Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

Ye Jingke found it incredible. In his twenty-six years of life, he had met countless women, but he had never felt such a flutter in his heart for any of them.

His close friends used to tease him about being gay, which made him doubt himself for a long time. But now it seems like it was all nonsense!

"Ouch... what are you doing... it hurts... don't touch my butt..."

Tears welled up in Cheng Ai's eyes uncontrollably. She was already in so much pain, so why was this bastard still pinching her like that?

Ye Jingke snapped back to reality, quickly let go of her hand, took a step back, and coughed awkwardly twice, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Cheng Ai struggled the whole time, but suddenly lost her support and stumbled into the shelf, causing the shampoo and conditioner to fall down with a clatter.

Shocked, Ye Jingke stepped forward to pull her up, but accidentally stepped on a bar of soap, slipped, and fell hard.

Cheng Ai had barely regained her balance when, before she could even catch her breath, she was pinned to the ground by a warm body.

The screams of a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the entire villa.

"Ahhh-"

"My butt—"

Beside the bathtub, the two intertwined their limbs in an ambiguous posture.

Ye Jingke held the girl's head with one hand and supported himself on the side of her with the other, looking down at her with unfathomable eyes.

Cheng Ai's face contorted in pain as she stared intently at the man so close to her, her eyes practically bulging out.

Damn it, this is murder, absolutely!

"Get up quickly, I'm in a lot of pain, I probably need to go to the emergency room."

Her expression was one of pain and anger, but in Ye Jingke's eyes it was just coquettishness.

For some reason, he suddenly felt his body burning, his blood churning, and a strange emotion spreading through his heart.

"Hey, I'm not lying. How can I record a show if my butt gets rotten?"

The girl's eyes were red, her voice was aggrieved and on the verge of tears, making one want to pity her.

Of course, this was just Ye Jingke's illusion.

In reality, Cheng Ai was plotting how to beat his dog's head flat.

Ye Jingke's head was buzzing, and all he could see were those pink lips and tear-filled almond eyes.

Cheng Ai also noticed that something was wrong with him. She blinked, patted his back, and asked in confusion, "Did you hurt yourself somewhere?"

Seeing that the other person remained silent, she smirked gloatingly, "Hahaha... Don't panic... The internet in the ward should be pretty fast... Perfect for keeping me company... Hahaha..."

Before she could continue her arrogance, Cheng Ai felt the world spin around her, her head was pressed down, and then her lips were pressed against two soft, moist things.

"Mmm...?"

Cheng Ai stared in shock, her mind blank.

In her memory, the original owner had never kissed Hao Jian, so she had no idea how to react. She just lay there dumbly on top of the man, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Ye Jingke kissed her gently, with a hint of soothing. He squinted his eyes, savoring her taste.

Under his deliberate guidance, Cheng Ai's body gradually softened, her two small hands clung to his neck, and she closed her eyes, responding clumsily and awkwardly.

Ye Jingke curled his lips and slowly increased the intensity of his attack, conquering the city and seizing the territory.

Seeing that the girl did not resist, he boldly moved his hand to her waist and gently stroked her through the thin fabric.

Lost in his own world, he bumped into her battered buttocks again.

"Aaaaaah...it hurts so much...aaaaah..."

Cheng Ai instantly snapped out of it, sprang up from the man, covered her buttocks with her hands, and glared fiercely at the culprit. "You stinky man, what did my butt do to you? Why are you always picking on it?"

The girl's face was flushed, and the tiny bruises on it didn't detract from her appearance. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her lips were slightly swollen. She looked adorable, as if she had just been bullied. Ye Jingke's throat tightened at the sight, and he almost couldn't hold back a nosebleed.

He pretended to be calm as he stood up from the ground, re-tied the bathrobe that had somehow slipped to the side, and carefully carried her out of the bathroom.

As soon as Cheng Ai touched the bed, she immediately rolled over and lay face down.

Seeing the bright red patch on her buttocks, Ye Jingke was so shocked that he turned around and strode away.

Didn't they say the injury wasn't serious? Why is it bleeding again?

When Ye Jingke returned with the first-aid kit, Cheng Ai was struggling to wipe her wound with a wet towel.

He glanced into the bathroom, his lips twitched, and he quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Don't mess around, you'll get an infection."

That brat really knows how to pick one; this is the towel he usually uses to wipe his face.

Cheng Ai said "Oh," and quietly pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her two big, dark eyes showing. She said shyly, "Do you have any more clothes? This set of clothes is covered in blood, I can't wear it."

As Ye Jingke poured alcohol onto the cotton swab, he replied, "I'll have someone bring it over when it's light. Now, I'll disinfect and apply the medicine for you."

After saying that, he reached out to pull the blanket.

Thinking of the steamy scene in the bathroom, Cheng Ai shyly refused to cooperate, saying, "Can we have another woman? I'm afraid you'll kiss and touch me indiscriminately again."

Ye Jingke smiled helplessly and explained gently, "Zhang Caifeng and Su Qi's influence has not been completely eliminated yet, so it might not be appropriate to let outsiders come over."

"You were the one who helped me take a bath and change my clothes before?" Cheng Ai stared at him in disbelief.

I was completely exposed as soon as I arrived here. That's so unfair!

“I have a brother whose wife works at a hospital,” Ye Jingke explained simply, while forcefully pulling back the blanket completely. “It’s too late for me to wake her, so please bear with it.”

Since that's what they said, Cheng Ai felt that refusing again would be pretentious, so she obediently lay down and didn't move.

The moment the touch touched her skin, she couldn't help but gasp, seeing stars in pain. "Kid... be gentle... it hurts..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingke bent down slightly, blew on the affected area without looking at her, and whispered soothingly, "It'll be over soon, it won't hurt anymore in a bit."

Cheng Ai glanced at it, then buried her face in the pillow in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Seeing the girl's tense body, Ye Jingke squeezed the ointment into his hand, rubbed it to warm it up, and then applied it to her bottom. "I was shot twice the day before yesterday, but when I woke up, all the wounds had healed. Did you use your mystical arts to heal me?"

Cheng Ai paused for a few seconds, then moved the pillow away and shook her head. "I don't have that ability, and besides, I was still unconscious during that time."

At this point, she suddenly remembered something, and abruptly twisted her small body to grab the man's arm, "Where's the jade hairpin?"

"It's in my coat pocket." Ye Jingke finished applying the ointment, washed his hands, and took out the jade hairpin, handing it to her. "After seeing the guests off, I was so tired that I just collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep. I wore the clothes from the hotel the whole time."