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

Rong She felt the fingers on her shoulder tighten, her eyelashes trembled, and a very soft chuckle escaped her throat. She tilted her head slightly and deepened the kiss.

The soft, moist sound that escaped from between the lips and teeth seemed to melt away with the warmth itself.

Ke Miantang's consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only the intimate feeling of their breaths mingling as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Then she felt it, and her whole body stiffened.

She knew what it was; she wasn't a child anymore.

Knowing something is one thing, but actually experiencing it firsthand is a completely different story.

She froze in his arms, barely daring to breathe, afraid that any slight movement of her body would become more pronounced.

She glanced at it quickly during the brief moment.

My heart suddenly started racing.

Rong She seemed completely unaware, his lips had already moved away from the corner of her mouth, paused for a moment when they passed her earlobe, and then landed on her neck, beginning to peck lightly and delicately.

Ke Miantang tried to push him away, placing her fingers on his shoulder and pushing him twice with pitifully weak force, which seemed more like a reluctant acceptance.

Even she herself couldn't tell whether she wanted him to stop.

I still want him to continue.

Rong She buried his face in the crook of her neck, his thin lips pressed against her throbbing pulse, and chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her skin.

He touched that skin, felt the heat surging in her veins, and suddenly said something in a low voice.

"You are my darling."

Before Ke Miantang could even process the meaning of those words, the thin strap of her swimsuit slipped off her shoulder with a gentle flick of his wrist.

A cold wind brushed against her skin, and Ke Miantang instinctively shivered, only to be met with an even hotter temperature...

Rong She lowered his eyes to look at a peach blossom, his gaze frighteningly dark.

Ke Miantang opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could utter a single syllable, he leaned down.

When a fish is pulled from the water and thrown ashore, it will initially thrash violently a few times, but once it is certain that it has no ability to resist, it will resign itself to its fate and go limp.

Then they kissed... until the very end.

Rong She looked up at her.

When he looks up at people, his eyelashes appear exceptionally long and thick. Even though he is doing this, his gaze is so pure that it is almost devout.

Ke Miantang felt weak all over from his gaze and couldn't even utter a word of refusal.

I watched him operate it.

Her lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out of her throat.

A moment later, she turned her head and bit the back of her hand, her eyes brimming with tears that were about to fall.

What did he do...?

He actually...

In the afternoon, the surface of the swimming pool was sparkling with gold.

On the rattan chair, Ke Miantang was curled up in a ball, her body flushed with a light pink blush, as if she had been pulled out of a petal bath.

Her fingers were trembling, and she was breathing heavily with exaggerated amplitude.

Rong She, however, acted as if nothing had happened and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder: "How was the service? Give me a good review."

Ke Miantang's mind was still blank.

Everything happened so fast that she didn't even have time to figure out how a young master could do such a thing before her body had already answered her.

She froze for two seconds, then her eyes widened: "You!"

Ke Miantang reached out and pinched Rong She's face, slightly deforming his aloof and noble chin. He looked at her with nothing but nonchalant laziness in his eyes.

She glared at him fiercely, her voice still soft: "Zero points! Zero points for you!"

Rong She chuckled softly.

"Saying one thing and meaning another."

He tilted his head and leaned close to her ear, his lips brushing lightly against her earlobe, his breath warm: "Little...who was it that almost...got me inside just now?"

Ke Miantang was enraged. She pounced on him and covered his mouth, her palm pressed against his lips, stammering incoherently, "You scoundrel! You're a scoundrel! What noble young master? You're a liar!"

Rong She chuckled quietly while holding her hand. After he had finished laughing, he pulled her hand down and kissed each of her fingertips one by one.

More than an hour later, the sound of running water came from the direction of the bathroom.

The mirror reflected Ke Miantang's flushed cheeks.

Rong She embraced her from behind, squeezed hand sanitizer into his hand, rubbed it to create foam, and carefully helped her wash her hands.

His eyelids were lowered, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, showing that he was in a good mood.

Ke Miantang's ears burned bright red. She tried to struggle but couldn't, and he rubbed her fingers one by one.

"That's enough." Her voice was soft and trembling.

Rong She didn't respond. He lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, his lips brushing against her flushed skin. His voice was low and deep as he whispered in her ear, "So good."

Ke Miantang trembled, turning her head to glare at him with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Her beautiful eyes, misty with tears, were both charming and fierce: "You...you're not allowed to say that!"

A faint smile appeared in Rong She's eyes, his cool and aloof expression revealing a scalding undercurrent beneath, as if a thin layer of ice had shattered.

He pulled his arms closer, holding her even tighter, and then lowered his head to kiss her lips again.

"Okay, okay, if my darling doesn't want me to praise her, then I won't."

A short while later, the tap was finally turned off.

Rong She lifted her hand, his lips landing on her wet palm.

Ke Miantang gasped; the touch was soft and hot, like a small flame burning in her palm.

He looked up at her in the mirror, his eyes bright and clear: "You're all clean."

He said it in a serious tone, but Ke Miantang's memory was filled with the scene from just now.

She never imagined that one day she would be doing that kind of thing for a man.

My face suddenly burned, even my earlobes felt hot.

She glared at him resentfully, but unfortunately, her reddened, watery eyes held little intimidation.

Rong She felt an itch in his back molars and rubbed the base of her ring finger with his fingertip.

"Oh dear." She opened her mouth to speak, but he leaned down and kissed her.

He kissed her deeply, with a predatory air, until she was breathless and weakly pushed him away.

"...Rong She!" she called out his full name breathlessly.

He wiped the water from the corner of her lips, his eyes smiling. "Yes, I'm here."