"Truly impressive, as expected of Miao Jing."
She smiled gently, her pupils suddenly brightening as she looked at him with delight. "Still, I must thank you. Those university years were wonderful for me. Thank you for that sum of money—it gave me the confidence to stand alone in an unfamiliar metropolis. I rarely worried about survival, instead trying many new experiences: dating, makeup and fashion, making friends, connecting with more accomplished individuals. Formal etiquette events and high-society banquets... It seems no one could tell I was once a burden who couldn't even afford regular meals."
Chen Yi gazed steadily at her.
Miao Jing's eyes filled with tender starlight as she extended her pale, slender fingers to carefully trace his handsome brows, whispering softly, "Chen Yi, to me, you were my first patron. I suppose this is the outcome you wanted—for me to reach higher and go further."
"Good." He closed his eyes, dark lashes trembling as he tilted his head back with a choked sob, Adam's apple bobbing. "You've done very well."
She carefully pressed a light kiss to his forehead, fragrant hair brushing his cheek as she silently inquired, "Want to be with me? After six years, I still often think of those days."
"Why not?" A cruel smile touched his lips. "Wasn't it you who offered yourself that summer break?"
Chapter 27: Midnight Sofa
Miao Jing smiled enchantingly, her limpid eyes sparkling as she stood naturally relaxed before him. Removing her hair tie, she shook loose a cloud of fluffy hair that cascaded over her shoulders with the movement. Peeking up at him through her lashes, her high-neck sweater gradually slipped from her alluring form as she raised her arms, while the heavy textured long skirt pooled on the floor. Kicking off her flats, she stepped barefoot onto the discarded garments. The minimal black silk lingerie gleamed exquisitely against her snow-white slender frame, possessing the delicate translucence of fine blanc de Chine porcelain.
The body concealed beneath loose clothing proved unexpectedly exquisite.
Chen Yi remained motionless on the sofa, feeling his blood flow with icy slowness as he watched indifferently. His dark eyes appeared particularly detached, yet his gaze remained firmly fixed on her.
That visual attention felt tangible—like transparent spider silk drifting across her hair, brows, lips, neck, and body—revisiting the warmth and intensity he'd once bestowed. Beneath memories of enthusiastic, secretly frantic explorations lay sweetness, while his well-deep eyes concealed buried ice, faintly veiling blue cold flames that leaped soundlessly beneath thick frozen layers.
As she approached, his thighs dipped under her weight. Slender jade-like fingers braced against his solid thighs before stroking his broad chest, finally coming to rest on his cold, stern cheeks.
Confronted with this snow-pale vision, Chen Yi's throat moved as he closed his eyes impassively. Yet his hands instinctively circled her slender waist, caressing the smooth, warm skin.
After a long moment, his voice emerged hoarse: "In summer, your body felt cool to the touch. When colder weather came, it turned warm—exceptionally comfortable to hold."
Bony, distinct fingers devoid of warmth wandered across her graceful form.
"Your breasts aren't particularly large—just right for one hand to hold. You have to squeeze firmly to create cleavage."
"Always dressed so conservatively, yet your skin is remarkably delicate. The lightest kiss leaves marks."
His large hands lingered over straight, long legs, addicted to the satin-smooth texture of her skin."The bruise hit right here, a large red mark that wouldn't fade until the next morning."
His slender fingers finally pressed against that small piece of fabric, rubbing and kneading with feather-light touches.
Miao Jing desperately held back her ragged breathing, her body taut. The jade-like arm draped over his shoulder trembled slightly, her shimmering eyes wavered, and she bit her cherry lips as she allowed him to explore.
Whether from burning jealousy or overwhelming possessiveness, his tone remained exceptionally restrained and calm.
"Were they better than me?"
She asked in a trembling voice, "In what way?"
His tone turned tender and intimate, "What do you think?"
"Of course..." She half-closed her eyes, swallowing with difficulty.
His deep, pitch-black eyes suddenly flew open, shining brightly as they fixed intently on her, examining her carefully. The corners of his lips slowly curved into a cold, alluring, and rakish smile. "Why aren't you wet enough..."
Miao Jing was momentarily stunned.
"I remember you used to get wet quickly with just a little touch. Didn't you do anything at the hotel? After your shower, your body would feel cool, carrying the scent of moisture and shower gel." His large hand wantonly kneaded her flawless skin. "Seven hours is enough for anything. Why no kissing, no touching, not a single mark?"
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, knuckles curved as they slid back and forth over her softness. Miao Jing gasped softly, her waist going limp as she bit her lip to suppress her sounds, her delicate brows tightly furrowed as she leaned against his shoulder.
The veins at his temples bulged, his entire body taut like iron. His aura was icy yet filled with menace, the muscles in his arms straining with excessive force, making his fingers move with difficulty. "After we're done, this part of you becomes especially wet and soft, dripping with just a little touch."
With a sudden rough movement, Miao Jing twisted her waist, her body shaking and swaying with his motions, the corners of her eyes turning red. "Chen Yi." She called his name weakly and softly, the invading fingers making her body unbearably uncomfortable as she frowned and gasped.
Chen Yi's brow remained tightly locked, his jaw clenched hard. "You didn't come back for me. Who the hell cares if you return? Think you're something special? Coming back just to seduce me, to torment me—what kind of person do you take me for? I'm from the streets, you think you can play games with me? Are you fucking asking for death?"
His entire body was hard as stone, burning hot, yet his mind remained cold. His rough fingertips wreaked havoc maliciously. Miao Jing repeatedly called his name in unbearable discomfort, the lack of foreplay making the sensation particularly intense. She intermittently said it hurt, her delicate face scrunched up, her waist sore and weak as she struggled to escape his grasp, collapsing against his arm with flushed cheeks, panting heavily.
What room was there for romantic thoughts now? The woman in his arms was like a seductive yet thorny enchantress. Since her return, his previously carefree life had been turned upside down. Every day had been torture. If she had been obedient, they might have continued like this, but she had to stir up trouble, tormenting him here and there. How could those cherry lips utter so many words that stabbed at his heart, frying it over and over in boiling oil? Even before, she had only known how to bother him and cause him trouble. When in this lifetime had he ever owed her anything?
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