The fingertips of those fingers, which were usually only in contact with top-level documents and precision instruments, trembled slightly without her even realizing it, as they carefully reached for a strand of slightly damp black hair clinging to the side of her neck.
The distance is within millimeters.
Pei Mozhi held his breath completely, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to that hovering fingertip, bringing a tingling, trembling sensation.
He stopped just as his fingertips were about to touch that strand of hair.
An overwhelming desire overwhelmed the last vestige of rational struggle.
He seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, bending down and lowering his head.
This time, the target was no longer that strand of hair, but her neck.
Pei Mozhi's lips, cool and carrying his own unique scent, gently landed on the warm, delicate skin of her neck, like a feather, and then pressed against her lips.
It feels warm and soft to the touch, carrying the vibrant heat of life, and a hint of the clean, salty sweat unique to those who have just exercised.
Pei Mozhi couldn't resist licking Zi Xi's lips.
A powerful electric current burst forth from the point of contact, shooting straight up the spine to the top of the head.
Pei Mozhi's mind went blank, and his cheeks turned bright red.
All the senses were amplified infinitely at that moment and then instantly withdrawn, leaving only the touch of the soft skin under the lips, clear as a brand.
The sound of my heart pounding wildly in my ears was deafening.
Time seemed to pass in a second, yet also in an eternity. He suddenly straightened up, his movements so hurried they were almost comical.
Pei Mozhi staggered back a step, covering his mouth and slowly rubbing it, as if the thrilling touch still lingered on his lips.
He looked down, staring intently at Zi Xi, who was still fast asleep on the sofa, completely unaware of what had just happened. His deep eyes were filled with excitement and satisfaction.
He forgot everything, like the clumsiest thief stealing a kiss no one knew about.
But a sense of righteous indignation was brewing within me.
Whether they signed a contract or not, they are still husband and wife!
And it was never her who started to lose control.
Pei Mozhi bent down, his movements almost reverently careful, and lifted the sleeping person up by slipping his arms under her knees and behind her neck.
In her sleep, Zi Xi's head unconsciously tilted gently against his chest, her warm breath soothing his skin through the thin fabric.
Pei Mozhi stiffened, and his steps toward the master bedroom, carrying her, became somewhat hesitant.
The body in his arms was soft and light, the silk of the classical dance costume felt like a piece of warm jade, fitting perfectly into his long-frozen embrace.
This sense of connection brings not satisfaction, but a more destructive impulse.
He almost staggered as he gently placed Zixi on the large, soft bed. The moment his fingertips left her warm body, a tremendous sense of emptiness and an even more intense heat swept over him.
He jerked his hand back as if burned, turned and rushed out of the room, almost smashing open the heavy frosted glass door of the adjacent bathroom.
The icy showerhead instantly turned on full blast, the powerful water flow like an icefall, pouring over my head.
His expensive dark gray silk robe was instantly soaked, clinging heavily and coldly to his burning skin, causing his muscles to tense up.
The biting cold temporarily suppressed the raging fire of evil, but it could not extinguish the spark of greed deep in one's heart.
Ten minutes later, the cold water made his fingertips turn white and his skin icy cold. He turned off the water, tore off his soaked bathrobe and threw it on the ground. After drying himself off haphazardly, he changed into a new one.
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