Yu Jiuyuan was awakened by the movement in her arms when the morning snow light wafted into the bedroom.
Rong Shenghan was trying to break free from her arms, moving very gently, probably afraid of waking her.
He was wearing the same off-white turtleneck cashmere sweater he wore last night, but the collar had been askew from sleeping, revealing a small patch of his delicate collarbone.
The sunlight fell on the pale blue veins on his neck, like a thin layer of ice, yet when his Adam's apple bobbed, it also seemed to have a burning sensation.
Yu Jiuyuan didn't open her eyes, but instead snuggled closer to him, her nose touching his collarbone, her voice sticky: "Where to?"
The warm breath swept across his neck, and Rong Shenghan froze instantly.
He looked down at her, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "I want to make breakfast."
"No need." She reached out and hooked her arm around the back of his neck, forcing him to lower his head, her nose brushing against his. "Lie down a little longer."
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps, landing precisely on their intertwined eyelashes.
Rong Shenghan's pupils were light brown, and when illuminated by the light, they looked like amber soaked in water. Even his usually unfathomable scheming seemed to have faded somewhat in the morning light.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear: "The president is getting more and more of a late sleeper."
"Any objections?" Yu Jiuyuan raised an eyebrow and gently scratched the stray hairs on the back of his neck with her fingertips.
He lowered his head and pecked her lips, his voice lowered and deliberately seductive: "No objection. I'm just worried that if you lie down any longer, the vice president's back won't be able to take it."
A hint of a smile appeared in Yu Jiuyuan's eyes, but she deliberately put on a stern face: "Rong Shenghan, watch your words."
"Yes." His smile grew even gentler, but he reached out and hugged her even tighter, pressing her completely against his chest. "So, how long does the president want to lie down?"
"Lie down until I feel like getting up." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath filled with the scent of his ebony, mixed with a faint milky fragrance, probably the smell of the hot milk she drank last night.
The villa was quiet, with only the occasional soft crackling of the embers in the fireplace.
Yu Jiuyuan could clearly hear the steady heartbeat in his chest, one beat after another, like the tapping of a drum, which inexplicably made her feel at ease.
Rong Shenghan is still the most sensible.
He neither completely lost himself like Yuan Xu, nor remained aloof like Xie Zhecheng. He always managed to step precisely on the line she had drawn, appearing both docile and harboring a rebellious streak that made people itch.
Just like now, even though he was trapped in her arms, he gently stroked her waist with his fingertips, with a hint of teasing, yet his eyes were so innocent, as if he were stroking her hair.
"Are all the guest rooms in the villa empty?" Yu Jiuyuan suddenly asked, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips.
Rong Shenghan paused for a moment: "It should be."
"Then why don't you move in for a few days?" she said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Anyway, your home is far from here, and it's troublesome for you to travel back and forth."
He was silent for a moment, not agreeing immediately, but instead looked down at her with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "President, do you... want me to be your bed warmer for a long time?"
"Otherwise what?" Yu Jiuyuan raised her eyes to meet his gaze, the snow-white light reflecting in her eyes, strikingly bright. "Do you expect me to wait for you to come over every night and warm up the bed?"
She was used to giving orders, and the matter-of-fact tone in her voice made Rong Shenghan chuckle.
He leaned down and bit her lip, not too hard, but with a hint of punishment: "Yu Jiuyuan, are you treating me like a servant who's always on your call?"
"Otherwise what?" she repeated, her fingertips gently tracing his brows and eyes. "Or is it that the vice president is unwilling?"
These words were like a feather, gently tickling Rong Shenghan's heart.
He knew her personality all too well; what seemed like a casual invitation was actually a unique favor.
She never truly considered anyone as part of her territory, yet at this moment, she took the initiative to ask him to stay.
The tentative exploration under the moonlight, the tug-of-war by the fireplace, and now the invitation in the morning light... He suddenly felt that, perhaps from the very beginning, he was the one being led by the nose in this game.
"I'm willing." He finally spoke, his voice low and husky, and leaned down to kiss her lips. "How could I not be willing?"
The kiss gradually turned from gentle to burning hot.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting flickering patterns of light on the intertwined figures of the two.
Yu Jiuyuan could feel his body temperature and his long-suppressed possessiveness, like vines breaking through the soil, suffocating her.
Instead of pushing him away, she raised her hand and pressed it against the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
When their tongues touched, she tasted the sweetness of the hot cocoa from the night before, mixed with his cool scent, like a bonfire burning in the snow, dangerous yet alluring.
After what seemed like an eternity, when both of them were struggling to breathe, Rong Shenghan finally stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot: "Then I'll send someone to move the things over today."
"Mm." Yu Jiuyuan responded, her fingertips tracing the corner of his reddened lips. "Pick any guest room you like."
He suddenly laughed, a sly glint in his eyes: "Why choose a guest room?" He lowered his head and breathed softly into her ear, "Since we're going to sleep in the president's bed anyway, it would be a waste to make two beds."
The warm breath swept across her earlobe, and Yu Jiuyuan's ear tips instantly turned red.
She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, but her tone was weak: "Rong Shenghan, you're getting more and more unruly."
"What rules do we need in front of the chairman?"
He took her hand, kissed it, and his eyes were filled with an irrepressible smile. "Besides, who was it that wouldn't let go of me last night, saying the bed was too cold?"
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