Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Kiss again!

Jiang Chongyan lay there obediently and quietly.

The normally cold and stern young master, with his guard held high, was completely drunk after just one drink. His cheeks flushed and his skin heated, he had no idea he was ready to do whatever anyone wanted.

The air was filled with the aroma of persimmon wine.

The sweet, fruity aroma, mixed with alcohol, spread like invisible hands. His entire body was enveloped in the aroma of persimmon wine, scalding and hazy, revealing a seductive, deep ripeness.

This is his home. His room in a small country villa in the countryside.

His seventy-year-old grandmother was sleeping upstairs.

Xin Tong was the only sober person in the whole house.

If she wanted, she could take a step forward and lift up his clothes.

As long as the action is not big, no one will know.

…

Are you using this to test cadres?

Xin Tong pulled out the computer chair next to the table, sat down, and stared at the person on the bed for a while.

Jiang Chongyan was really drunk.

I can't drink much. I passed out after one glass and lost all consciousness.

Tsk. Xin Tong crossed her arms.

She wasn't that horny yet, and she didn't like taking advantage of others when they were drunk.

Playing hard-to-get-off-with-male-models in a club is fun, but if you really encounter a virgin who doesn't want to be in that line of work, just ring the bell and tell him to leave. Forcing someone is the most boring thing.

In fact, the interesting thing about the daily teasing of the young master lies in his resistance.

Now it's pointless to let her do whatever she wants without knowing it.

Xin Tong stood up. She thoughtfully opened the window for ventilation and covered him with a blanket. This was someone else's room; it wouldn't be polite to stay there any longer. She turned around and tried to leave.

But the next second, something tripped him.

Looking down, he saw Coke's big, wet eyes looking at him.

"What's the matter?"

Xin Tong bent down and touched him, "Go, go out, your dad wants to sleep."

Coke circled around her feet several times and refused to leave.

Xin Tong wanted to go out by herself, but Kele wouldn't let her go out. He kept stopping her and asked her to play with him.

He kept circling around the desk in the room, barking at the desk drawers, as if asking her to see.

...What's wrong with this dog?

Xin Tong didn't want to watch. What was the point of rummaging through someone else's drawers in their room? After all, she was a lady from a wealthy family.

She squatted down and pointed her finger at the dog's head, "Silly dog, stop barking."

But Coke screamed even louder.

It was late at night and the house was quiet. Grandma upstairs had already gone to bed. The villa was completely silent except for the mental pollution caused by the noise of this big fat dog.

Xin Tong grabbed its mouth.

The dog had round eyes and started barking again as Xin Tong let go.

She had no choice but to stand up and open the drawer.

"Okay."

The dog stopped barking.

But seeing that she just opened it and didn't look at what was inside, she started screaming again.

Xin Tong had no choice but to look inside and found a pile of old photos in the drawer.

Take them out and look through them one by one.

They are all photos of Jiang Chongyan from childhood to adulthood.

The earliest photos show him in his early childhood, presumably in elementary school. His face was young and innocent, and when he smiled, two pointed fangs were visible. His features, however, were already somewhat like they are now, beginning to take on a certain angularity. He had that air of arrogance visible from a young age.

She recognized the setting; it was Qiyu Village. The farmland she had walked through today, the persimmon trees at the entrance to the village, even the cobblestone street in front of the guesthouse where she was staying.

It was a busy harvest season, with villagers happily drying their harvested peppers. A little boy was running and jumping, holding a bunch of peppers in his hands.

Autumn is the most important season in the countryside. Harvest, the reward for hard work, is not just cold hard cash, but also a rich, colorful harvest of fruits and vegetables, scented with the earthy aroma of the fields. Red, green, and yellow, spread out in vast expanses on rooftops and stone terraces, the brightest colors in the clear springs at the foot of the mountains.

There are many women in Qiyu Village.

Young, middle-aged, and old.

Some farm, some work in Qingfeng City, and some run businesses. They have all kinds of looks and all kinds of smiles, all lively and vivid.

…

Xin Tong flipped through the pages one by one.

Suddenly I turned over a picture with a very different style.

This was in the magnificent hall. Xin Tong, a native of Wucheng, had followed He Chuan to banquets since childhood, and immediately recognized that this was the Empire Hotel.

Jiang Chongyan was taken back to Wucheng from Qiyu Village by Jiang Cheng.

He is now the only young master heir to the Jiang family. His grandfather and father have high hopes for him, and his name is known to everyone in the circle.

He was probably no more than ten years old at the time. He was wearing a suit, not smiling much, staring at the camera, with a huge five-layer cake in front of him. He was surrounded by people, wearing a birthday hat on his head.

He was surrounded by men: his grandfather, his father, and his uncles who had lost their fight for the family inheritance. In the entire photo, there was only one woman: his mother, standing at the very edge, her smile faint and indifferent.

Xin Tong turned it over and saw a line of words on the back of the photo.

Crooked, unruly, like falling leaves.

——"Autumn is coming to an end."

Xin Tong was suddenly hit at that moment.

Suddenly, a dull "pop" sound was heard behind me.

She started and the photo fell on the table.

Xin Tong turned around and saw the man still lying there. He was still drunk, but he had turned over and hit the side of the bed with his arm.

After looking for a few seconds, she suddenly realized that Jiang Chongyan's face seemed abnormally red.

His eyes were tightly closed, sweat had formed on his forehead, and his golden hair was slightly damp. He slept restlessly, his brow slightly furrowed.

Even if he was drunk, he shouldn't feel so uncomfortable.

Xin Tong walked closer and bent down, rubbing his forehead with the back of her left hand to test the temperature, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly grab her wrist.

He was drunk but had more strength. His palms were large and dark in color, with veins entwined on the back of his hands. His five fingers were clenched, gripping Xin Tong so tightly that it hurt.

Xin Tong tried to struggle and pull it out, but she couldn't. He grabbed her hand harder and harder, pressing it to her cheek. Xin Tong felt his hot and red face.

“It’s so cold…”

“So comfortable.”

The man murmured, his whole body was burning hot, and Xin Tong's slightly cool hand seemed like the only source of coldness he could touch, icy cold.

He closed his eyes tightly, rubbed his cheek into her soft palm, and his wet hair stuck to the side of his face.

His movements and expression were extremely pitiful, but his strength was terrifying. The tall man was lying on the bed. Xin Tong had just retracted her hand a little when she was easily restrained again.

Her hands were strong and large. Her wrist bones were prominent, and years of dancing had left a thin layer of calluses on her palms. The gentle, delicate rubbing of her hands brushed against the delicate skin on the back of Xin Tong's hands, sending a tingling sensation of warmth and numbness.

"..." Xin Tong couldn't pull her hands away, so she could only let him go. After observing Jiang Chongyan's condition for a few seconds, she suddenly thought, "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

It was too obvious on his face. Fruit wine doesn't have much alcohol content, and fruit itself has the effect of sobering up. He became like this after just one sip. The only explanation is an alcohol allergy.

Xin Tong's heart moved, thinking, "Is there going to be any loss of life?"

His left hand was tightly held by the confused eldest young master, so he could only pat his face with his other hand.

"Jiang Chongyan, wake up. Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"Are you okay?"

She looked around.

"Do you have any honey at home?"

"I'll get you a glass of honey water, wake up...ah!"

The next second, her hand was pulled down hard, and she was caught off guard and fell on him.

Two large hands pressed down on her lower back, forcing her down against his chest. The arm across her waist was scorching hot, pressing her entire back upwards and then downwards. Xin Tong let out a small cry of surprise, her soft breasts suddenly squeezed painfully, pressed tightly against the man's hot body.

The sudden approach made his scent even stronger. The sweet aroma of fruit wine mingled with the two of them.

Xin Tong raised her head in a panic, and could only see the handsome face of the young man close to her.

He has a narrow face and thin skin. Even when lying flat, he still looks handsome from this angle.

An angular jawline, full lips, and hot, heavy breathing that smelled of wine.

She wanted to struggle but couldn't move at all. She put her hands on his chest and called him softly.

"Jiang Chongyan, Jiang Chongyan."

——"It's so noisy."

He spoke suddenly, his voice extremely hoarse.

"You're pressing so hard." Xin Tong was almost breathless. She looked up at him and saw that he was still frowning slightly, his eyes still closed, and his consciousness was still unclear. Even the skin on his neck had turned red, and there was even a small red mark on his collarbone.

Xin Tong's heart skipped a beat.

That's right. This is alcohol allergy.

"Jiang Chongyan, don't sleep. You're allergic to alcohol."

"I'll get you some fruit. You'll be fine after eating it. You're not feeling well right now. If you start having trouble breathing, it'll be troublesome. Where is the nearest hospital in Qiyu Village..."

So noisy.

The man finally opened his eyes, picked her up and turned her around, pressing her tightly under him, his brows furrowed in an annoyed arc, and his strong fingers pinched her chin, blocking her chattering mouth.

*

Xin Tong's eyes widened instantly.

She was completely covered by the tall man, with broad shoulders, and her vision was obstructed, and she could hardly see the ceiling. In panic, she could only grab his clothes at the side of his waist and feel the undulating muscles of his back.

She was at a loss of reaction for a moment, not knowing whether to push it away.

But the next moment, she caught a glimpse of him kissing her seriously.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his body scorching, his eyelashes trembling. He was fierce, rebellious, and she had never seen him so cautious. Awkward, immature, his Adam's apple rolling, he pecked at her lips gently, then held her mouth and sucked tenderly.

Just such a simple contact made his breathing hot and heavy, and his heartbeat almost like a drum.

But after kissing for a long time, he still couldn't get the point. He felt a little annoyed and closed his eyes to kiss her cheek, with small kisses moving all the way to the side and to her ear.

He hugged her tightly, rubbed her neck, buried his head and breathed deeply.

"You smell so good."

It was so low and hoarse that it sounded like it had been rolled over by sandpaper.

After rubbing for a while, his lips involuntarily pressed against the skin of the neck, and kissed all the way up to the lips.

Xin Tong felt dizzy from his kiss.

Finally, she sighed in her heart, opened her mouth slightly, hooked out a little bit of her tongue, and guided him slowly and gently.

…

The wet, soft and slippery touch made the man shudder all over.

His whole body stiffened, and then he finally reacted, quickly regaining control, rushing forward recklessly and chasing aggressively.

He only needed a little guidance and learning to grasp the key points immediately. The slippery and sticky kiss went all the way in, almost reaching the roof of his mouth. Xin Tong whimpered and patted him. After a long time, he slightly loosened his grip and retreated a little.

Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, and the kiss grew longer and longer. A novice, newly awakened, had no skills, only emotions. Their naive attempts, after receiving gentle guidance, were immediately countered by a strong and reckless attack. Xin Tong, blushing and misty-eyed, felt his lower body, which had long since changed.

It was his first time kissing.

Xin Tong was almost completely certain.

In everyone's eyes, Jiang Chongyan is cold and taciturn.

He is cool and cool, unruly, arrogant, and pampered. The energy of a young master has long been ingrained in him.

He has a strong sense of boundaries when it comes to strangers. He regards unfamiliar people as insignificant, neither loving nor hating them, and even elicits no memories of them. Most people are put off by his cold demeanor and sharp appearance, never daring to provoke him.

This is the outer wall he erected high.

Xin Tong suddenly remembered the night she kicked He Xiangrong and met him in the police station.

At that time, she felt that this man had a beastly face and a beastly heart.

Sharp on the outside, cold on the inside, and always tough.

—But now, her tongue was entangled with his, pure and immature, yet eager. Her whole body was enveloped by his pleasant, fresh, youthful scent. Xin Tong came back to her senses from the scorching heat of the man on her body. She opened her eyes and saw his eyelashes trembling involuntarily, wet with emotion.

No.

She suddenly thought, this person is actually...

A beast with a human heart.

What a strange adjective. As she thought about it, she suddenly laughed out loud.

Jiang Chongyan was forced to stop.

Staring at her, his black eyes were moist, covered with a layer of unclear mist, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Why are you laughing?"

He was breathing heavily, gasping for air, his chest heaving.

The voice was unusually low and hoarse.

"Don't you like it?"