giving an artificial air of seriousness.

Chi Zhiyu uncontrollably raised her hand, pinching his tie knot and tugging it. It quickly loosened and she casually set it aside.

Xie Ye remained still, only staring at her, his expression unreadable, as if awaiting her next move, or perhaps restraining something.

Neither spoke, but something in the air seemed to be restless.

The curtains were slightly closed, creating a dim light.

Chi Zhiyu swallowed, her fingertips pinching the collar button on his shirt, intending to unbutton it, but she inadvertently kept touching his chest.

Xie Ye restrained himself, his breathing gradually growing heavy. The area she touched felt like it was enduring immense torment, excruciating and unbearable.

Chi Zhiyu didn’t know why the button was so hard to undo. She frowned, her voice a little low, “Your this—”

A low, hoarse voice broke the silence in the room, shattering his self-imposed restraint.

Xie Ye pinched her chin and, following the desire in his heart, directly kissed her lips.

The words on her lips were swallowed by him, replaced by his unrestrained assault.

The man’s breath swept over her, overwhelming her. The force of his kiss was unlike before; it was rough and urgent.

It was the explosion of long-suppressed desire.

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... ... ...

Chi Zhiyu’s body landed on the bed. She looked at the light nearby and said with a trembling voice, “Xie Ye, turn off the light...”

Xie Ye confined her waist, lowered his head, lightly bit her earlobe, and chuckled in a deep, husky voice, “You’re paying, and you’re still shy?”

Chi Zhiyu’s hands clung to his shoulders. She urged him, somewhat embarrassed, “...Turn off the light.”

Xie Ye chuckled and kissed her cheek. As she requested, he casually pressed the switch.

In an instant.

The only light in the room vanished, but it seemed to intensify the effect even more.

The vision grew dim, and other senses became sharper.

Their breaths gradually synchronized, deep and rapid.

Chi Zhiyu unconsciously gasped, feeling him suddenly release her, as if he had taken something. His body pressed close again.

Chi Zhiyu’s vision was somewhat blurred. He lightly lifted her. In a daze, she saw him tear open the package, then grasp her hand and slowly guide it downwards.

Understanding his intention, Chi Zhiyu’s fingertips trembled. She couldn’t help but ask in a hoarse voice, “When did you buy this?”

“Just in case,” Xie Ye hooked her slender ankle and lightly said, kissing her lips, “In case you can’t resist taking advantage of me.”

Hearing this, and considering her earlier seductive actions, Chi Zhiyu inexplicably felt that it might indeed happen.

However, before she could reflect, her senses were instantly taken over by the person in front of her.

Night descended.

Outside the window, in the commercial district, there was a faint murmur of people coming and going, bustling and somewhat lively.

Eleven floors up, the chaos was cut off, leaving only restlessness.

Xie Ye’s movements were gentle, but as accumulation and perception intensified, they gradually impacted his nerves, and his force gradually increased.

His principle of never hurting her.

At this moment, accompanied by years of longing and love, it transformed into another dark side, occupying his mind.

He only wanted all of her to become his.

Hers.

A strong possessiveness pressed down on his rationality.

Chi Zhiyu leaned against him, clutching his neck with increasing force as his movements intensified. Tears welled in her eyes, and she softly whimpered.

“Xie Ye, let go...”

Her suppressed, delicate voice reached his ears, suddenly reawakening the heartache he had forgotten.

Xie Ye’s eyes were slightly red. He gasped, wrapping one arm around her back, his movements softening slightly. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Let go of what?”

Chi Zhiyu’s hands clutched his back, as if wanting to push him away, yet constantly drawing closer. She could only say with a trembling voice, “Let... go, I don’t need you to compensate me anymore...”

Hearing this, Xie Ye lowered his head and licked away the tears at the corner of her eye. His actions were gentle, but his tone was familiar and wicked, “Too late.”

His lips moved down, opening to bite her chin, “With me, if it’s given—”

Xie Ye kissed the corner of her lips, as if sealing a promise.

“You must accept it.”