On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

"..."

Yu Jinzhao's legs went weak, and he grabbed the sofa armrest to barely stand. His palms were sweaty, and his whole body felt numb.

Could it be that he suddenly changed his attitude because she saved his mother?

"...There's no need to be so polite."

He suddenly stood up, took off his trench coat, and threw it onto the carpet.

Then, he stared intently at her, and seeing that she remained motionless, as if he didn't want to wait any longer, he strode towards her.

As the man walked, he casually draped his bony fingers over his tie, then slowly loosened the collar button, his movements both cold and wild.

Yu Jinzhao: !!

As he approached, a strong scent of hormones wafted over her, mixed with the sandalwood fragrance of Buddhist prayer beads. It was Si Qing's unique aggressiveness, like a net that bound her tightly.

She instinctively stepped back, her heels hitting the sofa leg; the icy touch made her gasp.

The next second, he was already standing in front of her. His tall and slender figure was not rugged, like a proud and solitary eagle in the night, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

A look of panic flashed across Yu Jinzhao's eyes, and he sat down directly on the sofa.

Si Qing stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly stretched his neck.

He pulled off the completely loose tie with a little force and threw it onto the sofa.

Yu Jinzhao swallowed hard.

From the moment he approached her, a subtle atmosphere, like a lingering fragrance, bound the two of them together.

She hasn't even taken the initiative yet, so why is he already acting like a wolf?

In the moment of her bewilderment, the man leaned down towards her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and effortlessly lifted her up in a princess carry.

The sudden airborne movement caused Yu Jinzhao to gasp softly. When she came to her senses, she found herself falling into his warm embrace.

She was wearing a silk nightgown; the thin material allowed her to clearly feel the powerful muscles of his chest.

The aggression made her heart tremble violently, and she could hardly breathe.

She subconsciously looked up, only to be drawn into the vast universe by Si Qing's deep, gravity-attracting eyes.

"Wait a minute..." Yu Jinzhao reached out and touched his clothes, finally realizing that he was not joking, he really intended to consummate their marriage!

She had always pretended to be gentle and submissive in front of Si Qing, but at this moment, her calm gaze was shattered, and she instinctively panicked.

Si Qing lowered his gaze, his dark eyes meeting the girl's watery eyes.

She had just taken a shower, and her soft, half-dry hair hung down between her eyebrows and forehead, framing her small, palm-sized face. She seemed a little shy, her fair skin tinged with pink, and she looked obedient and delicate.

The gossamer-thin silk nightgown flowed down her delicate curves, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure.

Her waist was so thin it could be grasped in one hand.

The silky satin felt no different from touching her skin directly.

He stared at her flushed cheeks for a while, his pupils deepening, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly, and his voice growing a few decibels deeper.

"This is our first time. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I will try to be gentle."

Then, he gripped her waist tightly, pulling the girl closer to his chest, his hands bulging with veins, exuding immense and powerful strength.

The smooth, rounded feel of the prayer beads rubbed against my waist.

A tingling sensation spread from the nerve endings to the heart.

In a flash, he led her to the double bed and tossed her aside.

She sank into the soft bedding, her breathing quickening for a moment.

Then, he leaned in and pressed himself against her, his hot breath ravaging her.

She looked up in alarm and saw a thin red tinge at the corners of his eyes, his dark, cold gaze filled with layers of luminescence, radiating an abyss-like danger.

His breathing seemed a little erratic, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, the alluring mole on his collarbone, visible beneath his slightly undone collar, trembled with each breath, inexplicably exuding a touch of spring.

Yu Jinzhao tensed up, feeling an increasing sense of danger.

She raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, intending to push him away, but was surprised to find that his body was burning hot and somewhat abnormal.

Am I really going to consummate our marriage with him tonight?

But his eyes and brows were icy cold, gloomy and indifferent, as if he were serious.

It had nothing to do with love; he simply viewed the wedding night as something that husband and wife should do, even though he secretly resented it.

Suddenly, I remembered that he was a germaphobe and didn't like others touching him.

Why doesn't she take the initiative?

Maybe he'll just push me away the moment he gets annoyed.

Thinking this way, Yu Jinzhao took the initiative and gently wrapped her arms around Si Qing's neck.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; it is indeed not to be missed."

The girl gently pinched the back of his neck with her fingers, then raised the corners of her eyes and smiled charmingly.

Her eyes were as clear and bright as crystals immersed in a clear pool; the pure pupils and alluring eye shape blended together in a wonderful way to create a beautiful charm.

Si Qing stared at her shimmering lips as she spoke, the red at the corners of her eyes seeming to deepen slightly, like red plum blossoms spreading out on a snowy night, exuding a magnificent and outstanding beauty.

But this kind of red has nothing to do with lust; in fact, it's excessive and abnormal.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and began to unbutton his shirt. The dark buttons made his fair and slender fingers appear even colder and more dejected.

"..."

Yu Jinzhao froze, staring blankly as he unbuttoned three buttons one by one... His well-defined chest suddenly came into her view.

To be honest, Si Ye's physique is really quite attractive.

She glanced at it, and her cheeks flushed instantly. She couldn't help but lick her lips.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes half-closed, as if he was suppressing some kind of undercurrent, and his repressed expression made his features even more gloomy.

He lifted her chin, his rough fingertips gently caressing it, with a hint of intrigue.

Where would you like to start?

His deep, husky voice sounded like the last vestiges of tenderness escaping from her throat after a passionate encounter; the ambiguous atmosphere almost made her blood boil.

wipe.

Yu Jinzhao was startled. Shouldn't he have pushed her away immediately?

What happened to your germaphobia? Don't be so gentle with this delicate flower, just push her down hard!

She stopped, her hand sliding weakly down his neck, inadvertently brushing past the area below his left atrium. Her gaze followed, and she saw a small moon tattooed below his heart.

Yu Jinzhao was slightly taken aback. Before she could see clearly, he pressed down heavily on her.

In that instant, her mind went completely blank, just as she was preparing to kick him down.

The man's large hand, which was gripping her waist, suddenly loosened, and he made no further move.

Yu Jinzhao froze, not daring to move for a moment.

What's happening here?

The room was so quiet that it felt as if even the air had frozen.

Is he asleep?

No, his breathing was still heavy, spraying onto her neck as if to burn her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered that his eyes had been slightly red, as if he were holding back something.

Not quite right.

She patted Si Qing on the back. "What's wrong?"

Si Qing did not react, but his breathing became even heavier.

She immediately broke free from him, and saw that he was trembling slightly, his body stretched taut like a taut string.

Beneath his disheveled hair, his face was horribly pale, even his lips had lost all color, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with blood, burning with dark red flames.

Her heart skipped a beat; sure enough, her intuition was right.

She immediately reached out and placed her hand on his forehead.

I could only feel my palms were wet and burning hot.

I suddenly remembered that Anran had mentioned he had a headache.

His headache has flared up again!

Yu Jinzhao quickly helped him up, her brows furrowed slightly. "How are you?"

Si Qing's eyes flashed with madness. Suddenly losing control of his emotions, his breathing became erratic, and he forcefully pushed her away, shouting, "Get out!"

At the same time, there was a rapid knocking on the door.