The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu's fingertips caressed the delicate skin on her wrist, the scalding heat of his palm seeping through the thin skin.

He looked down at her reddened earlobes, then lowered his head and rubbed them against his nose, his voice hoarse: "Why are you hiding? Weren't you being quite obedient when you called my name just now?"

Shen Qingyao buried her face even deeper, her nose brushing against the warm skin of his neck, her breath filled with the crisp scent of cedar on his body, making her heart pound wildly.

Her voice, muffled in the crook of his neck, was soft and tinged with a sob: "You did it on purpose..."

"Yes, it was intentional." Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, making no attempt to hide his thoughts.

He raised his hand, his fingertips slowly sliding down the top of her head, through the soft strands of hair, and finally stopping at the back of her neck, gently holding her hand.

This action carries an irresistible force, yet is incredibly gentle.

He used a little force to pull her face out from under her neck, forcing her to look up at him.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Qingyao's breath hitched. The playfulness in his eyes had long since faded, leaving only an intense possessiveness and tenderness, like a deep pool that could easily drown her.

"Aren't we going skiing today? Time to get up."

"They can skate all they want, it won't affect us if we don't go!" Meng Jiangyu's thumb gently brushed against the corner of her reddened lips, the calluses on his fingertip making her feel a little itchy.

He leaned down, his thin lips not landing directly on hers, but stopping less than a centimeter away, his hot breath brushing against her lips: "Baby, look at me."

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled violently, but she still obediently raised her eyes and met his deep gaze.

The next second, his kiss landed, not with the playful plundering of before, but with a delicate tenderness, lingering and caressing, conquering and taking over inch by inch.

He gradually increased the pressure on the back of her neck, yet he carefully protected her, afraid of hurting her.

Shen Qingyao's body went limp, and she could only cling to his shoulders, her fingertips unconsciously digging into his flesh, soft moans escaping her throat like a kitten's whimper.

As the kiss deepened, Meng Jiangyu pulled back slightly, looking at her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips, and chuckled as he bit her lower lip: "That's a good girl."

Meng Jiangyu's kiss followed the corner of her reddened lips, traveled down, gently brushed against her jawline, and landed on her delicate neck.

He didn't use force, but simply gently caressed that burning skin with his lips.

"No..." Her voice was as soft as water, with a heavy nasal tone and a tremor at the end, "It tickles..."

Meng Jiangyu tilted his head and rubbed his nose against the soft flesh of her neck, his tongue gently sweeping across that sensitive skin, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

"It's supposed to be itchy." His voice was hoarse, but tinged with amusement.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing aside her sweaty temples, his gaze falling on the reddened corners of her eyes, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.

He leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye, the touch as light as a feather: "Baby, don't pull away."

Shen Qingyao's body went limp from his kisses, and she could only let him hold her, her cheek pressed against his hot chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and feeling his cool breath around her nose.

Meng Jiangyu paused, looked down at her head buried in his arms, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He raised his hand, pulling her even closer, as if trying to meld her into his very bones, his voice low and tender: "Shen Qingyao..."

The call was extremely soft, yet it carried immense weight, instantly bringing tears to Shen Qingyao's eyes.

She raised her hand, wrapped it around his waist, buried her face deeper, her nose brushing against his shirt, and mumbled a soft "Mmm."

Meng Jiangyu let out a low, hoarse sigh, and tightened his grip on the back of her neck, turning the kiss from gentle and lingering to hot and intense.

His lips and teeth carried an undeniable force, yet they gently enveloped her softness.

Shen Qingyao felt as if all her strength had been drained, and could only cling to his shoulders and neck.

Her breathing was erratic, her soft sobs and moans all swallowed by him.

Meng Jiangyu's hand slid slowly down her waistline, gently caressing her.

He slightly raised his eyes, looking at her reddened eyes and wet eyelashes, and a strong possessiveness surged in his eyes.

He pulled back slightly, his thin lips brushing against the corner of her lips, gently pecking them, his voice hoarse: "Baby, relax..."

Before he finished speaking, he tightened his grip, pulling her closer to him.

Their skin was burning hot against each other, and he could clearly feel her soft curves and her slight trembling.

Shen Qingyao buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath falling on his skin, causing his Adam's apple to bob violently again.

Her fingertips gradually loosened, and instead gently hooked around the back of his neck, nuzzling against him with a hint of unconscious dependence.

Meng Jiangyu was awakened by hunger. When he opened his eyes, the sun outside the window had already climbed to the middle of the sky.

He didn't move, but turned to the side, his gaze falling on Shen Qingyao, who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

The girl nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, her long eyelashes curled, her breathing shallow, looking just like a little white rabbit.

His fingertips unconsciously rose and gently brushed across her delicate cheek, his movements extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dreams.

A low, husky chuckle escaped his throat, and tenderness almost overflowed from his eyes; this little girl must be exhausted.

He carefully withdrew his arm, got out of bed, and put on the bathrobe by the bedside.

Shen Qingyao rubbed her eyes and sat up. The blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair neck and faint red marks on her collarbone.

Her voice was soft and sleepy, with a nasal tone: "Meng Jiangyu, I'm hungry!"

Almost simultaneously, a waiter's respectful voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Meng, lunch is ready. Would you like it delivered to your room?"

"Now she calls me by my first name." Meng Jiangyu turned around, his gaze falling on the blanket that had slipped off her shoulder. His eyes darkened, and he walked over, bending down to tuck the blanket around her. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against the red mark on her collarbone. "You need to do this more often; you've become quite bold!"

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him reproachfully.

The servants quickly pushed in the food cart, which was filled with exquisite dishes, and then left.

Meng Jiangyu bent down and picked up Shen Qingyao, carrying her to the living room.

Shen Qingyao looked at the table full of dishes with a pleasant surprise, "They're all Chinese food!"

"Well, seeing that you didn't seem to enjoy dinner yesterday, I arranged for lunch!" He scooped up a spoonful of shrimp and scrambled eggs, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her lips. Watching her swallow it in small bites, a smile spread across his eyes.

"How does it taste?" Meng Jiangyu picked up a sweet and sour pork rib and put it in Shen Qingyao's bowl.

"Very good!" Shen Qingyao's appetite was whetted.