Starving wolf
276 Words
Jian Yimo met his smiling gaze, a sinking suspicion forming—had she boarded a pirate ship disguised as a luxury yacht?
Yet his beauty disarmed her. Stoic elegance when serious, sunlit youthfulness when smiling. This lethal duality made her inner fangirl scream. Damn these looks-obsessed genes!
Ding-dong!
The doorbell catapulted her into action. She dive-bombed onto the bed, pulling blankets over her head—perfect corpse impersonation.
Mu Tinghuai chuckled low. This firecracker of a woman would keep life endlessly entertaining.
Chen Mo, his assistant, stood rigidly at the doorway. "The items you requested, CEO."
Accepting the shopping bags, Mu Tinghuai's gaze softened at the blanket lump. Peeling back the covers revealed her fluttering eyelids.
"Oscar-worthy performance." His lips brushed her eyelids.
"Bastard! More kisses?!" She glared.
"Wife privileges." He caged her beneath him, primal energy crackling.
"Whose wife?!" Her squirming proved futile.
"Need physical confirmation?" His mouth claimed hers, rewriting her protests into moans.
A herd of f*ing alpacas galloped through her mind. How did this man weaponize lust?!
Post-Shower
"Starving wolf?" She blocked his advance in the steamy bathroom.
"Just ensuring my wife's clean." His tender bath ritual ended with blow-drying her hair, fingers threading through silken strands.
"Rest. We'll get our marriage license after lunch." He wasn't risking escape.
"Mn." She slumped bonelessly, missing his triumphant smirk.
Betrayal Revealed
The ringing phone displayed "Jian Yining."
"Your call." He offered the device.
"Hello?" Her raspy voice betrayed everything.
Jian Yining's glee leaked through: "Enjoy last night's present? Never guessed you'd be such a slut beneath that prude act!"
Ice flooded Jian Yimo's veins. "You drugged my water! That pig was YOUR setup!"
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