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"Hmm!"

Xia Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.

Her instinctive reaction was extremely intense; she clenched her fists and pounded hard on Jiang Ye's solid chest, trying to push him away.

"Let go... um..."

However, Jiang Ye's arms were like cast iron, holding her tightly in his embrace, giving her no chance to escape. His kiss was domineering and passionate, with an irresistible aggressiveness, prying open her teeth and penetrating her deeply.

Gradually, Xia Yu's fists, which were pounding on Jiang Ye's chest, lost their strength.

That familiar yet deadly masculine scent instantly awakened memories deep within her body.

Her initially stiff body began to soften, and her hands involuntarily climbed onto Jiang Ye's neck. What started as resistance transformed into a passionate and ardent response.

The two embraced passionately in the cold winter wind on this deserted street corner.

Jiang Ye felt a "boom" in his mind.

It was just a passionate kiss, but it felt to him like the sky was falling and a storm was raging!

Xia Yu's astonishingly soft and awkward yet passionate response was like a fire, instantly igniting the pent-up desire he had suppressed all day. He felt like his body was about to explode.

That intense, almost unmistakable physiological reaction was clearly transmitted to Xia Yu in his arms through the thin fabric.

Xia Yu clearly sensed the changes in Jiang Ye's body.

She suddenly snapped out of it, pushed Jiang Ye away, and gasped for breath.

Under the dim streetlights, Jiang Ye could clearly see that Xia Yu's usually cool and aloof face was now flushed red, almost as if it were about to bleed, and even her eyes had become somewhat hazy and watery.

Jiang Ye looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Walk."

Jiang Ye grabbed Xia Yu's hand, staring intently at her, his tone domineering and leaving no room for refusal: "Go to Donghu Apartment."

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment.

She should have been angry, she should have called him a scoundrel.

However, looking into Jiang Ye's longing eyes, Xia Yu couldn't bring herself to be angry.

She bit her rosy lips and glared fiercely at Jiang Ye.

Then, a barely perceptible smile suddenly appeared on that icy face.

"If you dare to stand me up like you did yesterday, I'll kill you," Xia Yu said softly.

Jiang Ye was overjoyed, his blood was boiling.

He scooped Xia Yu up in his arms and strode toward the motorcycle parked by the roadside.

"Don't worry, tonight, even the King of Heaven himself couldn't take me away!"

Jiang Ye carried Xia Yu and strode over to the black and gray BMW GS motorcycle. Only then did he reluctantly put the soft and gentle woman in his arms down.

He reached out and patted the motorcycle's large fuel tank, raised an eyebrow, and said with a hint of masculine swagger and pride, "How about it, Mr. Xia? Show me my new ride. This is a top-of-the-line BMW GS. I'll take you for a spin later and show you what true low-altitude flight feels like."

As he spoke, Jiang Ye prepared to take the helmet hanging on the handlebars and hand it to Xia Yu.

However, Xia Yu stood still and didn't move.

Her eyes, which had been slightly dazed from the passionate kiss, had now cleared.

She frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Ye's face, which still reeked of alcohol, before giving him a cold glare.

"Are you crazy?"

"You just drank a whole glass of craft beer at the bar, and you reek of alcohol. You still dare to ride a motorcycle? You're not afraid of death, but I am!"

"Oh, it's just a beer. Don't you know my alcohol tolerance? It's like drinking water to me."

Jiang Ye waved his hand dismissively, trying to brush it off: "Besides, it's the middle of the night, there's not a soul on the road, the traffic police have all gone home. It's only a ten-minute walk from here to Donghu Apartment, not far, I'll make sure you get home safely."

"No!"

Xia Yu's attitude was extremely firm, leaving no room for negotiation. She stepped forward, reached out and pulled the motorcycle key from the ignition, clutching it tightly in her hand.

"Jiang Ye, I'm warning you, drunk driving is a bottom line, there are no excuses. If you dare ride this bike, I'm turning around and leaving right now. You can go back to your Donghu apartment and sleep on the sofa tonight!"

Seeing Xia Yu's unyielding and domineering demeanor, Jiang Ye immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

He knew that once this woman got stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull her back.

Moreover, tonight holds the promising prospect of "six times in one night," and he doesn't want to let a motorcycle cause this cooked duck to fly away.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. President Xia has spoken, how could I dare disobey?"

Jiang Ye sighed helplessly and said, "Then we'll just have to leave the bike here for now. I'll take a taxi back tomorrow. Since you won't let me ride it, how are we going to get there? By taxi?"

"Get in my car."

Seeing that Jiang Ye had given in, Xia Yu's expression softened somewhat. She casually stuffed the motorcycle keys into Jiang Ye's coat pocket, then turned and walked towards an open-air parking lot next to the bar.

Jiang Ye quickly followed after him.

He secretly pondered that Xia Yu usually drove that million-dollar red Audi Q7 to the company, and since she was working overtime tonight, she was probably driving that car too.

The two walked into the parking lot one after the other.

Xia Yu stopped in front of a row of parking spaces, took out her car keys from her bag, and pressed the unlock button.

"Beep beep beep".

With two crisp unlocking sounds, the car lights flashed once.

Jiang Ye looked in the direction of the light and was immediately stunned.

Stopped in front of them was not the imposing red Audi Q7, but a domestically produced three-box sedan, also red, but with an extremely outdated design.

Although Jiang Ye wasn't particularly knowledgeable about cars, he could tell at a glance that this car was at least seven or eight years old. Although the red paint on the body was washed clean, it still couldn't hide the dull marks left by time, and the car logo on the front was that of an ordinary domestic brand that could be bought for a few hundred thousand yuan.

This car stood out awkwardly among the surrounding luxury cars, even looking somewhat shabby.

"Get in the car, what are you standing there for?" Xia Yu opened the driver's side door and turned to look at Jiang Ye, who was still in a daze, urging him.

Jiang Ye walked to the passenger door with a puzzled look on his face, opened the door, and got in.

The interior of the car is also full of a sense of the past, with no large central control screen, no leather seats, only the most ordinary fabric seats and old-fashioned mechanical dials.

However, the car was spotless.

"No, Mr. Xia..."

As Jiang Ye fastened his seatbelt, he couldn't help but turn to look at Xia Yu, who was starting the car, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why aren't you driving your million-dollar luxury car? What are you doing driving this beat-up car in the middle of the night? This car... it's probably not even worth as much as the bag on your wrist, is it?"

Upon hearing the words "damaged car," Xia Yu's hand gripping the steering wheel visibly stiffened.

She didn't turn to look at Jiang Ye, but skillfully pressed the clutch, shifted into first gear, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "A car is just a means of transportation; as long as it can run, that's enough. Why are you asking so many questions? Just sit down when I tell you to, and don't ask so many questions."

After saying that, Xia Yu released the handbrake, stepped on the gas, and the old red domestic car emitted a slightly muffled engine roar as it slowly drove out of the parking lot and headed towards Donghu Apartment.