The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Looking at the smile on Xi Yuanchen's face, Yao Yingxi realized for the first time that Xi Yuanchen was quite good at flirting.

Feeling a little hot, Yao Yingxi changed the subject and walked towards the stove: "Mr. Xi, I'm a little thirsty and would like some water. Would you like some?"

Xi Yuanchen looked at the suspicious blush on her cheeks and his smile became even more pronounced: "Mm."

Yao Yingxi reached for the water bottle, but it was empty. Feeling embarrassed, she poured herself a glass of cold water and started drinking it.

Her wrist was grabbed, and Yao Yingxi turned around to look at Xi Yuanchen: "Mr. Xi..."

Xi Yuanchen's smile vanished, and his eyes darkened as he looked at Yao Yingxi: "You don't know your own body?"

"Huh?" Yao Yingxi didn't react at first, staring wide-eyed at Xi Yuanchen.

Xi Yuanchen frowned, took the water glass from her hand, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Yao Yingxi hadn't even figured out what Xi Yuanchen meant when he said that, and now that her breath had been taken away again, her already confused mind became even more confused.

Xi Yuanchen ripped off her clothes. She was wearing thick winter clothes—a coat, a sweater, a base layer—down to the black lace lingerie underneath…

Yao Yingxi was stripped naked in the kitchen, and she instinctively snuggled into Xi Yuanchen's arms because she was cold.

Xi Yuanchen pressed her hand down onto the metal buckle of his belt, and Yao Yingxi subconsciously murmured, "Cold."

"Cold?" Xi Yuanchen bit her earlobe, and Yao Yingxi felt as if she had been electrocuted. She shrank back, and Xi Yuanchen spoke slowly and deliberately close to her ear: "Why didn't you feel cold when you drank the cold water?"

Yao Yingxi looked up at him, a thought already forming in her mind: Xi Yuanchen had just barged into her territory and started to move.

He was too strong, and Yao Yingxi couldn't withstand it, so she instinctively tightened her grip on his shoulder.

Xi Yuanchen looked at her and carried her into the bedroom.

Something had changed. In the throes of passion, Yao Yingxi felt as if her body had transformed. She was being manipulated by Xi Yuanchen in a daze, and that feeling was becoming increasingly beyond her control.

Yao Yingxi felt somewhat bewildered. The next moment, Xi Yuanchen withdrew from her body.

Yao Yingxi opened her eyes, a profound emptiness she had never felt before welling up within her.

“Xi Yuanchen…” Yao Yingxi looked up at the man with a sexy expression on his face.

Her clear, melodious voice became soft and delicate, like a brush piercing into one's heart. Her unconscious allure deepened Xi Yuanchen's gaze, but he remained still.

Xi Yuanchen unconsciously bent down, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes. Under the covers, he held her legs, opening them up slightly, and lowered his head to lightly kiss Yao Yingxi's lips: "Do you want me?"

Yao Yingxi is somewhat slow to grasp this, but that doesn't mean she's completely oblivious.

During this period, especially these last few times, Xi Yuanchen has stopped using lubricant and hasn't carried her to the shower for a long time. The tearing pain from before has gradually disappeared, and the only thing that hasn't improved is that she needs a long time to recover.

However, this body had already been honed to perfection. Xi Yuanchen knew every sensitive spot on her body and knew how to easily arouse her emotions.

Yao Yingxi looked at him, her cheeks and lips glowing with a beautiful color. She tightened her grip on his neck, wrapped her free leg around his waist, and uttered a crisp "yes" in a soft voice.

That night, we stayed up very late.

Yao Yingxi woke up very late the next day. She tried to move, but her body felt so sore and weak that it didn't feel like her own anymore.

She lay in bed for a while before getting up.

Getting out of bed, Yao Yingxi picked up her phone and glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.

She thought Xi Yuanchen had already left, so she wasn't in a hurry. She walked to the window and pulled back the thin curtain, only to find that it was still snowing outside.

Yao Yingxi has never liked snowy days. Her constitution is not particularly good. Although she can endure hardship, she also suffers from the common problem of girls being cold-sensitive. She finds winter particularly difficult to endure, especially when it snows and the snow melts. Whenever she goes outside, she feels completely frozen.

But looking at the heavy snow today, she suddenly felt that snowy days are beautiful.

The room was so warm that she forgot it would be cold to open the window.

Yao Yingxi opened the window, and a cold wind rushed in, making her feel very cold, but she felt she could still bear it, so she reached out to catch the snowflakes outside.

Her hands were warm. Snowflakes landed on her hands and quickly melted into water. She was having fun catching snowflakes. After catching them for a while, she simply reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the edge of the window.

Just as I was kneading the snowflakes into a ball, a deep voice came from behind me: "What are you doing?"

Startled, Yao Yingxi trembled and turned around, causing the snowball in her hand to fall and shatter on the floor.

"Mr. Xi..." Yao Yingxi looked at Xi Yuanchen, who was dressed in casual home clothes, and called out woodenly. Then she sneezed, and a gust of cold wind blew up, making Yao Yingxi shiver.

Xi Yuanchen's gaze was cold, his face was expressionless, and his aura was very low.

Yao Yingxi didn't know what she had done to offend him, but she knew that Xi Yuanchen was unhappy.

Xi Yuanchen stared behind her, and Yao Yingxi came to her senses and quickly turned to go to the window.

Yao Yingxi was getting anxious and couldn't get the window lock right after several attempts.

Xi Yuanchen took his things and walked out of the bedroom.

When Yao Yingxi closed the window, Xi Yuanchen was already gone. Looking at the snow melted on the ground, Yao Yingxi seemed to understand the meaning behind Xi Yuanchen's words from last night, "You don't know your own body."

Is Xi Yuanchen concerned about me?

As Yao Yingxi thought about it, and then remembered how angry he had been earlier, she couldn't help but tap her lips together.

After washing up, Yao Yingxi left the bedroom and paused as she passed the study, her smile returning.

She went straight to the kitchen to start making lunch. After the food was ready, she knocked on the door, but Xi Yuanchen didn't answer.

Yao Yingxi knocked on the study door again, but there was still no response. She pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open to go inside.

Xi Yuanchen stood facing her in front of the French windows of the study, a cigarette between his right fingers.

He was very tall, and even standing there, Yao Yingxi could sense a kind of loneliness in him.

How could a man of such exceptional talent and privilege possibly be so apprehensive?

Yao Yingxi laughed and patted her head, dispelling the sweet feeling she had just had.

"Mr. Xi, dinner is ready."

Upon hearing this, Xi Yuanchen dusted off the ash from his cigarette and turned around.

Yao Yingxi was caught off guard when their eyes met, and a surge of emotions welled up inside her.