The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

As dawn broke through the sheer curtains, a few warm rays of light fell on the disheveled bedding, casting a pale gold hue on the tangled strands of hair.

When Shen Qingyao woke up, she heard the even breathing beside her. She moved her body and found herself being held in Meng Jiangyu's arms.

His arm was across her waist, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, but with a reassuring strength that left her no room to break free.

The air still held the lingering scent of last night, mixed with the faint warmth of the sunlight, and the crisp cedar scent emanating from him lingered in the air.

Shen Qingyao felt very refreshed. She hated the sticky feeling on her body, and Meng Jiangyu had helped her clean it up.

She turned her head slightly, meeting his open eyes.

Meng Jiangyu's eyes still held the sleepiness of someone just waking up, but the moment he looked at her, a gentle smile spread across them.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice still hoarse from the early morning: "Awake?"

Shen Qingyao moved slightly, but the heat made her freeze instantly, and her ears turned red at a visible speed.

She instinctively shrank her legs, but Meng Jiangyu pulled her even closer to his waist.

A low chuckle sounded above her head, husky and languid with the sound of early morning. He tightened his arms around her, his fingertips tracing her reddened earlobe, his tone carrying a playful possessiveness: "What are you hiding from?"

Seeing that she kept her head down and refused to say anything, Meng Jiangyu whispered in her earlobe, his breath hot enough to make her feel numb all over: "Baby, it's a normal physiological reaction!"

He paused, then gently licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, his voice deep and alluring, "Especially when I'm holding you."

It felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks, and even her ears burned. She hurriedly shrank into the quilt, burying her face in the soft pillow, leaving only a section of her reddened neck exposed.

She pushed against his chest in a flustered manner, the force as light as a tickle, her voice muffled in the pillow, barely audible: "You...you stop talking."

Her legs instinctively curled to the side, her fingertips turned slightly red, and she froze in place, not daring to move an inch.

Meng Jiangyu groaned softly, the vibration of his chest transmitting through their pressed skin. "Baby, you want it?"

"No...it was an accident!" A muffled voice came from under the pillow.

He tightened his arms, bringing them closer together, and his fingertips slowly slid down her flushed neck, tracing the delicate texture of her skin.

"Why are you hiding?" He leaned close to her ear, his voice husky and teasing. "Or... are you thinking about something else? Hmm?"

She lifted her head from the pillow, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes darting around the room in a flustered manner, finally settling on the shattered glass lamp on the floor.

She raised her hand and pushed Meng Jiangyu's chest, her fingertips still trembling slightly. Her voice was weak but deliberately raised a few decibels: "Look...look, that glass lamp is broken. It was knocked over last night. I don't know if it can be repaired."

As she spoke, she struggled to sit up, leaning towards the bedside table to try and create some distance between them, her ears turning bright red.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, flicking his finger lightly across her flushed cheek, his tone knowingly teasing: "What does it matter if the glass cup is broken?"

He deliberately leaned forward, bringing them closer, his hot breath brushing against her lips: "Someone's little schemes are much easier to guess than a broken cup!"

His fingertips gently caressed her waist, then he lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe, his voice deep and alluring: "Want to change the subject? Hmm? You'll have to wait until I finish, or... would you like to talk about something more interesting?"

"For example, yesterday I lost two out of three chess games, but you promised me a ** temptation!"

Shen Qingyao pretended not to hear and didn't say a word.

Meng Jiangyu propped his head up with his hand, looked at the girl in front of him, and had the urge to tease her.

Meng Jiangyu's smile deepened, and he simply flipped over and pinned her down, propping himself up on his arms to look down at her, pinching her chin with his fingertips to force her to look up.

"Pretending to be deaf?" He leaned down, his thin lips brushing against her ear, burning hot. "Baby, do I need to teach you how to write the words 'a bet is a bet'?"

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled violently. She turned her head away from his gaze, her fingertips gripping the bed sheet beneath her, the fabric wrinkled from being crumpled.

"I was just letting you win..." The voice trailed off, the last few words almost disappearing into the air.

"Oh?" Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow, his fingertips sliding down her collarbone. "Let me have it? How about... we take another gamble?"

His fingertips rested on the soft flesh of her waist, giving it a gentle pinch, which elicited a soft moan from her.

"If you win, yesterday's promise will be wiped clean."

Shen Qingyao suddenly looked up, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes, but it quickly dimmed again as she looked at him warily: "Then... what if I lose?"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, leaned down and bit her lower lip, lingering on it for a moment before releasing it. Looking at her reddened lips, his voice was hoarse: "You lost?"

His hand gently stroked her back, pulling her closer to his embrace, his hot breath falling on the crook of her neck: "If you lose, you'll have to repay me double for the temptation you owe me."

Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, her fingers gripped the bedsheet tighter, and even her breathing became erratic.

She bit her lower lip and glared at him, but her eyes held a hint of unconcealed embarrassment: "You...you can't renege on the bet. Any bet has to be fair."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his fingertip gently brushing against her reddened lips, smoothing away the red mark left by her teeth: "Fair? That means you can bargain with me."

He leaned down, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, his words burning hot, "I bet... you can stay in my arms for ten minutes without calling my name."

Shen Qingyao thought to herself that she was sure to win, as long as she didn't call him by his name. "It's a deal!"

The moment he finished speaking, his kiss landed on her lips, lingering and caressing them.

He gripped her lower back with his hands, pulling her into his arms, leaving her no way to escape.

Shen Qingyao's mind went blank, and her blood was surging and burning.

She instinctively raised her hand to push him away, but her strength was as soft as spring water, and she could only let his breath completely envelop her.

The crisp scent of cedar lingered around her nose, mixed with the languid aroma of early morning, gradually eroding her strength to struggle.

In such an airtight intimacy, it felt like an eternity.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and soft sobs escaped her throat. Several times she almost blurted out that name, but she bit her lip tightly and swallowed it back.

Meng Jiangyu keenly noticed the movement in her throat, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He stepped back slightly, looking at her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips, and stroked her chin with his fingertips: "Three more minutes, baby, hang in there."

He deliberately slowed his movements, his palm tracing her waistline, his fingertips burning hot.

Shen Qingyao tilted her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her eyelashes wet, like butterfly wings covered in morning dew.

In the last ten seconds, Meng Jiangyu's kisses landed lightly and quickly, pecking at her flushed neck and gently massaging her waist with his fingertips.

Shen Qingyao tensed up, biting her lower lip tightly, and even held her breath.

The word "Meng Jiangyu" was already on the tip of her tongue, but the moment his fingertips brushed against the soft flesh of her waist, she could no longer hold back, and a soft sob mixed with that name escaped from the corner of her lips.

"Baby, you lost!" Meng Jiangyu's low, husky voice rang against her ear, his warm breath making her weak all over.

Shen Qingyao's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she went limp in his arms, burying her face in his neck in frustration, her voice muffled and trembling with tears: "It doesn't count...you cheated..."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitting through their pressed skin. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes, his fingertips caressing her bitten, reddened lips: "A bet's a bet, baby."

He leaned down, his thin lips brushing against her flushed earlobe, his voice deep and seductive: "Don't forget, you owe me two acts of seduction."

Shen Qingyao trembled and tried to struggle away, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. "Baby, where's your sense of contract?"