A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

The air in the back seat was heating up rapidly.

The winter night outside the window was chilly, but inside the car it felt like a furnace in full swing.

"...What," Jiang Chu grumbled, "you let me touch you."

"Yes," Xie Jing slightly clenched his fist, "I just think... we should be fair."

He pinched the girl's supple waist.

The latter exerted force due to tension, causing the muscles to become taut.

Jiang Chu's waist and abdomen have almost no excess fat, and when tightened, you can clearly feel the smooth curve of her waistline tapering inward.

The defined lines of the abs are subtly visible beneath the smooth skin, exuding a vibrant energy that combines strength and grace.

It was like holding down a small beast that was about to pounce.

Xie Jing chuckled and leaned down, his high, straight nose burying itself mischievously in the crook of her neck, gently rubbing against her a few times.

His rough palms slowly moved up her waistline, across her thin back, and finally supported the back of her head, forcing her to meet his unfathomable black eyes.

"Are you still cold?"

Their chests were pressed together, their faces were close, and their breaths mingled.

"...More or less."

Jiang Chu's voice softened again.

Xie Jing immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her mischievous little hand down.

With his other hand still around the girl's waist, he easily lifted her up and placed her on his lap.

The hem of the pleated skirt spread out like flower petals, covering the man's trousers.

Xie Jing moved a little closer to her. "Do you think I'm not physically strong?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

She met his dark eyes, which were burning with barely suppressed rage. "Why can't you take a joke...?"

The little girl's voice was soft and gentle, and she looked like she was about to surrender.

Xie Jing, however, would not fall for it.

He knew very well that this guy might look docile now, but he could suddenly have a wicked urge and give him a swipe of his claws at any moment.

The man lowered his head and pecked the girl's lips. "If you like playing like this, I'll play along—"

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her jawline, leaving a series of moist kisses on her slender swan neck.

His teeth gently nibbled at the soft flesh of her earlobe, grinding it lightly, eliciting a suppressed moan.

Jiang Chu was so weak from his kisses that her mind went blank.

But even with this suppression, her temper flared up again.

"...Who wants to play this game with you?"

She snorted, her eyes gradually clearing, then flashing with a cunning light.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chu reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's broad, muscular neck.

Using that force, she propped herself up and bit down on the man's strong, sharp jaw in retaliation.

She applied a little force, but didn't bite him too hard. She gently ground her lips against his, kissing his slightly stubbled chin in soft, delicate strokes.

Following the jawline, her kiss landed on that prominent, sexy Adam's apple.

Jiang Chu stuck out the tip of her tongue and mischievously licked it lightly.

In that instant, she clearly felt the massive body in her arms tremble violently, and the Adam's apple bobbing quietly between her lips and teeth.

Jiang Chu buried her face deep into the man's open collar again.

The skin there felt so hot it seemed to melt her, and her beautiful collarbone lines stretched out.

Jiang Chu, as if she had found her favorite toy, gently nibbled at it, leaving behind patches of bright red marks.

Xie Jing was breathing heavily.

"Jiang Chu," he gripped the girl's waist tightly, lifting her up so she could sink deeper into his embrace.

"You came to me willingly, don't cry later."

Before Jiang Chu could refute, the man grabbed her with his large hand, and in the blink of an eye, her position had been changed.

Xie Jing bent his long legs slightly and sat back in the spacious back seat, while Jiang Chu was lifted up and turned to face away from him, nestled in his arms.

The spine pressed against the man's broad chest.

Jiang Chu took a deep breath. The wall of flesh behind her was so thick that the continuous heat instantly enveloped her through her clothes.

The limitation of vision makes the other senses more sensitive at this moment.

Jiang Chu tilted her head slightly and looked at the black, specially made soundproof barrier.

Driver Lao Cheng is still driving.

Although theoretically the front seats shouldn't be able to hear what's happening behind, the close proximity and the presence of other people in the back make it quite thrilling.

Outside the window, the neon-lit nightscape rushes past, while inside the car, it's a dimly lit and enclosed space.

"...Are you nervous?"

A deep, resonant laugh came from the man's back.

He felt the girl's breathing suddenly quicken.

as well as--

He could already feel Jiang Chu's heartbeat.

Soon, the rustling of clothes filled the carriage, mixed with the occasional soft sounds from the leather seats.

The temperature in the back seat kept rising.

They embraced tightly.

Xie Jing lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe.

The intense heat suddenly swept over us.

Jiang Chu instinctively snorted and subconsciously tried to dodge forward.

The man behind her seemed to have anticipated this reaction. He applied slight pressure with his large hand on her lower abdomen, not only preventing her from escaping but also pulling her back.

"Ugh...!"

Xie Jing lowered his head and kissed the tip of her ear, watching the girl's eyes flush red at the corners.

The Rolls-Royce made a smooth turn at the intersection, and amidst the bumps and jolts, he pulled Jiang Chu's left hand, which was gripping the leather of the seat.

The man's large, calloused hand forcefully pierced between her slender, fair fingers.

Their fingers were intertwined, tightly entwined.

His hands were several sizes larger than hers, easily enveloping her fingers tightly in his palm.

The car turned.

Jiang Chu was a little unsteady on her feet when Xie Jing hugged her, tightening his grip on her fingers and palms, causing the veins on the back of his hand to bulge.

"You can speak up."

Xie Jing whispered maliciously in her ear, his voice unusually hoarse, "The barrier has been raised; you can't hear anything up ahead."

Jiang Chu gripped his hand tightly.

Looking out the window at the desolate and cold winter night, she felt as if she herself had turned into rain and snow, sweeping and fluttering between heaven and earth.

Unable to find any anchor point to rely on, she could only clench her fingers tightly, using almost all her strength, until her fingers were almost embedded in the man's palm.

"hiss--"

A sound of someone inhaling from above.

Jiang Chu was already a little dazed, and when she heard the noise, she subconsciously thought that she had used too much force and accidentally hurt her boyfriend.

She looked down at the bulging veins on that large hand.

"Are you alright?"

Jiang Chu lowered her head a little guiltily and carefully blew two breaths on the back of the man's hand, which had faint red marks.

"Blowing on it will make it stop hurting!"

The warm, gentle breath gently caressed Xie Jing's hand, tickling him to the very core.

"?"

Xie Jing was stunned, looking incredulously at the little girl in his arms who was almost crying.

He wasn't in pain just now.

That was simply because at that moment, the strange stimulation of having my palm grasped by those soft, boneless fingers was too intense.

That's why it was like that.

however--

Looking at the girl's adorable face, with tears still clinging to her long eyelashes and a look of heartache and self-reproach, I felt a pang of sadness.

Xie Jing's heart felt like it had been violently struck by something.

The man's dark eyes narrowed, and he decided to play along.

He frowned slightly, deliberately lowering his voice to a hushed tone, revealing a barely perceptible suppressed emotion: "Hmm... it does hurt a little. Shall you blow on it again?"

Jiang Chu suppressed the strange feeling in certain places and blew on his hand again.

……and many more.

They were still holding hands.

She squeezed the man's hard, rough hand, and when she looked up, she met the mockery deep in his eyes.

Jiang Chu: "?"

He doesn't feel any pain at all!

This old man is just teasing her!

"Xie Jing! You liar!"

Jiang Chu's face turned even redder.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she acted impulsively and bit down on the man's hand!