The air was filled with the delicate scent of silk fabric, mixed with the ebony and bergamot scent emanating from his body, creating a suffocatingly ambiguous atmosphere.
“There’s no one here now.” Rong Shenghan’s gaze returned to her face, his hand that was gripping her chin slowly moving down to her neck, gently stroking the artery on the side of her carotid artery. “Can you tell the truth now?”
"Tell me the truth?" Yu Jiuyuan's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.
She could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips, and the almost out-of-control aura emanating from him, like vines wrapping around her, tightening their grip.
"Tell me if you did it on purpose." Rong Shenghan's fingers tightened suddenly, forcing her to look up.
"You deliberately chose this alluring dress, deliberately mentioned Xie Zhecheng in front of me, and deliberately watched me get jealous, finding it amusing?"
His words were like a precise scalpel, dissecting all her pretense.
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the dark fire surging in his eyes and suddenly smiled.
This time, the smile lacked its usual innocence and deliberate flattery; it was replaced by an almost cruel honesty.
She even tiptoed and gently bit his tightened jaw, leaving a faint tooth mark.
"So what if I am?" Her voice was soft, but it carried a hint of maniacal laughter. "Rong Shenghan, you look very handsome when you're jealous."
It was like a carefully raised beast finally baring its fangs—dangerous, yet it made her feel...incredibly satisfied.
Rong Shenghan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He seemed surprised by her candor, paused for half a second, then chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a hint of helplessness, yet also a touch of madness that had been completely ignited.
"Yu Jiuyuan, you're a madwoman."
He leaned down and kissed her fiercely.
This kiss was unlike any before; it carried a desperate, reckless intensity, along with the indulgence that followed complete gratification.
His hand was tearing at her skirt, while his other hand was pressing down hard on the back of her neck, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.
The champagne-colored silk groaned softly in his palm, the hem of the skirt crumpled beyond recognition, revealing her fair calves.
Yu Jiuyuan did not resist. Instead, she took the initiative to hug his neck, stood on tiptoe to respond to his kiss, and her tongue, with a hint of provocation, hooked his tongue, as if dancing a dangerous tango.
She could feel the tension in his body, hear his suppressed breathing, and smell the strong aura of "possessiveness" emanating from him. All of this gave her pleasure—a cold, indifferent pleasure of being in control of everything.
It wasn't until the fitting room door was slammed shut with a loud thud that Rong Shenghan snapped out of his daze and released her.
Both were panting, forehead to forehead, their eyes still burning with lingering desire and passion.
Yu Jiuyuan's lips were swollen and red from the kisses, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her sweaty neck, and her champagne-colored skirt was wrinkled like a wad of waste paper, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, like diamonds that had been tempered.
"Satisfied now?" She licked her lips, her voice slightly hoarse with amusement. "Your jealousy is quite intense."
Rong Shenghan looked at her disheveled yet arrogant appearance and suddenly chuckled.
He raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the water stains from the corner of her lips, his movements returning to their previous gentleness, as if he wasn't the one who had just lost control.
“I’m not satisfied,” he said. “Unless you take this dress off right now.”
“That won’t do.” Yu Jiuyuan raised an eyebrow and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on the hem of her skirt. “We’ll have to have the tailor alter the size.”
She turned and walked to the mirror, beginning to tidy her appearance.
The girl in the mirror still had a blush on her face from the affair, but her eyes had already regained their usual calm and indifference.
Rong Shenghan looked at her back, at the bare back where his fingertips had traced, his emotions in his eyes were complex and hard to discern.
He knew he had been tricked by her again.
He knew she was deliberately provoking him, deliberately watching him lose control, and deliberately enjoying the feeling of having him completely under her thumb.
But he...really enjoyed it.
Like wild beasts tamed by her, even knowing that the whip in her hand would fall, they willingly lay at her feet, waiting for her to occasionally lower her eyes for a glance.
"Let's go, call the tailor in."
Yu Jiuyuan turned around, having already straightened her skirt, and put on that innocent and harmless smile again, as if the person who had been frantically kissing her in his arms just moments before was merely an illusion. "After altering the clothes, I still need to go back to the villa."
She walked to his side, naturally took his arm, and said in a sweet, soft voice, "Tonight... I'll make it up to you, okay?"
Rong Shenghan looked down at her for a long time before slowly nodding, a helpless yet indulgent smile curving his lips.
"good."
How could he say it's bad?
His young lady has always been like this.
Use the sweetest sugar to feed him the strongest medicine.
And he, willingly becoming her loyal dog, wagged his tail and begged for mercy within the cage she had carefully woven.
The fitting room door opened again, and the old tailor walked in with his head down, not daring to look at the two people's expressions.
Yu Jiuyuan stood back under the spotlight, her champagne-colored skirt billowing out once more, as if the intense entanglement had never happened.
Only Rong Shenghan knew what turbulent undercurrents were hidden within those seemingly perfect folds of clothing.
Only he knew the countless moments when he had willingly become infatuated with this young lady.
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