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After a while, the two of them gradually calmed down their wildly beating hearts.

Han Qingru gently pulled away from Jiang Ye's hand, lowered her head and tidied her slightly messy hair to hide her inner panic.

"Let's go, let's go buy a drink up ahead to calm our nerves." Jiang Ye's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a reassuring quality.

The two walked to a bubble tea shop on the street corner and bought two cups of hot pearl milk tea.

Instead of returning to the hotel immediately, they walked along the street for a while and sat down on a wooden bench by the roadside.

The early autumn night breeze carried a noticeable chill, rustling the leaves of the roadside trees.

But the cup of milk tea I held in my hands exuded a warm and sweet aroma that warmed my heart from my palm.

Han Qingru held the paper cup in both hands, lowered her head, bit the straw, and took a small sip.

The warm milk tea, mixed with soft and chewy tapioca pearls, slid down her throat, and she squinted her eyes contentedly.

Because she was sucking on the milk tea so hard, her cheeks were puffed up, like a little squirrel eating, looking incredibly cute.

At this moment, although the shock of almost being hit still lingered in her eyes, there was more of a sense of relief at surviving a disaster and an unprecedented sense of peace.

With this man by my side, it's as if I don't need to be afraid even if the sky falls.

Jiang Ye turned his head and quietly looked at Han Qingru sitting next to him.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights fell perfectly on her soft hair, giving her an incredibly gentle filter.

Having shed her cold business suit, Han Qingru, now dressed casually, exuded less of the aura of a high-and-mighty female CEO and more of the cuteness of a girl next door.

Neither of them spoke.

No words are needed; just quietly sip your milk tea and listen to the rustling of the sycamore leaves in the night breeze.

A surge of immense satisfaction welled up in Jiang Ye's heart.

At this moment, there are no more of the scheming and backstabbing that are common in the business world.

There were no heavy burdens from the family that weighed heavily on people.

There were no sword fights, no bloodshed.

This is the only milk tea that costs just over ten yuan, cheap yet incredibly sweet.

And then there's the woman beside him, the one who makes his heart race and whom he's willing to protect with his life.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

He felt that this was probably the most beautiful night he had ever experienced in his life.

. . . . . .

However, this peaceful and beautiful scene was bound to be shattered eventually.

After finishing their milk tea, the two walked back to their budget hotel side by side.

They said goodnight to each other and then went back to their own rooms.

With a "click," the door closed.

Jiang Ye leaned against the door and exhaled a long breath.

The night breeze outside was cool, but the small, enclosed room in the budget hotel felt unusually stuffy.

The heat and urge that had been barely suppressed by the cool breeze on the street now began to grow wildly in the quiet room, like weeds that had encountered spring rain!

Jiang Ye tugged at his collar, walked to the bedside and sat down, his mind a complete mess.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Han Qingru leaning against him would uncontrollably appear in his mind.

The soft touch, the faint scent of shampoo, and her watery eyes, filled with a hint of panic and shyness, when she looked up.

Damn!

Jiang Ye cursed himself under his breath, then suddenly stood up, went to the bathroom, and splashed his face with cold water.

However, the cold water droplets did not extinguish the fire in his heart; instead, they made his thoughts drift even further away.

Images of typhoon nights on the island kept flashing through his mind.

That night, a violent storm raged, and the entire island was without water and electricity, as if the end of the world had come.

Outside, a devastating typhoon raged, while inside, only a single candle flickered.

Han Qingru was soaked to the bone, her thin clothes clinging tightly to her body, outlining her breathtakingly perfect curves.

She was shivering with cold and huddled in his arms like a frightened kitten for warmth.

The burning heat of skin against skin, the thrill of embracing each other in dire straits, replayed frame by frame in Jiang Ye's mind like a movie.

Jiang Ye felt his breathing become heavy, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

He scratched his head in frustration and paced back and forth in the room, trying to banish these erotic images from his mind.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a soft knock on the door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

Jiang Ye froze, his heart skipping a beat.

Who could it be so late?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated emotions, walked to the door, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and pulled the door open.

When Jiang Ye saw who was standing outside the door, he froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place, unable to move at all.

Standing outside the door was Han Qingru.

She had obviously just finished showering.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the ends still slightly damp.

She changed into a silk loungewear nightgown, with a thin knitted cardigan draped over it.

The neckline of the nightgown was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and exquisite collarbones.

Because she had just taken a hot shower, her beautiful face had an alluring blush, like a ripe peach, making it impossible to look away.

At that moment, she was incredibly beautiful and charming, and a pleasant fragrance wafted towards you.

It was a faint scent of rose shower gel, mixed with her unique, warm body fragrance, like an invisible hook that silently slipped through the crack in the door and into Jiang Ye's nostrils, rushing straight to the top of his head.

This relaxed and unguarded demeanor at home, devoid of any aloofness typical of female CEOs, had a tremendous visual and psychological impact on Jiang Ye.

He felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his already restless blood surged wildly through his body like boiling water.

Han Qingru did not notice the strange look in Jiang Ye's eyes.

She held a white phone charging cable in her hand, and shyly brushed a few strands of half-dry hair behind her ear, her movements natural yet carrying a touch of girlish charm.

"Um... Jiang Ye, did I disturb your rest?"

"My phone is almost out of battery, and the charger seems to be broken. I was wondering if you have a spare charger that I can borrow."

She paused, then looked up at Jiang Ye with her big, watery eyes and gently added, "By the way, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning? The steamed bun shop on the corner looks pretty good; I'll get up early tomorrow and go buy some."

Han Qingru just came over to ask him what he wanted for breakfast tomorrow morning, and also to borrow a charger.

But Jiang Ye's gaze was like a lump of iron drawn to a magnet, stuck to her body, and he couldn't look away even a little.

Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful face so close to him, and smelling the alluring fragrance that kept wafting into his nose, Jiang Ye's breathing became increasingly heavy.

Jiang Ye's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

For the first time, he felt so strongly that the woman in front of him was not just the older sister who had protected him and sheltered him from the wind and rain since he was a child.

She was also a mature woman who exuded a fatal attraction and captivated him.

At this moment, the last thread of reason in Jiang Ye's mind finally snapped.

He cast aside all worldly opinions, family pressure, and the bond between godchildren. At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind: to hold tightly the woman who haunted his dreams.