Marriage is long and desires are strong

A rage mixed with a destructive urge was boiling and burning in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the desire.

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with barely suppressed urges: "Let me hug you."

He didn't wait for Jiang Wei to reply.

He suddenly pulled Jiang Wei into his arms.

Jiang Wei's nostrils were instantly filled with his scent, a mixture of hormones and the smell of gunpowder, as if something was burning.

The scent permeated her, creeping over her skin.

Qin Xiaoye's breath came in and out of her ear, the hot air rushing into her eardrums and burning hot inside.

Jiang Wei's face was pressed into the crook of his neck, against his skin.

Qin Xiaoye exerted tremendous force, as if he wanted to tear Jiang Wei to pieces. Every inch of his blood merged with Jiang Wei's, making her gasp for breath.

With Qin Xiaoye's enormous height difference pressing down on her, Jiang Wei appeared extremely petite, tightly held and squeezed by him, unable to move an inch.

His dark blue suit enveloped Jiang Wei's fair figure like the deep sea, the contrast between the dark blue and the milky white creating a striking visual impact.

Jiang Wei felt as if Qin Xiaoye was going to tear her apart and devour her with this hug.

But she dared not move.

She looked at the information and realized that Qin Xiaoye was in a high danger level. He had been using a method of suppression and self-control to manage himself, but this method, which relied purely on willpower, was extremely dangerous and would eventually erupt at a certain critical point.

Once it breaks out...

Jiang Wei's heart pounded. If she exploded, Qin Xiaoye would... tear her to pieces...

A fierce and dangerous aura emanated from Qin Xiaoye.

Qin Xiaoye pressed down on Jiang Wei's waist and pressed her forcefully against himself. As he pressed harder, Jiang Wei's breathing became weaker and weaker, and she could only push him away slightly.

Qin Xiaoye sensed her intention to escape, grabbed her suddenly, and lifted her up like a small animal.

Jiang Wei let out a soft gasp and whispered in Qin Xiaoye's ear, "Qin Xiaoye, don't..."

Qin Xiaoye paused slightly upon hearing her voice, struggling to control himself, and replied in a low, hoarse voice, "Mm."

His breathing grew louder and heavier.

Qin Xiaoye's gaze fell on the small patch of soft flesh on Jiang Wei's neck, her skin fair and supple.

He swallowed hard.

His lips unconsciously moved closer and closer to her neck, pressing her against his shoulder.

His lips pressed passionately against the soft, white flesh of Jiang Wei's neck, fierce and unrestrained.

Qin Xiaoye's lips were extremely hot, almost burning hot. He pressed them against Jiang Wei's cool skin, and in an instant, he felt Jiang Wei's sweet breath mixed with a slight coolness spread down from his lips.

He was trembling all over.

But my breathing is getting hotter and hotter.

His voice was low and husky as he breathed warm air on Jiang Wei's neck, asking, "May I take a bite?"

His hand, which was gripping Jiang Wei's, was already trembling slightly. He held on to her like a branding iron, and the warmth of his palm on her waist was constant.

Jiang Wei's body grew colder and colder, clashing with the heat emanating from Qin Xiaoye, creating an even more alternating cycle of hot and cold.

Jiang Wei was breathing rapidly, her face was deathly pale, and she was biting her lip.

The sentry was extremely interested in the glands at the back of the guide's neck. Unable to suppress his interest, he would constantly want to bite them, sending his scent into the guide's bloodstream—it was a primal instinct.

Judging from Qin Xiaoye's current situation, if he doesn't give in, he might collapse. Once he collapses, I will be... I don't know what he will do to me... tear me apart or rape me?

Jiang Wei trembled slightly. No matter what, she had to agree; it was the safest course of action, and she couldn't afford to anger him.

Jiang Wei whispered, "Okay... be gentle."

Qin Xiaoye had been trying hard to control himself, but when he heard Jiang Wei's soft "okay," that one word was like a switch, making his blood boil.

His hot breath hit Jiang Wei's cool nape, making her feel weak.

Jiang Wei felt a throbbing, surging danger at the back of her neck.

Her breathing slowed down.

She grabbed the hem of Qin Xiaoye's suit jacket, her palms damp.

I was both nervous and scared.

Qin Xiaoye's lips moved closer, slowly revealing his teeth.

He slowly bit down on the back of Jiang Wei's neck with his teeth.

Jiang Wei paused, a sharp pain shooting through the back of her neck.

She unconsciously wanted to struggle.

He was held tightly by Qin Xiaoye's arm and couldn't move.

Driven by his wild instincts and unable to control himself, Qin Xiaoye bit his teeth until they bled.

But Jiang Wei knew she couldn't resist; the more she resisted, the more it would fuel Qin Xiaoye's rampant desires.

Following the wound on the back of his neck, Qin Xiaoye instinctively channeled his own energy into Jiang Wei's bloodstream, wave after wave.

In that instant, Jiang Wei felt a tingling, soothing sensation, followed by a wave of dizziness, and the pain in the wound on the back of her neck turned into a cool sensation.

Qin Xiaoye slowly sucked the blood from the back of Jiang Wei's neck into his mouth, the metallic taste of blood spreading and transforming into the sweet scent emanating from Jiang Wei.

It also gradually soothed his restlessness.

Qin Xiaoye slowly closed his eyes, trying to suppress the rampant emotions within him.

He abruptly released Jiang Wei, letting out a sigh of relief as the irritation dissipated with each breath.

He swallowed hard, mixing Jiang Wei's blood with his own saliva, and the sweet taste went down his throat.

Qin Xiaoye suddenly lowered his eyes, forcefully released Jiang Wei, and said in a cold voice, "Today is not a good day."

He lost control.

He is now increasingly on the verge of collapse and in greater and greater danger.

He didn't even know when he would suddenly become violent and savage, losing control over Jiang Wei.

That does not work.

He suppressed his emotions and used immense willpower to release Jiang Wei, coldly pushing her aside, his expression turning indifferent.

His face, which had just been filled with desire and loss of control, was now as cold as if covered with a thin layer of ice: "Sorry, I'm leaving."

Qin Xiaoye was wearing a dark blue suit. The crystal chandelier in the bedroom shone on his handsome face, making the warm tone turn cold and indifferent. He lifted his foot and walked towards the bedroom door, making a "tap tap" sound.

Jiang Wei was pushed onto the sofa by him, her neck still throbbing with pain. She bit her lower lip hard, reached out, and grabbed Qin Xiaoye's sleeve, whispering:

"Don't go, Qin Xiaoye."

"Today is fine. I think..."