Under Meng Ruozhao's direct gaze, Pei Jiangmu didn't step back. Instead, he leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers. His deep-set eyes were like a whirlpool, threatening to suck her soul in.
His voice was extremely low, with a magnetic charm that was both alluring and exuded an undeniable air of danger. "Oh? A voice told you I'm good to kiss?"
He slowly, suggestively ran his tongue over his lips, while his intense gaze was locked on her dazed eyes. "Then, sister... do you want to..."
"Verify it for yourself?"
"See if that voice lied to you."
His words were like poisoned honey. Each syllable struck the alcohol-numbed nerves in Meng Ruozhao's brain, bringing a thrilling excitement and an irresistible temptation.
The air instantly became thick and hot, as if it would burst into flames the next second. Meng Ruozhao seemed to be bewitched by the whirlpool in his deep eyes and his hoarse invitation. The alcohol blurred the boundaries and magnified her instincts.
Following the vague voice in her heart, she clumsily and gently leaned in, pressing her lips against his. The touch was as soft as she had imagined, yet surprisingly hot.
Almost the moment their lips met, the string of "restraint" that Pei Jiangmu had been tightly holding onto snapped. But he didn't immediately take over roughly. He let her clumsily and tentatively touch his lips for a few seconds, feeling her warm, wine-scented breath. It was as if he was patiently making the final preparations before savoring a long-awaited delicacy.
Then, the moment she tried to pull away, he suddenly took the initiative. One hand firmly supported the back of her head, while the other wrapped around her waist, easily pulling her down onto the soft sofa. His tall and muscular body followed, completely covering her under his shadow. This move was full of an undeniable sense of control, yet gentle enough to protect her in his arms, as if afraid she would get hurt.
His kiss was no longer a mere peck. It was a kiss that had accumulated half a year's worth of longing. At the same time, it carried suppressed anger, mixed with unease, panic, and extreme desire. He knew every secret of her body so well, and exactly how to make her sink quickly. Even his breath precisely tickled her sensitive nerves.
Meng Ruozhao felt dizzy, as if he had taken away all the oxygen. Her brain completely shut down, leaving only the storm in her sensory world. She was retreating step by step, in complete disarray. She could only weakly cling to his shoulders, emitting soft whimpers that even she found strange. Like a fish thrown onto the beach by the waves, she could only passively bear the power of the tide.
In the heat of passion, just as everything was about to slide out of control into a deeper realm, Pei Jiangmu abruptly stopped. He slightly raised his head, breathing heavily, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. The deep desire burned in his deep eyes, but he still retained a glimmer of clarity.
He propped himself above her, staring intently at her, with her blurred eyes, flushed cheeks, and slightly swollen lips from the kiss. "Meng Ruozhao..."
He called her by her full name, his voice hoarse and with an almost obsessive seriousness. "Look at me. Do you know who I am?"
Meng Ruozhao looked at him blankly, her eyes unfocused. But her body seemed dissatisfied with his sudden stop and subconsciously wanted to get closer to him for more.
Pei Jiangmu didn't allow her to evade. His fingertips gently caressed her burning cheeks as he stubbornly asked, "Tell me. Who am I?"
She was a bit annoyed by the question and was intimidated by the strange and overwhelming thing in his eyes. Subconsciously, she turned her head away and refused to answer.
Pei Jiangmu's eyes darkened. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her lower lip lightly, with a hint of punishment. She let out a cry of pain and stared at him aggrievedly.
"Tell me," he commanded, his hot breath spraying on her face.
"Pei Jiangmu," she replied, in pain and scared by his stubbornness in his eyes. Finally, she answered vaguely, with a hint of crying. "It's Pei Jiangmu..."
After getting the answer he wanted, the storm in his eyes subsided a bit, but another question followed. "And you? Are you doing this voluntarily?"
His fingers slowly slid down, with a burning temperature, and stopped at a very ambiguous position, full of implications. Meng Ruozhao was left hanging by his teasing. She had lost all her rationality, leaving only her most instinctive reaction and the desire to be relieved.
With a crying voice, she blurted out almost without thinking. "Voluntary... I'm voluntary... Stop asking..."
These words were like the most effective command, instantly shattering all of Pei Jiangmu's self - control. He no longer held back. He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely again, with a passion that was almost destructive, completely dragging her into the stormy waves he dominated.
He had abstained for half a year, and the accumulated desire was almost burning him up. Inevitably, his actions carried a bit of out - of - control strength and eagerness. But even so, he always paid attention to her state, putting her feelings first, doing his best to please her and lead her to the peak of pleasure.
When it was over, Meng Ruozhao was extremely tired. She didn't even want to move a finger and fell into a deep sleep. Pei Jiangmu looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his eyes complex and soft. He knew very well that she would probably have amnesia when she woke up the next morning, and might even attribute everything that happened tonight to a absurd dream. He hooked his lips wickedly. It was good this way.
Just now, he didn't carry her into the master bedroom but into the guest room where he was temporarily staying. Now, he quickly cleaned them both, then carefully placed her on the bed, even deliberately letting her be filled with more of his scent.
Then, in the early morning, he dressed her properly, carried her back to her own room, and settled her down. After that, he returned to the guest room. He quickly removed all the soiled bed sheets and quilt covers, stuffed them into the washing machine, and destroyed all the "evidence".
After doing all this, he returned to Meng Ruozhao's room, carefully lay down beside her, and gently pulled her into his arms. Listening to her even breathing, his panicked heart of the past half - year was finally filled with satiety and a morbid sense of peace.
Early in the morning, he got up quietly before she woke up and took out the dried bed sheets and quilt covers. After making the bed again, he lay down and pretended to have slept soundly all night.
Sure enough, the next day, Meng Ruozhao woke up in her familiar room. She only felt a splitting headache, and her whole body was as weak and sore as if it had been disassembled and reassembled. She rubbed her temples and sat up. Some vague fragments uncontrollably flashed into her mind -
The passionate kiss, the firm touch, the hoarse gasps, and those deep eyes that seemed to suck people in...
The protagonists seemed to be Pei Jiangmu and her?!