Chapter 88 Tender Affection
Monday, in the master bedroom of the manor
The air was filled with a faint aroma of cigars and cedar.
Lu Jinyuan had just finished a multinational video conference and still carried a chill with him. He took off his suit jacket, tossed it casually onto the sofa, loosened his tie, revealing the smooth lines of his neck.
Su Jiaojiao was snuggled in bed, looking at her phone.
Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Lu Jinyuan walking towards her. The man's steps were steady, carrying a powerful aura; his deep black eyes seemed filled with the darkness of night, captivating and alluring.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Jinyuan leaned down, reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice low and husky.
Su Jiaojiao handed him the phone, smiling as she said:
"Look at the photos from the jewelry exhibition you bought for me yesterday."
Lu Jinyuan's gaze fell on the phone screen, then he lowered his head.
He kissed her lips
His kiss was completely different from Lin Xingche's, carrying the domineering and forceful nature of a mature man, like a premeditated plunder. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Su Jiaojiao's breath was instantly stolen away; she could only passively endure his kiss, her body as limp as water.
Lu Jinyuan's kisses traveled downwards, landing on her neck. When he saw the red mark that belonged to Lin Xingche, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
His fingertips gently caressed the red mark, his voice carrying a dangerous huskiness:
"Were you well-behaved last night?"
Su Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to push against his chest:
Are you jealous?
Lu Jinyuan remained silent, lowering his head to take the red mark into his mouth, gently nibbling at it. His touch was slightly stronger than Lin Xingche's, driven by possessiveness. Soon, the red mark became even more vibrant, even faintly tinged with a bluish-purple hue.
"That's how my woman should be."
Lu Jinyuan raised his head, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He picked her up and placed her on his lap. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Su Jiaojiao could clearly feel the heat emanating from him. Lu Jinyuan's hand gently stroked her back, the movement tender yet carrying an undeniable force.
"Jiaojiao"
His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed desire.
"I miss you"
Su Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to hug his neck.
She took the initiative to kiss his lips
The kiss was like lighting a fuse, instantly igniting the desire between them. Lu Jinyuan's hand slid down her waist, carrying a burning heat. The moonlight outside the window was obscured by clouds, making the atmosphere inside the room even more ambiguous.
Lu Jinyuan's love was always domineering and profound. He would carefully cherish her, yet he couldn't help wanting to meld her into his very bones. His kisses landed on every inch of her skin, carrying an intense possessiveness.
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Lu Jinyuan didn't stop until dawn. He held Su Jiaojiao in his arms, leaning against the headboard, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek. Su Jiaojiao was too tired to open her eyes, nestled in his arms, her breathing even.
But Lu Jinyuan was wide awake. He looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes filled with doting affection and a hint of lingering longing. His fingertips gently traced the kiss marks on her neck, and a domineering smile appeared on his lips.
On Wednesday, the fragrance of gardenias in the courtyard of the old house grew even stronger.
Jiang Yi, wearing an apron, carried a bowl of stewed pears with rock sugar from the kitchen and walked to the gazebo. Su Jiaojiao was leaning back in a wicker chair, reading a book. Seeing him approach, she put down her book and smiled, saying:
"Chef Jiang, what delicious food have you made today?"
Jiang Yi placed the bowl on the stone table and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs by her temples.
Gentle voice:
"I noticed you had a bit of a cough yesterday, so I stewed some snow pears for you."
His fingers were long and slender, carrying a faint air of worldliness. Su Jiaojiao looked at him, then suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
Jiang Yi's body stiffened for a moment, then he took the initiative.
This deepened the kiss
His kiss was gentle, like a spring drizzle, nourishing silently. His hand gently encircled her waist, his movements so tender it was as if he were afraid of breaking her. Su Jiaojiao nestled in his arms, feeling his tenderness, her heart filled with sweet warmth.
But when his gaze fell on the bruise on her neck that belonged to Lu Jinyuan...
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Yi lowered his head and kissed her collarbone. His touch was light, yet undeniably persistent. His lips were soft, as if possessing magic, sending tingling, itchy sensations through wherever he kissed.
Soon after, a light pink hickey landed on her collarbone, contrasting sharply with the purplish-blue bruise on her neck.
"Jiaojiao"
Jiang Yi looked up, his eyes filled with doting affection, his voice so gentle it could melt hearts.
"From now on, you're not allowed to let them bully you."
Su Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to pinch his cheek:
"You've learned to be jealous too?"
Jiang Yi smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
He carried her into the bedroom, his movements as gentle as if she were a fragile treasure. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their figures and creating a warm silhouette. Jiang Yi's love was always tender and delicate. He would remember all her preferences, cook for her, and be there for her the moment she needed him.
His kiss landed on her forehead, gentle and tender. His hand lightly stroked her cheek, his voice slightly hoarse and suppressed:
"Jiaojiao, I want you."
Su Jiaojiao nodded, reaching out to hug his neck. The room was getting warmer, and sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their intertwined figures like a warm oil painting. Jiang Yi's movements were gentle, yet carried a hint of lingering desire. He would carefully cherish her, yet he couldn't help wanting to possess her completely.
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It wasn't until the afternoon that the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
Jiang Yi's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing even. But Su Jiaojiao could feel his fingertips unconsciously caressing her collarbone, carrying a hint of possessiveness.
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