"Rong Shenghan!" She was a little annoyed, a hint of displeasure at being controlled flashing in her eyes.

"Shh." Rong Shenghan lowered his head and kissed her lips. Unlike his usual gentleness, this kiss carried a sense of punishment, forceful and domineering, almost stealing her breath away.

His hand slid down her waistline, his fingertips hooking the edge of her nightgown, slowly lifting it upwards...

The movements were slow, with a deliberate sense of torment.

He knew where her sensitive spots were, yet he deliberately lingered on inconsequential places.

He knew what she longed for, yet he deliberately stopped to whisper trivial things in her ear, talking about student council work, Ji Nianqin's recent antics, and Lin Yanran's flawed application.

Yu Jiuyuan's breathing became increasingly erratic, her body felt like it was being roasted by fire, but the much-needed heat was slow to arrive.

She could sense Rong Shenghan's restraint. His body was incredibly hot, and the force of his kisses on her collarbone was increasing, yet he remained restrained, as if deliberately teasing her.

"What exactly do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, her voice filled with suppressed gasps, her eyes glistening with tears, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Rong Shenghan stopped what he was doing and looked down at her.

In the dim light, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen from being kissed, and the tears in her eyes made her less indifferent than usual, and more vibrant.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "I want you to remember who your master is."

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, word by word, "Yu Jiuyuan, your affections, your time, your body, even your emotions... all belong to me. Anyone else who even glances at you is overstepping their bounds."

These words sound domineering and stubborn, completely unlike what he would normally say.

Yu Jiuyuan's heart skipped a beat.

She looked into Rong Shenghan's eyes, which were so close to hers. Those eyes, which always seemed unfathomable, were now surging with an intense possessiveness, like a tsunami that almost swallowed her up.

She suddenly laughed, her eyes crinkling like a cunning cat: "Then you must remember, Rong Shenghan, I was the one who brought you in first."

She wriggled her wrist, gesturing for him to loosen his tie: "Now, give me a quick death. Otherwise, tomorrow I'll recruit Lu Jingming into the student council as a member, and have him by my side every day."

Rong Shenghan's eyes darkened, he chuckled softly, and without further hesitation, he raised his hand and tore off his tie.

The moment the restraints disappeared, Yu Jiuyuan immediately hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

This time, she didn't give him a chance to control her; she took the initiative and kissed him with a desperate madness.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains and fell upon the two of them.

The platinum rings occasionally clinked together, producing a soft, tinkling sound that mingled with suppressed breaths and low moans, sounding especially clear in the quiet night.

Rong Shenghan finally couldn't hold back, and all his restraint crumbled in her proactive response.

Like a beast awakened from its slumber, he possessed an irresistible allure and a force that could not be refused, completely taking her into his domain.

This time, however, he didn't deliberately delay. At the last moment, he pressed his forehead against hers and said in a burning voice, "Say you're mine."

Yu Jiuyuan's consciousness was somewhat hazy, and she only felt her whole body burning up, but when she heard those words, she still clearly replied, "Yes, mine."

It's not "I am yours," but "I am mine."

With her usual unquestionable declaration.

Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, kissing the corner of her lips with the tenderness one would show to a rare treasure.

The night is still long.

The rivalry between the young lady and her "pet" is never limited to one form.

This time, it was clear that both of them were enjoying themselves.

In the next room, Xie Zhecheng pushed up his glasses and tightened the noise-canceling headphones in his ears.

The documents on the table were spread out, the handwriting as neat as printed text, but not a single word had been changed.

Outside the villa, cherry blossoms were still falling, like a grand spectacle that would never end.