Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 65 Old man, you heard me right.

Wen Jin's bluntness made Chi Yige's breath catch in his throat.

The scent of gardenias after her bath, mixed with her faint fragrance, wafted into his nostrils, and the emotions surging in his eyes almost burst forth.

Fearing she might lose her balance, he instinctively supported her slender waist, his voice deep and hoarse: "Wen, wake up, no man can resist this kind of temptation."

"Am I pretty?"

Wen Jinian tilted her head back, her cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, still slightly intoxicated.

Chi Yige's Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly nodded.

Suddenly, Wen Jinnian grabbed his hand and pressed it against her burning cheek, her eyes reddening: "Dr. Chi, one month. Let me go once your novelty wears off. Also, help me investigate my aunt's affairs."

She was too naive; she thought she could escape the Jiang family on her own, but she overestimated herself.

As soon as she finished speaking, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Chi Yige's heart clenched suddenly, and he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Wen, it's not a wise move to use your body to negotiate with people."

Chi Yige bent down, picked her up in his arms, and placed her on the bedside. He said in a low voice, "Get some sleep first. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Forcing herself to stay, she turned to leave, but Wen Jinnian reached out and grabbed his broad, warm hand, softly pleading, "Don't go."

Suddenly, the sky outside the window darkened, lightning flashed, and she huddled up in fear.

Chi Yige froze, his suppressed emotions almost bursting forth.

He turned and half-squatted, asking in a hoarse voice, "Do you know this is an invitation?"

"I'm afraid of thunder."

The rain pattered outside the window. Chi Yige sighed and carried her to the bedside, carefully covering her with the blanket.

Unaware that Ye was being sentimental and intoxicated, Wen Jinnian held his hand tightly, as if grasping her only support.

He coaxed softly, "I'm going to take a shower. Leave the light on and wait for me."

She then let go and curled up into a ball.

Chi Yige took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom, where the water in the bathtub was splashing.

Wen Jin Nian suddenly felt that she was being pretentious, yet she was also captivated by his tenderness at this moment.

When Chi Yige came out of the bathroom, he saw her curled up in a ball, so he took a hair dryer and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Your hair isn't dry, dry it before you sleep."

She obediently rested her head on his lap. He plugged in the hair dryer, tested the temperature in his palm, and then gently smoothed her hair before blowing on it little by little.

As the warm breeze brushed against his hair, he saw her suddenly reach out and wrap her arms around his waist.

He paused for a moment, but the hairdryer continued to steadily control the temperature, gently brushing against the ends of her damp hair.

The rain outside the window grew even heavier, and the moment the thunder roared, she instinctively tightened her arms around his waist.

He casually put down the hairdryer in his hand, lightly hooked her wrist with his fingertips, and with a pull, spun her into his arms.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingled, and the ambiguous temperature in the small space quickly rose.

"Wen, you're playing with fire."

His low, husky voice brushed against her ear, his warm breath caressing her reddened earlobe, "I'm not Liu Xiahui..."

Before he could finish speaking, his deep gaze met her moist almond-shaped eyes.

The man had just finished showering, and water was still dripping from his hair.

A few stray hairs fell across her forehead, and water droplets trickled down her neck and disappeared into the depths of the loose neckline of her casual T-shirt.

Wen Jinian's mind went blank.

She subconsciously gave the man a light peck on the lips.

Chi Yige's deep eyes darkened slightly. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her passionately. His kiss was intense, and after several turns, her nimble, tender tongue slipped into his mouth, sucking and exploring every soft spot.

The rain was heavy outside, and the air was filled with the intimate sounds of the two.

In this position, Wen Jinian could clearly feel the abnormality in his body.

He shuddered, wanting to escape, but he only exerted more force.

He gently bit her neck, from her collarbone to her shoulder, little by little, until his red halter dress was hooked up to her arm.

Her graceful figure was gradually revealed.

Wen Jinian has a great figure, with prominent breasts and a slender waist...

Men are naturally gifted in this area; when one side is routed, the other gains an unstoppable advantage.

They eventually conquered cities and seized territory, and her army was quickly routed.

With effortless skill, Wen Jinnian couldn't help but gasp, leaning limply against his shoulder and tilting her head back weakly.

Although she hadn't experienced these things, her body reacted honestly; she liked his touch.

She sat between the man's legs, panting softly, her whole body weak and powerless.

A pair of shimmering, watery eyes looked at Chi Yige, her voice so sweet it could drip water: "Ugh, it doesn't feel good."

Chi Yige tensed up and lifted her up in his arms. Wen Jinnian felt dizzy as her back sank into the soft bed.

The man leaned closer; her long hair was spread out on the pink sheets, her bright red pajamas and pale skin were even more dazzling under the lamplight.

The woman's skin was delicate and tender; a light touch would leave a mark.

Each kiss left a faint mark on her soft skin, and with a little force, it would blush.

He carefully restrained himself, afraid of hurting her or making her cry.

Until the woman beneath him went limp as a soup, he whispered three words in her ear, and she shyly bit his shoulder.

The man gently comforted her, while the rain outside grew heavier and heavier, but the room grew warmer and warmer, and the two figures intertwined tightly.

At this moment, just as Wen Jinian had said a few days ago, the few centimeters of distance between them disappeared.

Counting the years just for the day the flowers bloom.
Even if we miss each other and brush past each other again,
I foresaw all your joys, sorrows, and happiness.
Three thousand flowers bloom, but only for you.

While still half asleep, Wen Jinnian heard her phone ring. She reached across the bedside table, grabbed the phone, and held it to her ear to answer.

"Hey, you brat, what are you doing? You never answer my calls!"

Wen Jinian suddenly opened her eyes, picked up her phone and saw that the contact name was clearly written as "Old Man".

She sat up with a jolt, a piercing pain shooting through her lower back, as if she had been run over by a car wheel.

She couldn't help but gasp softly, reaching out to rub her side.

Only then did she notice that the man beside her was leaning against the wall, tilting his head, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed intently on her.

She looked down following the other person's gaze and realized that she was completely naked. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped it tightly around her body.

"Don't look."

Chi Yige chuckled softly and pointed to the phone in her hand.

Wen Jinian was stunned for a moment before realizing she had answered the wrong call. She hurriedly threw the phone onto the blanket and curled up in bed.

He smiled slightly, picked up the phone unhurriedly, but his gaze remained fixed on the little head peeking out from under the covers.

After a moment of silence, a surprised voice came through the receiver: "You have a woman with you? Or did I hear that right?"

A gentle light appeared in Chi Yige's eyes as he spoke softly, "Old man, you heard me right."

(End of this chapter)