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

Her back sank into the cool grass, and the chill of late autumn through her thin clothes made her eyelashes tremble.

But then, the coolness was completely blocked.

The scalding hot body pressed down from above, completely enveloping her.

Xie Jing was like an unshakeable mountain, shrouding the girl below in his shadow.

Having just finished strenuous exercise, his broad chest heaved violently, exuding a wild and aggressive aura.

Jiang Chu lay on the ground, hearing the rustling of the bushes in the night wind and the swaying of the osmanthus trees past their flowering season.

She blushed and turned her head away. "What are you doing?"

Why are you running?

Xie Jing looked down at her, his rough hands easily gripping her slender wrists and pinning them to the grass above her head.

The man's eyes were as deep as night, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse.

Jiang Chu was so overwhelmed by his weight that she could hardly breathe, but there was no trace of panic in her captivating, watery eyes.

Her body was extremely flexible, and now, as she twisted her waist, she brought her beautiful curves even closer to him.

"Mr. Xie is so fierce..."

She tilted her head, her loose black hair spreading out on the lush green grass, making her small, delicate face appear even more fair and refined.

"Didn't you ask me what I wanted to do? I'm just throwing myself into your arms."

Her voice was as soft as water, yet her eyes were full of mischievous slyness.

Xie Jing stared at her confident little face, his dark eyes growing ever deeper.

He suddenly lowered his head and fiercely silenced that small mouth that was both infuriating and alluring.

"Well……"

Jiang Chu's exclamation was completely swallowed up.

Xie Jing's kiss was full of absolute pressure and aggression, his heavy breathing spraying onto her cheeks and neck, burning hot.

His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, with an unyielding ferocity, frantically plundering and entangled in her mouth.

Jiang Chu felt weak all over from the kiss, and her brain felt like it was lacking oxygen.

Before she knew it, the man had released his grip on her wrists, his rough, long fingers sliding down her neck, the heat of his palm sending shivers down her spine through her clothes.

Jiang Chu raised her arms and wrapped them around the man's broad shoulders, her long, fair neck arching like a swan as she endured his increasingly out-of-control demands.

The night wind carried a chilly chill, but the two bodies pressed together seemed like a raging fire.

Xie Jing's kiss slid down her delicate lips and landed heavily on her exquisite collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from the girl in his arms.

The hardness of the soil rubbed against her hair, and Jiang Chu moved her head uncomfortably.

Xie Jing seemed to sense her resistance. As he tightened his grip on her waist, he used his other hand to lift her up and place it firmly behind her head.

The thickness and heat of her palm instantly isolated her from the cold ground.

"Hmm... Thank you, Jing..."

Jiang Chu turned her head away, and the faint sobs were dispersed by the sudden gust of wind.

The man's movements were full of control, yet the hand behind her head was extremely gentle, even lightly stroking her earlobe with his fingertips.

A long wind swept through the bushes, but it couldn't mask the increasingly uncontrolled, chaotic breathing on the grass.

A few pale stars dotted the late autumn night sky. Jiang Chu gazed at the sky, her vision gradually blurring.

The distant light diffused through the mist.

"Look at me, Chuchu."

The man's deep, cello-like voice exploded in her ears.

Jiang Chu blinked.

The next second, a chill ran through my brain.

She gripped the taut muscles on his shoulder tightly.

The man's sweat dripped into the hollow of his neck.

Ripples spread across the surface of the artificial lake, and Jiang Chu felt as if she were sinking into the deep sea. In a daze, she raised her hands and hugged the back of the other person's neck.

Then she kissed the man haphazardly.

Xie Jing was aroused by this haphazard teasing.

He breathed heavily, gripped the back of her head tightly with his large hand, and returned the kiss fiercely.

The wind rustled through the treetops, the night grew ever darker, and the tangled breaths condensed into white mist in the cool night air before quickly dissipating.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm gradually subsided.

The chill of the grass belatedly crept up on me, blowing away the sticky sweat from my skin.

Jiang Chu lay limply on the man's broad, firm chest, not wanting to move a single finger.

She blinked her wet eyes, the corners of which still held a hint of redness, and buried her face in the crook of his neck in a somewhat shameless manner.

"It's all your fault... for messing around here."

"Yeah, it's my fault," Xie Jing put his arm around her waist. "It's getting cold now, let's go back."

Jiang Chu rubbed against him, "I'm tired, I don't have the strength to walk, carry me."

The girl's body was warm, soft, and fragrant, carrying with it complete trust and affection.

Xie Jing chuckled softly, grabbed her coat from the side, and deftly wrapped the fair-skinned girl in his arms tightly.

Then, with a swift movement of his long arm, he easily scooped the person up in his arms.

He carried her, his steps still large and steady, braving the cold night wind as he walked into the villa.

The villa was already heated, and the moment you opened the door, a wave of warmth washed over you, instantly dispelling all the chill.

Xie Jing walked straight into the master bedroom's rather luxurious bathroom.

"Splash—"

The bathtub was quickly filled with hot water at a comfortable temperature, and a layer of white steam rose up.

The man knelt on one knee beside the bathtub, his strong, veiny forearm dipping into the water to test the temperature.

He felt it was about time, so he turned around and pretended to unbutton Jiang Chu's coat, as if he was about to personally help her take a bath.

Jiang Chu, who was sitting next to him, belatedly felt her cheeks burning when she saw his matter-of-fact and overly considerate manner.

Seeing the man's large hand reaching out, she shrank back shyly and quickly grabbed his arm.

"Wait... you don't need to wash it, I can do it myself!"

"Really?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow, speaking with an air of nonchalance, "Who was outside just now complaining that they were too tired to move?"

"That's because I wanted you to carry me back." Jiang Chu's ears were burning. "I'm all grown up now, I'm not a child anymore, why do I need help taking a bath..."

Given her physical strength and daily activity level, she wasn't actually that tired.

Her earlier act of acting cute was just a way to snuggle in his arms for a while.

But looking into the man's unfathomable eyes, which seemed to gleam with a hint of danger—

Jiang Chu had a gut feeling that if he were to stay and "help," he probably wouldn't finish taking a bath until dawn.

"...Anyway, you can go out now."

Jiang Chu glared at him, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

Xie Jing knelt on one knee beside the bathtub, not annoyed by her words, but looking at her beautiful, delicate face, he deliberately asked, "Really? You won't faint in the bathroom?"

Jiang Chu: "?"

Jiang Chu narrowed her eyes. "No! But you, you just did so much exercise, don't get so tired that you can't squat anymore."

Xie Jing: "..."

That amount of exercise wasn't really much for him.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly. "You seem to have some energy now."