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Time passed by, second by second.

The villa fell silent.

Xia Yu seemed to be really busy working in her room and didn't come out.

It wasn't until after 11 p.m.

Television programs have long since become boring midnight shows.

Jiang Ye yawned, turned off the TV, stood up and stretched.

He glanced up at the closed master bedroom door on the second floor, and the restlessness that had been suppressed all day began to grow wildly like weeds again in the stillness of the night.

"This woman really treats me like I don't exist?"

Jiang Ye muttered something to himself, then tiptoed up the stairs to the second floor.

Upon arriving at the master bedroom door, Jiang Ye reached out and turned the doorknob.

With a soft click, the door lock opened.

Jiang Ye pushed open the door and slipped inside silently.

The main lights in the room were off; only a dim, yellow lamp remained on the bedside table, casting an ambiguous and soft glow.

Jiang Ye tiptoed to the bedside and looked down.

Xia Yu had already fallen asleep.

She was clearly exhausted from her work; she hadn't even changed out of her pajamas and was only wearing a thin silk slip dress.

At this moment, Xia Yu was completely devoid of the aloofness and sharpness she displayed as an ice queen during the day.

She lay on her side, one of her long, slender, white legs straddling the silk quilt, the quilt tucked between her legs, perfectly outlining the stunning curves of her hips.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

Her breathing was even and long, a few strands of hair fell across her cheeks, and her sleeping posture was charming and adorable.

Looking at this visually striking image, Jiang Ye felt a surge of heat rush to his head and his throat go dry.

"It's the middle of the night, and they don't even call me when they're sleeping. Isn't that a waste?"

Jiang Ye silently grumbled to himself.

Without hesitation, he took off his pajamas, leaving only his underwear, then lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped into bed like an eel.

The bed was warm and cozy, filled with Xia Yu's pleasant rose scent.

As soon as Jiang Ye lay down, Xia Yu seemed to sense the presence of a heat source beside her. In her sleep, she instinctively turned over and wrapped herself around Jiang Ye like an octopus, using both her arms and legs to make him look like a giant human-shaped pillow.

The amazing softness and smoothness of the touch instantly pressed against him, and Jiang Ye gasped, feeling as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place.

Jiang Ye's lips curled into a wicked smile. He stretched out his strong arms and pulled Xia Yu's soft body tightly into his embrace, then lowered his head and kissed her fair neck.

This finally woke Xia Yu up.

She groggily opened her eyes and, in the dim light of the bedside lamp, was shocked to see a man's face so close to hers, and she was holding him tightly!

"ah!!!"

Xia Yu screamed in fright, her mind instantly clearing. When she realized that the man in front of her was Jiang Ye, her initial fear instantly turned into overwhelming rage.

"Jiang Ye! You bastard! What are you doing?!"

Xia Yu cursed angrily, then suddenly pulled back, raised her long, straight leg, and kicked Jiang Ye in the stomach without any mercy.

That kick was quite powerful; if it were an ordinary person, they would have been kicked off the bed.

Jiang Ye reacted extremely quickly. Instead of dodging, he reached out and precisely grabbed Xia Yu's slender ankle in mid-air.

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"Are you trying to murder your husband?" Jiang Ye gripped her ankle, not letting go, but instead pulling her into his arms.

"Let me go! You pervert! Get out!" Xia Yu struggled desperately, kicking wildly with her other leg.

"It's the middle of the night, and you didn't even wake me up. You're taking up this big bed all by yourself, and you still have the nerve to complain?"

Jiang Ye's mischievous side was aroused when he saw Xia Yu's wild and unrestrained appearance, which was also revealed by her thin nightgown.

Instead of letting go, he reached out with his other hand and started tickling Xia Yu's fair soles.

"Ah...haha...what are you doing...let go!"

Xia Yu has always been extremely ticklish, especially the soles of her feet, which are her most sensitive spot. Jiang Ye's tickling turned her angry curses into uncontrollable giggles and panting.

"Jiang Ye...you bastard...stop right now!"

Xia Yu writhed on the bed like a fish out of water, desperately trying to pull her feet back.

But Jiang Ye wasn't about to let her go. He simply flipped over and pinned her down, pinning her kicking legs down with his own. He then used his hands to reach up and continue his assault on Xia Yu's slender waist and ribs.

"You kicked me, did you know you were wrong?" Jiang Ye said, scratching himself while looking down at her with a smug grin on his face.

"I admitted I was wrong, okay... Get off me now... Haha..."

Xia Yu was tickled until her whole body went limp, and she didn't even have the strength to resist. She could only laugh and beg for mercy, her cheeks as red as ripe apples. She looked extremely charming.

Jiang Ye looked at the female CEO beneath him, who was usually aloof and cold, but was now laughing hysterically and disheveled. His desire to conquer her was greatly satisfied.

She finally gave in!

He stopped what he was doing, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Yu's red lips so close to his own, his breathing becoming heavy, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

However, just as Jiang Ye relaxed his guard, Xia Yu suddenly found a surge of strength from nowhere, raised her upper body, and bit Jiang Ye's shoulder hard!

"hiss--!"

Jiang Ye gasped, wincing in pain, and abruptly released Xia Yu.

He stepped back a little, clutching his shoulder, and looked down to see a row of neat teeth marks on his shoulder, with even a trace of blood seeping out.

"Damn it! Are you a dog? How could you bite so hard!" Jiang Ye rubbed his shoulder and glared at her angrily.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xia Yu pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped herself up tightly, leaving only her head exposed. She was panting heavily, her hair disheveled, staring intently at Jiang Ye like a little female leopard that had been provoked.

"Serves you right!"

Xia Yu gritted her teeth and warned, "Jiang Ye, I'm warning you! If you dare touch me again, if you dare mess with me again, I'll bite you! I'll bite you to death!"

Seeing Xia Yu's fierce yet cowardly and sullen appearance, Jiang Ye was not angry at all; instead, he suddenly laughed.

He stroked his chin, a lewd and mocking glint in his eyes.

"OK."

Jiang Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at her with a half-smile: "Keep biting me? I'd love to."

Xia Yu was taken aback, her face full of wariness and confusion: "?"

Does this man have masochistic tendencies? He can still laugh even after being bitten and bleeding.

Jiang Ye's mischievous smile deepened as he looked at her bewildered expression. He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely suggestive tone:

"Mr. Xia, could you break down the word 'bite' into its two parts?"

"Break it down into two characters?" Xia Yu frowned, subconsciously breaking down the character "咬" in her mind.

The moment those two words formed a single phrase in Xia Yu's mind, her brain went "boom," as if a bomb had exploded.

Her cheeks, already flushed from the playful fight, turned an even brighter red, almost as if they were about to bleed, and even her fair neck was tinged with pink.

"Jiang Ye!!! You filthy scoundrel! Shameless! Vulgar!"