The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

In the study, the man was clearly distracted, his gaze frequently drifting towards the door.

Why does it take so long to heat up milk?

It's been 15 minutes already, hasn't it?

Go and have a look?

Wouldn't that seem like I'm impatient?

He thought about what he had just bought at the supermarket, hesitated for a moment, and then wondered whether he should stay in his room or her room.

He finally heard footsteps coming upstairs, pulled himself out of his reverie, and coughed lightly.

Sign your name in the English email you just wrote, click send, log out of your email, shut down your computer—all in one smooth motion.

He looked up again and saw the woman's figure appear by the door. He smiled and was about to speak when he saw two glasses of red wine in her hand.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do you want red wine? Didn't we go heat up the milk?"

"I suddenly saw some red wine and thought I'd try something different," she said, walking to the table and handing him a glass. "Is the wine in your wine cabinet okay to drink?"

You've already opened it, and you're only asking now?

He couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to take it, saying, "Sure, open it whenever you want."

He took her hand and pulled her over to sit on his lap.

Liang Liangwei was taken aback by his sudden action and shifted her posture slightly, sitting up straighter: "What..."

"Sit still~" He gently patted her thigh.

Liang Liangwei blushed and sat obediently without moving.

He looked at her rosy cheeks and smiled slightly: "Have you already had a drink?"

She nodded: "It tastes very good."

His gaze fell on her full, slightly upturned red lips, still glistening with traces of red wine. His dark eyes deepened, and he said meaningfully, "Drinking is fine too; it can add to the fun."

Liang Liangwei was a little confused and turned to look at him: "Huh?"

The man smiled, his gaze meaningful, and slowly took a sip of his wine.

He looked down at her and gestured, "Take a sip."

Liang Liangwei felt as if she had been bewitched, and she actually took a sip.

Finally, he licked his lips and nodded: "It's really delicious."

She looked up at the man and saw that his eyes were even deeper than before, and even had a hint of heat. She suddenly became nervous and felt her heart beating faster.

He subconsciously licked his lips again.

The man's breathing suddenly became rapid, and it sounded rather...not just a little, but very ambiguous, especially late at night.

He took the wine glass from her hand and placed both glasses on the table. She stared blankly at them.

The next instant, his chin was lifted, and the man's lips descended.

With a hint of urgency, the scent of wine mingled with the fragrance of bathwater, and the kiss was passionate and intense.

After her initial shyness subsided, she grew bolder and began to respond to him proactively.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and, mimicking his kisses, nibbled at his lips.

He let out a soft pant and couldn't help but laugh: "Sweetie, don't bite so hard, like this~"

He patiently taught her, holding her lips in his mouth and gently brushing his teeth against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

She studied diligently and quickly grasped the trick, because she heard the man make a muffled, pleasurable groan.

She was a little smug, but before she could be smug for long, the man picked her up and placed her on the table.

The desktop was made of solid wood and was very cold; she was wearing a cotton bathrobe, and it was still a bit chilly.

Her body was hot, because the man had leaned in and placed his hands on either side of her on the table, pressing her down and kissing her on the table.

With no support, she could only cling to him, tilting her head back to receive his kiss.

I love how carefree he is, how carefree he is with her~

The man's hands, however, became unruly. After supporting himself on the table for a short while, he slipped his hand inside her waist.

She shuddered and gasped softly. She had never been touched like this by a man before, and hurriedly stepped back.

Their lips parted, but they remained close, their eyes locked.

The man's eyes held deep affection as he stared intently at her, like a black panther poised to pounce, its eyes fixed on its prey, ready to strike at any moment.

That's a bit... intimidating.

"Don't you like it?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"No..." she said, a little startled, "Can...can you control yourself?"

He leaned forward, his nose brushing against hers, their breaths mingling in an intimate and ambiguous way: "What if I can't control myself?"

"But you still need to control it." She blushed and nudged him.

But the man was as firm as a rock, and could not be moved.

Instead, he moved even closer and nuzzled against the woman's smooth, fragrant neck.

He brushed open the collar of her bathrobe, so she quickly pulled it back and pushed him away.

He murmured softly, "Weiwei, don't you want it?"

Her hand froze instantly.

His tone of voice was too ambiguous, and his actions made it impossible not to think in that direction.

She was very nervous. She dreamed of touching him and fantasized about sleeping with him, but those were just fantasies. When it actually happened, she was still very timid.

She instinctively shifted back, her bottom sticking out of the table by twenty or thirty centimeters, and stammered, "Um... it was too fast, don't you think?"

"Is it fast?" He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, noticing her movements, and subtly indulged her for the time being.

The next instant, he reached out and blocked her behind, then exerted force again, pulling her towards him.

The force wasn't properly controlled, or perhaps they never intended to control it at all, and their bodies remained pressed together.

Ahhh—she instantly felt the man's…

Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

"That was so fast!" This time she used all her strength and pushed the person away abruptly.

Yan Zhixu was pushed back two steps, and there was a chair behind him. He steadied himself and sat down.

Then he looked up at the woman who was still sitting at the table.

Liang Liangwei hurriedly adjusted her clothes, her face showing obvious panic and tension.

Then she got off the table, clutching her clothes and hem as if she were defending herself against a wolf, and glared at him.

Yan Zhixu couldn't help but laugh.

Liang Liangwei was getting a little frantic: "...You're still laughing!"

Yan Zhixu coughed lightly, his fist pressed to his lips: "Okay, I won't laugh."

He grabbed the handrail to get up, but noticed that the woman had taken two large steps back and was looking at him warily.

He paused slightly, maintaining his half-up position as he looked at her, then chuckled and said, "I won't touch you, don't be afraid."

Liang Liangwei also felt that she had overreacted, but...

She scoffed, "I knew I shouldn't have come back with you. You're up to no good."

Yan Zhixu straightened up and smiled helplessly upon hearing this.

Does that mean he had ulterior motives? If she finds out he bought T-shirts as preparation, will she accuse him of being lustful?

That's right, he just went to the supermarket and bought T.

He admitted that from the moment she started walking in front of him that night in that dress, he had wanted to bully her.

She was so beautiful and alluring, her eyes were captivating, her waist was alluring, her coquettishness was alluring, her whole being was seductive.

He endured it all night, but couldn't resist bringing the person back.

If she's willing, he'll cherish her tonight.

I just didn't expect her to react so strongly.

Is it too fast?

Looking back, it seems so; they've only been together for a short time.

No wonder she resisted; he was too impatient.

But his desire for her stemmed from a man's instinctive reaction, and he didn't want to deny it; he was genuinely attracted to her.

He glanced at the red wine on the table: "You're the one who brought the wine."

She glanced at the red wine, a hint of guilt flashing across her face: "I...I just wanted to taste it, I didn't ask you to..."

He put his hands in his pockets and looked at her leisurely: "You didn't know that parties lead to promiscuity?"

Now I know...

He looked at her intently and said, "Don't drink in front of other men in the future."

Liang Liangwei's heart skipped a beat, and she glared at him, saying, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I was the one who acted recklessly while drunk?"

"Could it be me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do I look drunk to you?"

"Then I'll..." She abruptly stopped, remembering the rapid heartbeat she felt shortly after taking a sip, and froze for a moment. "This wine has such a strong aftereffect?"

Yan Zhixu nodded seriously: "It's much bigger than fruit wine."

Liang Liangwei: "Why didn't you say so earlier..."

Yan Zhixu looked completely innocent: "You said you were going to heat up the milk, and I thought you were being good. But you brought up wine instead. Is it my fault for not telling you sooner?"

Liang Liangwei: "..."

He picked up his glass of wine again, tilted his head back and drank the rest of the liquid in one gulp, then looked at her.

She was looking at him too.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a moment.

The man's eyes suddenly changed, and he took a step forward, reaching out to her: "If you don't want me to do something reckless while drunk, hurry back to your room!"

Liang Liangwei was startled, cried out in surprise, and turned to run away.

The man watched her figure disappear by the door, feeling both annoyed and amused.

Then, looking at the empty glass, he muttered to himself, "That scared me? I didn't mean to..."

He sighed softly, put down his wine glass, and prepared to go back to his room... to take care of himself.