The afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, weaving a golden net on the carpet.
Yu Jiuyuan knelt in front of the velvet sofa, her fingertips holding a small silver tweezer, carefully removing Rong Shenghan's bandages.
The wound on his left arm had scabbed over, and pale pink new flesh peeked out from the edge, like a timid bud.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, looking up. Her eyelashes were speckled with golden sunlight, making her look exceptionally innocent.
Rong Shenghan looked down at her, his gaze falling on her trembling eyelashes, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "It doesn't hurt."
His voice was soft, but with a barely perceptible hoarseness.
Yu Jiuyuan knew that he was still bothered by what happened last night.
This vice president is usually good at hiding his emotions, but the faint dark circles under his eyes, and the stiffness in his fingertips as he inadvertently brushed against her neck when he took her bag earlier, all betrayed the fact that he hadn't slept all night.
She gently set down the tweezers, picked up a cotton swab soaked in ointment, and with deliberate tenderness, applied it little by little around the wound.
The ointment was slightly cool, and mixed with the warmth of her palm, it felt soothing that it made one's heart tingle.
Rong Shenghan's breathing gradually became heavier, and his hands, resting on his knees, unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white.
"Sheng Han." Yu Jiuyuan suddenly stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, her eyes filled with just the right amount of grievance, "Don't be angry with me, okay?"
Her fingertips slid up his forearm and gently pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
Sunlight fell on her bare collarbone, where faint red marks remained—the marks left by Ji Luoqin last night, which now became her weapon of vulnerability.
Rong Shenghan's gaze darkened, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.
Her waist was very slender; you could feel its clear outline through her silk nightgown, like a flower that needed to cling to a vine.
But he knew better than anyone that the roots of this flower were already suffocating him.
"I'm not angry." He kissed the top of her head, his voice so gentle it could melt water. "I was just worried about you."
"What are you worried about?" Yu Jiuyuan snuggled closer to him, her nose touching his Adam's apple, her breath sweet and fragrant. "Are you worried that someone else will take me away?"
These words are blunt and hurtful.
Rong Shenghan's arms tightened suddenly, holding her even tighter, as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.
He knew he had no right to be angry. From the day she kept him in the villa under the guise of "warming his bed," he should have understood his position: he was her pet, the most obedient piece on her chessboard.
But when I saw the red marks on her neck, my heart still felt like it was being squeezed by something, a sharp, throbbing pain.
"The baby will only be mine." He suddenly chuckled, his voice tinged with a possessive, almost obsessive, desire. He pinched her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up at him. "Right?"
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the undercurrents surging in his eyes, then suddenly straightened up and kissed his lips.
The kiss was gentler than ever before; her tongue lightly brushed against the corner of his lips, like a coquettish gesture or a plea for favor.
Rong Shenghan's breathing became erratic instantly. He took the initiative and deepened the kiss, stealing the air from her lungs, as if to prove something.
Sunlight filtered through their intertwined figures, casting shimmering spots of light on the carpet, like a swarm of restless butterflies.
Yu Jiuyuan's fingertips unbuttoned his shirt, her movements gentle yet undeniably alluring.
When her palm touched his warm skin, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
The bed sank into a soft curve.
Yu Jiuyuan lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and suddenly found it a little funny.
These men, knowing full well her true nature, still willingly fell into her trap, vying for her affections over her feigned tenderness.
Just like now, the worry in Rong Shenghan's eyes hadn't faded, but desire had already taken over.
He lowered his head and kissed her waist, his movements filled with a careful and tender tenderness, as if she were a fragile treasure.
Yu Jiuyuan ran her fingertips through his hair, feeling the tension in his body, and suddenly remembered the steady 100 on the system panel.
This is the value she can currently fully control, like an anchor in a stormy sea.
"Sheng Han, look at me." She gently pushed him away, turned over and sat on him, her fingertips tracing his eyebrows and eyes. "I only want you."
These words, though only half true, were enough to instantly dispel the gloom in Rong Shenghan's eyes.
He reached out and grasped her waist, his grip filled with the eagerness of someone who had lost her and then regained her, as if he wanted to embed her into his own body.
Yu Jiuyuan's skirt was rolled up to her waist, the silk rubbing against her skin, bringing a shiver.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a hazy glow on her, like a flowing painting.
Rong Shenghan's gaze was fixed on her, from her reddened eyes to her trembling fingertips, every inch of which made him lose control.
He suddenly realized that even just being her pet wasn't so hard to accept.
At least, he could see her most authentic self, not her provocation towards Ji Luoqin, nor her obedience towards Xie Zhecheng, but this languid and dependent demeanor.
Yu Jiuyuan gently pressed her fingertips on his injured left arm, her movements becoming even gentler, as if to soothe him, or perhaps to remind him.
Rong Shenghan's movements indeed paused, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"It's alright." She leaned down and kissed away the wrinkles between his brows, her voice as low as a whisper, "I'll do it."
Her kisses slid down his cheek to his neck, leaving a deep hickey on his collarbone, in the same spot as the mark she had left on his body the night before.
This is her declaration, a privilege unique to pets.
Rong Shenghan's breathing became completely disordered. He turned around and pressed her back onto the bed. This time, his strength was undeniably forceful, but when he touched her waist, he involuntarily softened his grip.
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