The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

The car slowly drove into the underground parking garage.

As the car door opened, Shen Ci took a deep breath. The moment the stiletto heels of her high heels touched the ground, her knees buckled without warning.

It felt as if someone had silently removed my bones; my entire leg was trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Duo's arm was already there, steadily supporting her.

His palm pressed against her lower back, and through the thin fabric of her dress, it felt incredibly hot.

"...Can you stand up?"

His voice came down from above, so low and hoarse it was almost unbelievable.

Shen Ci did not respond.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Duo did not mention Xie Shuheng's name again, but his thin lips were not idle—conquering and crushing, crushing every inch, his former gentlemanly and reserved demeanor completely gone.

All that remains is the most primal, almost brutal, possessiveness.

She usually wears sneakers, but today she wore these stilettos to match her dress.

I used to be able to walk fine, but now my legs feel so weak. I just tried to take a step forward and my whole body started trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Duo's eyes darkened, and with a sudden burst of strength, he scooped her up in his arms.

Shen Ci instinctively struggled for a moment.

But with this movement, the dress that was already in a precarious state could no longer be covered up.

With a soft "ripping" sound, the silk dress tore further down from the rip at the neckline.

That tear was made by Jiang Duo himself when he lost control of the car earlier.

The expensive haute couture garment clung precariously to her body, swaying precariously with her every movement.

Hearing the tearing sound, Shen Ci's face burned, and she dared not move again. She could only bury her face in Jiang Duo's neck and press her whole body tightly against him.

The areas where their skin touched were covered in sweat, making it impossible to tell whose sweat it was.

Jiang Duo carried her and strode toward the elevator, their footsteps echoing in the underground parking garage.

Shen Ci was held in his arms, swaying gently with each step he took. With each sway, she clung even tighter to his shoulders.

She was so afraid of being exposed that she gripped the back of his shirt collar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Perhaps she was too close.

She could clearly hear the sound of Jiang Duo's Adam's apple bobbing, one after another, dry and restrained.

His breathing grew heavier beside her ear, and the warm air brushed against her burning ear tips.

His hands, which were holding her, were so tight that his knuckles were white, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Jiang Duo's pace quickened.

We finally arrived at the door.

Once inside, Jiang Duo supported her knees with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached down, pinched the heel of her stiletto heel, and with a little force, took the shoe off and casually threw it on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he also lifted his foot, the heel of his leather shoe scraping against the floor tiles in the entryway before being kicked into the corner.

He carried her straight through the entrance hall.

The room where Shen Ci had stayed was at the end of the corridor. The door was ajar. Jiang Duo used his shoulder to push the door open and carried her inside.

With a "click," the door was slammed shut behind them.

Jiang Duo placed her on the ground, making sure she was facing him.

The bumpy ride made Shen Ci unsteady on her feet, and she could only subconsciously clutch the front of his shirt.

Just then, the already fragile piece of fabric on the chest of the dress flipped completely to one side along the tear.

One side is intact in sight.

The smoky gray velvet still draped gracefully over her shoulders, its delicate folds and soft sheen maintaining the final dignity of the haute couture gown.

One side exposed—

The skin below the laceration was completely exposed to the dim light; it was fair and delicate, with a faint blush from the heat and friction along the way, rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing.

Like the curtains inside the room, it was partially obscured.

Jiang Duo's gaze darkened.

The hand that was pressing against her waist suddenly tightened, and the veins on the arm were faintly visible in the dim light.

The last vestige of restraint in his eyes shattered completely, igniting a dark, primal desire.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the distant traffic outside the window.

He looked down at her, his hand, burning hot, slowly raised and gently covered the intact edge of her dress.

When the palm touched her, Shen Ci's breath hitched.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, yet at this moment they slid down the velvet fabric with an almost reverent slowness.

The movement was so light, almost to the point of torture, that Shen Ci could clearly feel every subtle undulation of his fingertips.

Finally, his fingertips stopped at the edge of the crack, paused for a moment, and then casually reached forward, his fingertips brushing against the unsuspecting skin, arousing an uncontrollable shiver in her.

"Youyou," his low, husky voice rang out in the quiet room, carrying a hint of barely perceptible restraint and danger.

"Do you know how attractive you look right now?"

Before he finished speaking, he tightened his fingers slightly.

The fair and soft area immediately sank in, and a faint red mark appeared, strikingly bright in the dim light.

The force wasn't strong, but it was a mixture of pain and itchiness.

Shen Ci couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Well……"

She immediately bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her lips, abruptly cutting off the sound.

But her body had completely betrayed her; her legs were so weak she could barely stand, and she was only able to stay upright because of the hand he was holding behind her waist.

Her senses seemed to be completely out of her control.

Jiang Duo watched as she closed her eyes, trembling. Her long eyelashes cast a trembling shadow beneath her eyes, and her lips were bitten until they were a deep, luscious red.

His gaze grew increasingly intense, as if something had burned through his eyes completely.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her cheek, his warm breath caressing her sensitive earlobe, tinged with a low, husky coaxing—

"Youyou, you don't have to hold it in..."

His lips almost touched the tip of her ear, and the pretense of restraint in his voice finally cracked, revealing a burning, almost greedy desire within.

"That sound is really beautiful."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily, and whispered each word, crushing the last vestiges of his reason in her ear:

"I like listening to..."

Shen Ci's eyelashes trembled even more violently.

She loosened her bitten lips a little, but before she could even inhale, Jiang Duo's lips pressed down on hers.

During the kiss, his tongue darted out and gently licked the shallow mark left by her teeth. The tingling sensation made her waist go weak, and she almost cried out in surprise.

Jiang Duo suddenly lifted her hand from behind her waist, forcing her to stand on tiptoe and press herself completely into his arms.

The torn fabric on his chest had completely lost its purpose of covering up, and his soft skin pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

The scalding heat penetrated through the thin fabric, causing her to tilt her head back, and a soft sob finally escaped from her throat.

"what……"

Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a coquettishness she herself was unaware of.

Jiang Duo paused for a moment.

I just felt that this kind of leisurely pace was really deadly.