Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 107 The Scent of a Girlfriend
While Wen Jinnian was in a daze, Chi Yige cleverly pulled her onto his lap.

The two were facing each other in an ambiguous posture, with her legs sitting on his lap.

She hurriedly looked down at her skirt: "Don't do anything reckless, we're in the car."

Li Mingyi raised the rear seat lift immediately.

Do you think we're not close enough as we are now?

A blatant threat swept past my ears.

Wen Jinnian looked up and saw a person half-hidden in the darkness, whose peach blossom eyes were shining brightly and staring intently at her.

She hummed in response, then took the initiative, lifting the man's chin and deliberately looking him up and down: "Even in this dark carriage, this face is still eye-catching; he's got a lot of unwanted suitors."

After speaking, she blinked slightly at the corner of her eye.

Chi Yige chuckled: "So you're starting to do the math, just like me."

"Who is it that calls me 'Brother Chi' so affectionately?" Wen Jinian deliberately dragged out the sound of "brother".

His eyes deepened, and he leaned forward, lowering his head to sniff her neck. "Hmm, Wen, why do you smell like that..."

Wen Jinian was taken aback. She had only drunk some cocktails today and hadn't sweated at all.

She had just frowned when she heard the man's deep voice, tinged with amusement, say, "Girlfriend vibe."

Chi Yige lifted his eyelids slightly, revealing a slight upturn at the corner of his eye.

“Dr. Chi has too many romantic entanglements.” Wen Jinnian paused. “Since they haven’t been handled well, we can only add the word ‘previous’ to it.”

"Ex-girlfriend?" A turbulent undercurrent surged in Chi Yige's peach blossom eyes.

Wen Jinian felt a sense of oppression in the air.

"So now you... admit that she's mine..." The words "girlfriend" hadn't even finished.

Wen Jinian suddenly leaned forward, her lips, still sweet from the cocktail, pressed against his.

His body tensed up suddenly, and the moment his fingertips dug into his palm, he caught a faint whiff of citrus scent from her hair.

His eyelashes, so close to hers, cast butterfly-like shadows beneath her eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and the hand gripping the back of her neck suddenly tightened.

His passive posture was suddenly reversed, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin on the back of her neck, and his tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth mixed with cocktail.

It's so sweet, he thought.

But my heart was pounding violently in my chest, like countless tiny specks of light exploding.

Her fingertips gripped the hem of his shirt, and as their breaths mingled, the sweetness of the cocktail seeped into their very bones, making even their fingertips burn.

It wasn't until she took a slight step back, breathing softly, that he realized he was unusually excited.

The neon lights outside the car window shattered into spots of light, creeping into the cramped carriage through the window cracks, casting the intertwined shadows of the two people in a flickering light.

The air was a mixture of the air conditioner's chill and our breaths, so much so that even our heartbeats seemed to be intertwined.

Wen Jinnian sensed something was wrong with the person beneath her, and her body suddenly trembled.

The man cursed under his breath, his nose brushing against the red mole behind her ear, followed by light kisses that traveled down her jawline.

Little by little.

"No..." Her soft breath had barely escaped when he gently rubbed her collarbone into his mouth.

He pressed his palm against her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Neon lights brushed past his half-lowered eyelashes, and the dark undercurrents surging in his eyes were darker than the night itself.

Wen Jinian tilted her head back slightly, her kisses falling with an aggressive heat that made the air in the car scorching hot.

When Li Mingyi parked his car in a parking space in the hillside.

He pursed his lips, and with his keen perception, quietly opened the car door and got out.

The car was dimly lit with warm light. The man's shirt was crumpled and piled in the corner of the leather seat. The woman's long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her white skirt draped over her waist, making her waist look so slender that it seemed it could be encircled by a palm.

Chi Yige's Adam's apple bobbed, his fingertips pinching the soft flesh of her waist, staring at her pinkish skin, his voice hoarse as if wrapped in sandpaper: "Niannian..." In the instant of their honest confrontation, Wen Jinnian felt she wanted to run away, but this innate sense of shame was quickly covered up by another action of his.

He took her hand and guided her down his abdomen.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but the sensation became clearer in the darkness. Her body trembled the moment her palm touched her.

I feel like my whole body is about to burst into flames.

His eyes darkened, and he captured her lips, sucking hard until she could hardly breathe. He then whispered a soothing voice to her.

The fragrance of her hair wafted into his nose, and the man let out a muffled groan as his Adam's apple bobbed. The hand on her waist tightened suddenly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged like withered vines, like a lion poised to pounce.

She finally couldn't resist any longer and leaned on his shoulder, begging for mercy. The woman was slightly out of breath, her warm and soft body in his arms, and he could no longer suppress his emotions.

His deep, husky voice whispered seductively to the woman in his arms, "In the car, or upstairs..."

Wen Jinnian's remaining rationality told her that he had once again conquered and plundered her territory, ultimately leading to her defeat and loss of land.

He just pitifully shook his head and refused.

“Let me serve you…” His voice was as low as honey, and as the last syllable brushed against her earlobe, his fingertips hooked onto the belt buckle. With a soft click of the metal buckle, his black trench coat enveloped her bare skin.

The car door was pushed open smoothly, and as the night wind rushed in, he had already picked her up in his arms.

The elevator was dimly lit, and his kisses were urgent and hot. Wen Jinnian felt like she was going crazy.

In a daze, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body responding before her mind could process it. As he cradled her knees in his palms, she unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

"Wen Jinnian." He pressed his forehead against hers, panting, the hem of his trench coat brushing against the elevator buttons. "Don't cry out in pain later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the person in his arms groaned and snuggled into his shoulder, their fingertips gripping his shirt tightly.

Wen Jinian curled up on the edge of the bed watching him make a phone call, expecting a storm to break out.

"Send me a late-night snack, with extra cheese in the pasta."

Her nose suddenly stung with tears; this person remembered that she had only eaten two bites of salad for dinner.

"Eat your fill first." Chi Yige turned around, three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing faint red marks on his collarbone. His fingertips brushed against her burning earlobe. "Only with strength can you..."

Before he could finish speaking, she kicked him, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her into his arms. Staring at her taut leg, his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly. "Wen, is this a blatant invitation?"

She hurriedly burrowed under the covers, her muffled, nasal voice filled with annoyance: "You're being a pervert!"

A low chuckle came from above.

After half a bowl of noodles, she was coaxed into leaning against him.

The night wind outside the window lifted the curtains, and the man cupped the back of her neck in his palm, chuckling as she gasped for breath: "You're full, time to get down to business."

The indulgence hidden in his eyes was deeper than the darkness of night.

As he leaned closer, she instinctively tensed up, only to see him hook open the bedside table drawer with his fingertips, pull out a document, and say, "Sign it."

The words "Agreement" on the snow-white paper made her dizzy. When she scrolled down to the "No breaking up allowed" clause, she looked up sharply: "This is an unfair contract!"

He chuckled softly, "If you insist on calling it a tyrant... how about adding 'go get the marriage certificate,' classmate Wen?"

She was speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, he raised his face with a mischievous grin: "What if you don't sign?"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already pressed down on her, his nose brushing against her burning earlobe, his teeth gently biting her earlobe, creating a ticklish sensation: "How about I make sure you can't get out of bed tonight?"

"I have to go to work tomorrow!" she said anxiously, reaching out to press against his chest, her palm touching his rapidly beating heart.

He stared at her trembling fingertips, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips, pressing his palm against her lower back and pulling her closer to his chest: "Try to restrain yourself."

The document slipped to the side of the bed.

Alone.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating two figures entwined in an embrace. Amidst the flickering light, the woman's soft moans of protest could be heard, accompanied by the man's tender, low coaxing. The entire room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)