Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

Back at the estate, the car slowly drove in along the private driveway, and Ke Miantang was still amazed by the more than 3,000 acres of estate.

The entire mountain is Xingyun's private property. Rong She lives here alone, while his father, Rong Liao, lives on the other side of the mountain. Usually, the father and son don't meet unless there's something important going on.

The rose gardens on both sides of the road lost their daytime vibrancy in the twilight, and when the wind blew, the petals floated up like snowflakes.

There are also large areas of maple forest on the back mountain. They are still green now, but they will be even more beautiful in late autumn, when the whole mountain will be dyed red.

After getting out of the car, a maid came up to us and took out the shopping bags from the back seat.

Ke Miantang thought that was the end of it for today. He seemed to have calmed down and even asked her what she wanted for dinner on the way, his tone no different from usual.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that "I'll strangle you" was probably just an exaggerated way of expressing his possessiveness.

Men, they all like to say tough things.

But she was wrong.

Ke Miantang planned to go back to her room to unpack the gifts. She had bought too many things today, and she hadn't even looked at several of them carefully. When the sales assistant was stuffing them into the bag, she was just swiping her card.

Rong She followed her in. At first, she didn't pay attention, thinking he was coming in to change clothes.

The moment the door closed behind her, her heart skipped a beat. Before her heartbeat could calm down, she could smell his scent.

The scent slowly approached from behind her, wafting over the back of her neck like an invisible net.

She didn't dare turn around: "Rong She, you've come to get...?"

The remaining half of the sentence was swallowed back down.

Because he had already pressed himself against her from behind, his chest against her back, and through the thin fabric, she could feel his slightly elevated body temperature.

The fabric of his shirt brushed against her shoulder blades, feeling cool and giving her goosebumps.

The next second, she heard a metallic clanging sound.

My eyelid twitched violently; it was his belt buckle.

Ke Miantang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Turn around."

Rong She spoke slowly and deliberately, a dangerous aura descending upon her, making the air seem heavier.

She turned around stiffly and looked up at him.

Backlit, Rong She's features were outlined with cold, hard lines, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

He looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her wide, round eyes, down to her slightly parted, panting lips, and then slowly down... until he saw a slender white ankle peeking out from under her skirt.

That gaze was as hot as a physical object, and Ke Miantang felt as if her clothes had been stripped off.

She instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but before she could move, his arms were already positioned on either side of her, trapping her in his shadow.

If he shrinks back, he leans forward.

As he dodged to the left, his arm moved an inch accordingly.

He pressed closer and closer until her lower back touched the edge of the desk.

Rong She grabbed her waist with one hand and lifted her up effortlessly, placing her on the table.

He stood between her legs, one hand holding the back of her head, his thumb pressing against the curve of her chin, and slowly lifted her face.

This pose... is too much.

Ke Miantang's ears were burning hot, and the fine downy hairs on her cheeks were trembling slightly.

Her hands frantically braced themselves on the table behind her, her fingertips curled up, unsure of what to do next.

Rong She lowered his head, giving her no time to process what was happening, and his lips covered hers, kissing her deeply and slowly.

The tip of the tongue penetrates deep, entangling, plundering, and demanding.

His kissing technique was almost cruelly precise; every thrust landed precisely on her most sensitive spot, forcing her to let out an uncontrollable moan from deep within her throat.

She braced both hands on the table behind her, her knuckles gripping the edge.

He kissed her so hard she leaned back, her neck forming a delicate arc.

She trembled when Rong She's fingers touched her right hand.

His fingertips had thin calluses from years of exercising; they were rough and warm. He began to caress her fingertips, joint by joint, starting from the base of her fingers.

The sensation made her entire arm go limp, a tingling sensation spreading from her fingertips all the way to her shoulder.

When he finally released her lips, there were still a few faint glints of silver at the corners of her mouth.

She took small breaths and kept inhaling, staring at him with her wet eyes, looking both fierce and pitiful.

But she didn't realize that in Rong She's eyes, this only made him want to bully her even more.

Rong She wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms pressed against her side, his fingers slightly tightening, pulling her into his embrace.

In fact, Ke Miantang was very attracted to his body; this man was the most handsome man she had ever seen, without exception.

As his girlfriend, she could openly and legitimately drool over him.

This realization once made her roll around in bed several times in the middle of the night, covering her face and scolding herself for being so spineless.

But every time she was just one step away, her mind would suddenly clear.

She remembered the system's countdown: over a hundred days.

If the mission succeeds in a little over a hundred days, and Rong She falls in love with Zhang Xin at first sight, what if Zhang Xin minds that Rong She had intimate relations with his ex-girlfriend?

Who knows if Rong She will take his anger out on the Ke family then?

Rong She didn't give her much of a chance to catch her breath. His lips continued to slide down her cheek and land on the thin skin below her ear.

He opened his mouth and bit down. It didn't hurt, but the tingling sensation spread down his neck.

Ke Miantang turned her head to the side, revealing her slender neck.

The necklace lay in the hollow of her collarbone.

Upon seeing this, Rong She's lips slid down.

As the breath passed over his throat, Ke Miantang could even feel a sigh escape from his throat, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

Then his lips landed on the necklace.

Rong She held the chain in her mouth with the tip of her tongue and tugged it slightly, leaving a faint red mark on her skin before loosening it again.

Ke Miantang's heart skipped a beat. She reached out to push him, but the force was weak. The man's shoulders were broad, and she couldn't cover them with both hands.

Rong She's response was to grasp the hand that she had pushed.

Their fingers were intertwined.

He pressed her hand against his chest, his heartbeat, steady and powerful, transmitted through his shirt, completely disproportionate to his actions.

The man seemed completely unhurried, while she was practically drowning in the tide of passion.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time it was even more vicious and unreasonable.

He took her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue probing inside, swirling and swirling around her. Ke Miantang whimpered and turned her head away, but he pinched her chin and pulled it back.

"Rongshe..." she called softly and in broken voice, her whole body trembling.

Rong She finally stopped and stepped back a little.

He looked at her face.

Her porcelain-skinned face was flushed with an unusual blush, and her bright red lips were swollen from his caresses, glistening with moisture.

A thin layer of tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't fall; they just hung there on the tips of her thick eyelashes, teetering on the verge of falling.

Respiratory disorder.

His gaze was unfocused.

Rong She's peach blossom eyes curved slightly as his fingertips brushed against her moist lower lip.

"You spoiled brat." The voice was hoarse. "You haven't done anything yet."

Ke Miantang's heart exploded like a firework in his chest.

Once she had caught her breath, Rong She straightened up, smoothed her disheveled hair with his fingers, and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheeks behind her ears.

"Go open your gift." His voice was low and husky, and he rubbed his thumb against her burning earlobe. "Don't look at me like that."

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Ke Miantang's watery eyes still held a lingering haze as she obediently nodded.