As the black Bentley smoothly glided into the villa's garage, the snow outside intensified.
Yu Jiuyuan unbuckled her seatbelt, and her fingertips had just touched the car door handle when the person next to her grabbed her wrist.
Rong Shenghan's palm was very hot, so hot that it felt like she was being burned. She subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.
"What's the rush?" His voice rang out in the dimly lit carriage, tinged with a nonchalant smile, while his fingertips repeatedly caressed her wrist, as if he were playing with a beloved piece of jade.
"The tailor said the dress needs to be altered in three days. During these three days, you have nothing else to do."
Yu Jiuyuan turned to look at him.
Only a cool-toned ambient light was on inside the car, casting a soft glow on his face that blurred his gentle mask, revealing only the dark light in his eyes.
That was a possessive flame that had been building up since she had teased him repeatedly during the day.
She smiled, squeezed his fingers in return, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "There's nothing else, that's why I wanted to go home quickly."
The word "go home" is like a key, instantly turning on a switch.
Rong Shenghan didn't say anything more, let go of her hand, and got out of the car first.
The villa was very warm. As soon as she changed into her slippers, Yu Jiuyuan was pressed down in front of the dressing mirror in the entryway.
The cold mirror pressed against her back, forcing her to tilt her head back and watch Rong Shenghan's figure gradually approaching in the mirror.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and his breath carried a faint smell of alcohol, probably from having a few drinks in the car.
His hands were very restless, sliding up her waistline, his fingertips easily unbuttoning the cashmere sweater.
"At the dress shop during the day," his voice was slightly husky and lazy, his lips brushing against her earlobe, "you really enjoy seeing me jealous, don't you?"
Yu Jiuyuan didn't answer, she just looked at herself in the mirror.
Her shirt was pulled open most of the way, revealing her delicate collarbone, while the man behind her had dark eyes, like a beast eyeing its prey.
The scene was intensely aggressive, yet it inexplicably excited her.
She deliberately turned her head and kissed the corner of his lips, her tone slightly provocative: "So what if I am? Vice President Rong looks much better when he's jealous than usual."
"Is that so?" Rong Shenghan chuckled, then suddenly grabbed her chin forcefully, forcing her to look at the mirror again.
"And now? Isn't it more interesting to watch me do all this to you?"
His other hand had already slipped inside her shirt, his fingertips icy cold, tracing her delicate skin and sending a shiver down her spine.
Yu Jiuyuan's body tensed up instinctively, and her face flushed slightly in the mirror, making her look like a startled bird.
But only she knew that this little bit of stimulation was not enough.
She even leaned back against him, snuggling into his arms, her voice slightly seductive: "Not enough."
"Not enough?" Rong Shenghan's eyes darkened further. He abruptly released her, picked her up in his arms, and strode towards the bedroom on the second floor. "Then I'll give you enough."
Only one floor lamp was on in the bedroom, its warm yellow light casting an ambiguous hue over everything.
Rong Shenghan threw her onto the soft bed and leaned over her, his imposing manner leaving no room for resistance.
His kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration of the day. His teeth even bit her lips, and she tasted a faint metallic taste of blood.
Yu Jiuyuan did not struggle. Instead, she raised her hand to hug his neck and let him plunder her body.
She could sense his impatience, his anger, and the well-hidden fear of losing her.
These emotions entwined him like vines, and also pleased her.
Rong Shenghan only stopped when her shirt was completely torn to shreds and her skirt was pulled down to her ankles.
He straddled her, his gaze sweeping over her body inch by inch, as if admiring a lost treasure that had been found again, yet his eyes held a cruel smile.
"You said it during the day, and you'd make it up to me at night."
His fingertips gently traced her lower abdomen, sending a shiver down her spine. "Now, it's time to keep my promise."
His movements were slow, almost to the point of being agonizing.
His fingertips, though burning hot, lingered on her most sensitive spot, teasing her until she felt weak all over and her breathing became erratic, yet he hesitated to give her what she wanted.
Yu Jiuyuan finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to grab his wrist, her voice hoarse with unbearable discomfort: "Rong Shenghan..."
"What did you call me?" He raised an eyebrow, deliberately pausing his movements, his fingertips hovering there, yet he didn't apply any pressure. "Forgot the rules?"
This is a little game they play together.
Only at times like these would he force her to call him by that intimate name, as if only in this way could he confirm that she belonged entirely to him.
Yu Jiuyuan bit her lip, refusing to speak.
The innocent and harmless facade reflected in the mirror had long since shattered. At this moment, her eyes were red and her gaze held a hint of stubborn anger, like a wild cat that refused to submit.
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly. Instead of pressuring her, he got up from the bed and slowly untied his tie.
He walked to the floor lamp, wrapped his tie around his fingertip twice, and looked at the person on the bed with a playful expression: "You won't call me? Then forget it."
He turned to leave, but Yu Jiuyuan suddenly sat up, her skirt slipping down to reveal her fair and slender legs.
She watched his retreating figure, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper sense of resentment.
This man always managed to easily exploit her weaknesses.
"Ahan." She heard her own voice ring out, carrying a hint of grievance that she herself didn't even realize, "Don't go."
Rong Shenghan stopped in his tracks. He turned around, a triumphant smile on his face, and slowly walked back to the bedside. He bent down and pinched her chin: "Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?"
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