On their second encounter, Jian Mi deceived Xing Zheng and lured him into bed.
Being a natural enchantress, she sat on the bed, exposing her delicate and tender feet, slowly trailing them up the man’s legs with seductive movements.
“Everyone says that you, Uncle, are a born tyrant. In your youth, you were capable of stabbing your father, getting kidnapped, and still managing to cut off two fingers of the kidnapper and return on your own. Now, seeing me like this, I can’t help but feel scared.”
Xing Zheng firmly grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer to him, his gaze filled with intensity. “If that’s the case, why did you dare to provoke me?”
Jian Mi smiled and extended her hand, grabbing the man’s tie and slowly pulling it towards her. “I just wanted to test if the rumors about you, Uncle, are true… if you truly have the power to make people… unable to resist.”
With each word, Jian Mi emphasized her point, exuding a seductive charm.
The man’s deep and sinister eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned down and sensually bit onto those enticing, slightly parted lips.
Xing Zheng’s kiss lacked finesse, and soon a metallic taste filled Jian Mi’s mouth.
The pain caused Jian Mi to involuntarily furrow her beautiful brows. Slowly, she opened her eyes, pushed Xing Zheng away, and gently wiped her red lips with her hand.
The bloodstain from the corner of her lips, where she had just been bitten, served as a makeshift lipstick, adding to the allure of her red lips and giving her a unique charm.
“Uncle, don’t you know how to do it properly? Should I teach you?”
Jian Mi’s eyes carried seductive aggression, her red lips enchanting, arousing a desire in people to see her beg and plead while crying.
Xing Zheng impatiently tugged at his tie, his eyes filled with depth and fiery intensity.
Amidst their passionate encounter, their clothes had long been discarded, and a thin layer of sweat covered the man’s back. Jian Mi’s breathing was slightly labored. Although she had just found fault with the man’s kiss, she now yearned to be kissed by him.
Suddenly, a knocking sound echoed from the headboard.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Accompanied by a curse from the man, “Damn it, can’t they let us sleep?!”
Xing Zheng glanced at her, his eyes filled with amusement. “You’re quite daring, booking a room right next to your boyfriend’s room.”
Jian Mi’s face remained devoid of fear as she smiled radiantly. Every gesture she made exuded charm and captivated the senses. “He enjoys bringing people to these poorly soundproofed motels to demonstrate his prowess. I’m simply indulging his preferences.”
A fleeting coldness flickered in Xing Zheng’s eyes as he unabashedly resumed his conquest.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Xing Zheng finally got up without sparing a glance at Jian Mi.
Putting on his pants and acting as if he didn’t know her?
What a despicable man.
Jian Mi propped herself up and approached Xing Zheng, then suddenly lowered her head and fiercely bit into his collarbone.
Her teeth were sharp.
A deep bite mark appeared on Xing Zheng’s collarbone, oozing a few drops of dark red blood.
Jian Mi smiled softly, her lips brushing against the bite mark as she gently kissed it, her warm breath spreading across Xing Zheng’s neck.
She used her fingertips to lightly brush against Xing Zheng’s chest. “Uncle, does it hurt?”
The man remained silent.
Jian Mi pouted, “But you hurt me earlier.”
The bite mark beneath her lips began to slowly bleed, and she lightly stuck out her tongue to lick it. “My man should bear my mark on his body.”
Xing Zheng’s face remained devoid of emotion as he forcefully pushed her away and stood up. “I find it repulsive.”
Jian Mi scoffed lightly, “But your body didn’t seem to mind.”
Suddenly, Xing Zheng leaned down and firmly grasped her wrists. Her wrists were delicate, as if they could break with just a gentle force.
Jian Mi possessed a face that made hearts race, with innocent yet seductive eyes, fully aware of her own allure.
But Xing Zheng knows that she is not just a simple little white rabbit (not innocent).
She is hypocritical, greedy, and even arrogant. She dared to target herself, and ironically, this cunning woman is exactly what Xing Zheng dislikes the most.
“Dare to use me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll break your limbs?”
Jian Mi blinked her eyes, appearing like a beautiful lamb easily deceived. She tilted her head slightly, pretending not to grasp the threatening tone in the other person’s words. “Compared to Xing Zixu, I prefer Xiaoshu. Is that not allowed?”
Xing Zheng laughed, but his grip tightened with cruel force.
Jian Mi furrowed her beautiful brows, and her cold and penetrating face revealed a hint of pain, giving her a somewhat broken appearance. However, this did not elicit much pity, only the desire to utterly destroy her.
“Xiaoshu, it hurts~”
Her coquettish cry of pain, accompanied by her flickering eyes and naturally charming features, stirred an itch in people’s hearts.
Xing Zheng’s eyes darkened even further. In the next second, Jian Mi was forcefully thrown onto the bed, and the man once again pressed himself upon her without a trace of tenderness.
(End of this chapter)