The Arrogant CEO's Wild Love

Chapter 3: Why Stop Undressing?

His expression darkened as the little thing beside him kept rubbing against his arm. Her warm breath brushed over his skin, heating it up and making his throat tighten. His body instantly went rigid.

The reaction between his legs became even more intense—something he’d never experienced before. It was as if a current surged through him, uncontrollable and electric.

Li Yeting’s eyes gradually darkened to ink, a predatory glint beginning to rise within them.

His voice turned hoarse and dangerously low. “I’ll give you one more chance—who are you, and what do you want?”

His voice, smooth like silk, drifted to Su Xiaoxi’s ears, sending a ripple down her spine. Finally, he was asking the real question. She scrambled to dig into her pocket, murmuring, “I have something... something important. I need to talk to you... I need you...”

But no matter how hard she searched, the note was nowhere to be found. Her tiny nose was soon dotted with sweat from anxiety.

Li Yeting gave a wicked, feral smile. The fire inside him could no longer be ignored. His voice dropped, sultry and rough: “I already gave you a chance.”

Whoever she was didn’t matter. She was the only one who had ever stirred such a reaction in him—and that alone meant she was his.

Without another word, he hoisted Su Xiaoxi over his shoulder.

She let out a small yelp as she hung upside down on his back, her tiny fists weakly patting against him. Her body grew softer, her mind hazier by the second.

“Put me down… my head’s spinning… I’m gonna throw up…” she protested feebly.

The man carrying her didn’t even flinch. His tone was ice-cold: “Hold it in.”

He carried her all the way to the bed. As her back finally touched the plush mattress, Su Xiaoxi sighed in relief, rolling lazily and mumbling, “The bed’s way more comfortable… your bones are awful… I hate them.”

Her mind was a mess, and when she looked up in a daze, she was met with a stunning scene—a man undressing.

Under the glow of the dazzling violet crystal chandelier, the man before her looked like a beast unleashed. His jacket was already off, and his long fingers casually unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing strips of bronze-toned muscle.

Su Xiaoxi’s eyes widened. It was like watching a private runway show of a top male model.

No—this man was more breathtaking than any model.

She stared in a dazed trance, utterly smitten. He looked like he had stepped out of a painting—his features sharp like those of a Greek god, his lips pursed in indifference, his tall frame perfect in every line. The taut muscles under his black silk shirt looked strong enough to make anyone lose their mind.

Su Xiaoxi thought it was a dream, and the alcohol had already stripped her of any sense of shame.

Caught in the beauty of the moment, she even let out a cheeky little whistle like a flirtatious rogue.

The sound cut through the room. Li Yeting narrowed his hawk-like eyes at the bold little thing.

In the entire empire, she was likely the only woman who dared flirt with him like that.

A glint of interest flickered in his dark eyes. He stood there, watching her with curiosity.

She was still wearing a server’s uniform, but the way she lay there exposed a slender, fair leg. Her silky long hair spilled over her cheeks, framing a delicate face so vividly beautiful that it seemed to glow.

She wasn’t the sultry type, but she was fresh, refined—her large eyes sparkling with innocent clarity.

Li Yeting observed her from above, still trying to figure out where this little creature had come from.

On the bed, Su Xiaoxi suddenly pouted and complained, “Well? Why’d you stop undressing?”

Her body was flushed with heat, her mind lost in the haze. The desire inside her surged like a little monster taking control.

“Hey, hurry up and take it off.” She pointed at him, her tone commanding like a spoiled little queen.

A devilish smile tugged at Li Yeting’s thin lips. He took two slow steps forward and bent down slightly. “Little thing... do you even know what you’re doing?”

Su Xiaoxi, barely hanging onto her senses, felt fire dancing inside her veins. In her dreamlike state, she was fearless.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she suddenly sat up, grabbed his collar, and yanked him closer.

Li Yeting raised a brow, but cooperated, leaning in.

Su Xiaoxi grinned, her cheeks rosy with drunken boldness. With one swift motion, she toppled him over, pinning him beneath her.

Li Yeting let her climb on top without resistance.

Now straddling his waist, Su Xiaoxi reached for his buttons. “Geez, undressing takes forever. What’s there to be shy about?”