Chapter 78 Should I be tied up?
The night was deep, and the chill in the air had brought the temperature down to zero, while the room was warm.
She wrapped herself warmly around him, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back. Jiang Yimian encircled his neck and hummed softly, "Time to sleep."
Bo Jinzhou's muscles hardened, gripping her waist tightly. The fabric of her pajamas was so thin that it tore easily with just a little force.
His clothes hung haphazardly on his thighs, and his body temperature rose higher and higher, burning hot like a red-hot iron.
The happiness he brought her was something Jiang Yimian herself couldn't explain.
She was tired, but she didn't resist his touch; on the contrary, she liked it and it relieved her inner tension.
Despite their size difference, Bo Jinzhou held her like a child, lowering his head to kiss her beautiful swan neck. Jiang Yimian's breath hitched, and she raised her neck, her nails curling up as she scraped against the muscles and bones of his back.
Jiang Yimian lay down on the warm, soft bed, breathing slightly. Looking at the man's blurry outline, she reached out and placed her hand on his high, straight nose.
He was really tall, with high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a beautiful eye shape. Below that were his thin lips that had kissed her countless times.
Jiang Yimian complained, "My skirt is torn, you have to pay for it."
The man's voice was hoarse, and a fire burned in his eyes as he stared intently at her. "Fine, I'll give you ten more."
Bo Jinzhou chuckled softly, "Baby, so many."
She blushed and covered her mouth, saying, "You bastard, shut up!"
He hugged her and bit her ear, saying, "Call me husband."
His deep, husky voice seduced her like a male enchantress, uttering many lewd words that made her ears go weak. She reached out and covered his lips, saying, "Stop talking, can you be serious?"
Bo Jinzhou handled things with the same ease and decisiveness as he would any work, always keeping his word and striking with lightning speed.
"Isn't that serious enough?"
"Baby, call me husband and say husband wants xx."
Jiang Yimian's eyes welled up with tears, "No..."
Bo Jinzhou curled his lips into a wicked smile, "Are you sure?"
Jiang Yimian shifted her body and kicked her feet, "Are you just occupying the toilet without doing your business?"
The man chuckled, his voice low and pleasant, his eyes, though filled with desire, held a tenderness in them. "The words may be rough, but the meaning is sound."
"Quick, tell me."
Jiang Yimian couldn't stand it anymore; she felt like he was seducing her like a male demon.
He couldn't help but blurt out, "Bo Jinzhou, you're such a closet pervert."
He usually works with a serious and aloof demeanor, appearing cold and dignified, with a cold and ascetic air. One look from him can frighten his subordinates into not daring to breathe.
Where else would you be forced to say such things like this?
Bo Jinzhou lowered his body, his broad, muscular chest pressing against her, and Jiang Yimian couldn't help but cry out.
He viciously grabbed her waist and pinned her to the bed, saying, "I'll only be sexy to you."
Jiang Yimian felt a tingling sensation in her heart because of those words.
"Sweetie, why are you here again?"
Jiang Yimian's heart trembled. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, her eyes sparkling with desire: "Husband, I want xx."
The man's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and the fire grew larger and larger, as if it would burn him to ashes.
The bedside lamp was flashing, and the shadows on the wall overlapped, creating a rather intense atmosphere.
*
Jiang Yimian fell asleep from exhaustion. Bo Jinzhou propped his cheek up with one hand and looked down at her, gently smoothing her stray hairs with his large hand.
Jiang Yimian rose to fame at a young age and was recognized as a genius girl in Yanjing City. She possessed talent, beauty, reputation, and family background. She once shone brightly, and the person who stayed by her side was always Bo Jinzhou.
The day she became famous, the girl excitedly ran to tell him the good news.
“Bo Shitou, I won the gold medal in the Yanjing Jewelry Design Competition, and all the other participants were adults, I was the only child.”
She was only thirteen years old at the time.
That's truly remarkable.
Bo Jinzhou, dressed in a clean white T-shirt and cargo pants, said in a deep, mellow voice as the fifteen-year-old boy's voice began to change: "Princess Mianmian is so amazing."
Bo Jinzhou is the heir of the Bo family. He is always very capable in everything he does. He is arrogant, cold, and domineering. Nothing can catch his eye. He is also cold and aloof in front of outsiders.
But he was unusually mean to Jiang Yimian, always teasing her.
For example, even this compliment praising her abilities carries a hint of frivolity.
Jiang Yimian snorted, "Of course, just be careful you don't end up being as smart as me."
Bo Jinzhou scoffed and rubbed her head, "Your little brain is just full of water all day long, you don't even know how to fill it with anything useful."
Jiang Yimian was so angry that she hit him, and the two of them played around and fought.
Suddenly Jiang Yimian said, "Bo Shitou, you'll be able to study at Bo's when you're seventeen. How about I design a pair of cufflinks for you then? They'll be perfect for your shirts and suits."
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, her skin was fair and flawless, her cheeks were soft and plump and easy to pinch, and she smelled sweet and soft, like a beautiful doll.
Bo Jinzhou smiled, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Okay."
However, Jiang Hua later fell ill, and Jiang Yimian went to the hospital every day, so she had no time to think about the cufflinks.
Grandpa was in poor health and had been admitted to the ICU multiple times. Bo Qingshan, who was in charge of the Bo family business, did not allow Bo Jinzhou to join the Bo family business because he was still young and his studies were the priority.
And so the matter of the cufflinks was left unresolved.
He had blocked countless people from getting close to her, but there were always one or two who were not afraid of death and tried to approach Jiang Yimian. At that time, he did not realize his possessiveness and feelings for her.
He was extremely annoyed by the boys who barged in front of her, and he didn't want her to play with them. He only saw it as him protecting his sister and family.
After all, besides his grandfather, Jiang Yimian was also his family.
His relationship with his uncle was complicated and they had never gotten along. He had never even met his maternal grandparents. After his parents passed away, he only had two relatives left.
He had already vowed in his heart to protect the two of them.
His grandfather passed away from illness, and he was powerless to help, but he was determined to protect the girl in front of him no matter what.
But he ultimately failed to keep his promise. He dared not think too deeply about it, much less investigate what had happened in those seven years.
He was afraid that if he found out, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
That girl is even less likely to forgive him.
He was afraid that all of this was fake.
Bo Jinzhou's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead with tenderness and devotion.
I will give you whatever you want.
The resentment towards those cufflinks gradually faded away.
So what if I made a pair of cufflinks for Lin Zhiren?
He'll have plenty more later.
Jiang Yimian seemed to be having a nightmare; she frowned, and tears streamed down her face. Bo Jinzhou's heart tightened, and he wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
Jiang Yimian was awakened by his movements, and the person who had left her in her dream suddenly appeared in front of her.
She stared blankly at the man, then belatedly realized that she had just been dreaming.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Jiang Yimian reached out and pinched his ear, murmuring, "If only you had done this sooner."
He was puzzled, his brow furrowed: "Hmm?"
Jiang Yimian buried herself in his arms, "You hurt me just now."
Bo Jinzhou laughed, "You were the one who asked Hou Ru out just now. I said no, but you insisted and even tried to seduce me. What could I do?"
Jiang Yimian curled her lips, "I didn't make you go crazy."
Bo Jinzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse, "Hmm, what should I do if I start thinking about going crazy again?"
Jiang Yimian was startled: "Are you a dog? Why do you go crazy so easily?"
Bo Jinzhou wasn't annoyed by the scolding; instead, he kissed her with obvious pleasure. "Hmm, I'm your dog. Do you want to tie me up?"
Jiang Yimian stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Is this the same Bo Jinzhou who was aloof, arrogant, and indifferent?
What is he saying?
Jiang Yimian quickly understood what it meant to tie it up.
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