Rainstreams cascaded down the car windows like beaded curtains. In such a cramped, confined space, with such an ambiguous and provocative posture, there were no flushed cheeks or racing hearts, no panic or alarm—only two pairs of strikingly bright eyes locked intently on each other.
"Let me go."
Miao Jing frowned and snapped, her coat slipping off her shoulders. The loose collar of her knitwear exposed a vast expanse of snow-white skin at her neck and chest, her slender frame rising and falling with each breath. The hem of her skirt draped over him as she straddled his legs, feeling the firm, straight lines and taut muscles of his thighs.
"No."
His gaze was fierce and unyielding, his words just as hard. Staring at her crimson lips, his eyes darkened before he leaned in again, seeking a kiss.
Miao Jing jerked her chin upward, evading his lips, her delicate, vulnerable neck arched as she gasped for air.
His kiss landed on her slender, swan-like neck.
Wherever his lips touched was satisfaction enough for him. His scorching mouth pressed against her, a vengeful pleasure as he nibbled and sucked her tender, sensitive skin—damp, warm, leaving faint marks in their wake. Miao Jing trembled violently, writhing and dodging under his restraint, her cool composure on the verge of shattering. Her voice quivered, "Chen Yi, don’t go too far. I have a boyfriend."
His kisses trailed down to her collarbone, his lips lingering over the delicate bone, sucking and gently biting. Her body shook intensely, and even his hoarse voice trembled: "You have a boyfriend and still dare to come near me? You have a boyfriend and don’t know to draw a clear line with me? Don’t you know who I am?"
His large, tousled head nuzzled against her chest like a steaming beast, the skin beneath his kisses flushing pink like peach blossoms.
In this situation, her resistance was utterly futile—she was at his mercy, like meat on a chopping block.
"Chen Yi." Miao Jing struggled to maintain her clarity, forcing out cold words through gritted teeth, "Don’t touch me... You have a girlfriend too, and women lining up waiting for you."
"Broke up. I didn’t sleep with them."
He kissed her again and again, the familiar sweetness and softness flooding his memory. His prickly short hair made her shiver with itchiness, trembling like a leaf in the cold wind.
"You chose to come back. You provoked me first. You broke the rules." His lips drifted lower, and her entire body shuddered. "Miao Jing, you brought this on yourself..."
His skilled tongue swept over her chest, wetly gliding across her smooth skin, tracing the edge of her knitwear and slipping beneath it, exploring the rising slopes of crystalline snow—a position both provocative and intimate. Chen Yi had held back until now, but he had long cast off moral restraints. This wasn’t someone else, and it wasn’t the first time—he had done this before, tasted this before. He had dreamed of it, unable to forget.
Miao Jing tightly shut her flushed eyes, swallowing hard as she hunched her shoulders and hissed hoarsely, "Chen Yi, do you believe I’ll call the police?"
"Of course. You’re the best at sacrificing family for righteousness." He lifted his head from her chest, seeing her dazed, enchanting face, her slightly reddened eyes shimmering with tears. He chuckled hoarsely, his tongue lazily sweeping across his teeth, releasing her hands behind her back and pulling out his phone to hand it to her. Raising his sharp brows, he said, "Go ahead, call. Let the police come arrest me, send me to prison. Let Lu Zhengsi know—oh, right, does he know we’ve kissed before? Slept together?"
The words were too brazen. Miao Jing’s face darkened, stiffening as she turned her head away, her neck rigid.Chen Yi stared at her unblinkingly, a faint bitterness in his heart, yet he deliberately feigned nonchalance, leisurely wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm not going to do anything. Didn't you say I was sick? I just want to kiss you. Kissing someone isn't a crime, is it?"
He blinked slowly, pressing closer until his forehead rested against her cheek, his voice coaxing. "Miao Jing... want to kiss? Just a kiss, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, we'll sit like this in the car all night, hmm?" He reached out, forcibly turning her stubborn yet soft face back to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, foreheads touching, noses brushing, before he smiled faintly, as if infused with boundless tenderness.
Miao Jing's heart raced wildly, her lips trembling slightly, her throat dry. Her entire body felt numb and stiff.
"Like before..." he murmured soundlessly, his tone ethereal and soft, "lying in bed kissing..."
"I don't—"
She resisted weakly, a paper tiger putting up a brave front, but before her words fully escaped, her cherry lips were already captured by his. Her long lashes fluttered once before she quietly closed her eyes.
Their lips melded together, starting with gentle pecks and soft sucks, docile and harmless, tender and lingering. After a moment of sweetness, his tongue pried open her slightly parted teeth, slipping in effortlessly like a fish in water—wet, soft, and slick. It meticulously traced each of her pearly teeth before delving deeper, then flicked to tease the sensitive roof of her mouth. Miao Jing's heart tingled with an itchy thrill. She struggled briefly, but Chen Yi's arms tightened around her back, pressing her firmly against him. The warmth of his body seeped through their clothes, his embrace so tight it felt as though they might merge into one. The young man's scent was rich and potent—a blend of tobacco and clean skin, sharp with a hint of faint bitterness and coolness, more intense and real than she remembered. Enveloped in it, she felt a blank, relaxed tipsiness, like after a drink, yet simultaneously scorched by a persistent, somber undertone that made her curl up like withering leaves, unbearable.
Miao Jing seemed unable to endure it, clutching his collar as she tried to pull away. But the movements in her mouth suddenly intensified. Chen Yi sucked and teased her tongue with increasing force, chasing and playing, nibbling and tangling with her delicate tongue. His firm tongue stiffened, pressing against hers and thrusting in and out of her mouth, striking her cheeks and palate. Saliva trickled from the corners of their lips, the wet, smacking sounds of the kiss vivid and erotic. His large hands on her back tightened further, fingers roaming and kneading her spine as if each had a mind of its own. Every bone and muscle in his body seemed to grind against her, his slender waist rocking in small arcs, thrusting and rubbing against her sensitive spots. Her lifted hips knocked against the steering wheel with dull thuds.
Their breaths burned like fire. Chen Yi's mind buzzed, wholly surrendering to his body's commands. Miao Jing felt as if she were being crushed to pieces under his weight—his clothes and bones rubbing against her skin relentlessly, leaving her flushed, sore, and damp. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she raised her hand and slapped him sharply across the face.
Only then did Chen Yi snap back to reality.Suddenly realizing his transgression, he opened his wild and fierce eyes to see Miao Jing's face flushed crimson as if dripping blood, her gaze filled with reproachful anger. Sheepishly releasing the deep kiss, a silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips. He exhaled a long, heated breath, sprawling limply against the chair back, closing his eyes to rest for a few moments before grinning. When he reopened his eyes, seeing her red lips and starry eyes both glistening and radiant, his heart swelled with sweetness and restlessness. He grasped her flushed fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing and caressing them.
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