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The kiss deepened, becoming undeniably aggressive, prying open her tightly clenched teeth.

Ye Heng could clearly sense every change in the mature body in his arms.

The initial stiffness and resistance lasted only a few seconds. Under his forceful plunder, the resistance melted away quickly, like ice and snow under the sun.

The hand pressed against his chest gradually loosened its grip, turning from resistance into an unconscious tug at the fabric of his shirt.

Her breathing became rapid and disordered, her warm breath brushing against Ye Heng's cheek.

Qiao Wei's body gradually softened, and she nestled into his arms.

At one point, Ye Heng even felt her tongue awkwardly and tentatively respond. Although it was very slight, the initiative in it made Ye Heng feel a sense of amusement.

It seems that this arrogant Minister Qiao is not entirely an ice-cold fortress.

As Ye Heng continued the increasingly warm and wet kiss, he used his arms to easily lift her up in his arms.

Qiao Wei let out a short gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, then she tried to pull away as if burned, but in the end she just left them hanging there loosely.

He carried her and walked a few steps to the leather sofa on the side of the office. He sat down first and then placed Qiao Wei on his lap.

This position meant she was practically half-lying in his arms, with her open shirt revealing her entire body.

Qiao Wei clearly realized this, her cheeks instantly burning red. She struggled to get up, but Ye Heng held her firmly in place.

"Don't move."

Qiao Wei indeed stopped moving, or rather, she lost the strength to resist.

She buried her burning face in the crook of his neck, as if that would allow her to escape the humiliating gaze and situation.

Ye Heng's palm caressed her smooth back, his fingertips slowly sliding down the indentation of her spine.

Qiao Wei shuddered again, but the arms around his neck tightened even more, and her lips unconsciously brushed against the skin on the side of his neck, leaving a warm, wet touch.

……

The office was dimly lit, carrying the drowsy feeling of the afternoon.

Qiao Wei was facing away from the sofa, tidying up her light gray suit skirt.

The lingering scent in the air had not completely dissipated.

Ye Heng leaned back on the sofa, looking at her straight but slightly trembling back.

The woman regained her composure faster than he had expected.

She finally got herself ready and turned around.

Her face was expressionless, except for a trace of lingering redness at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were redder and slightly swollen than usual.

Qiao Wei walked straight to her desk, poured herself a glass of water, and sipped it slowly.

Watching her swallow, Ye Heng's lips curved into a smile, and he said, "I thought you weren't thirsty."

"cough--!"

Qiao Wei choked suddenly and coughed violently, her cheeks turning bright red instantly.

She put down her water glass, braced herself on the table, bent over and coughed for a while before she could barely stop.

She looked up and glared fiercely at Ye Heng.

"You should be satisfied now, right?" Qiao Wei's voice was a little hoarse, and she deliberately avoided Ye Heng's gaze.

satisfaction?

The thought flashed through Ye Heng's mind.

Physical satisfaction was present; Qiao Wei was indeed quite appealing, mature and voluptuous, yet possessing a unique contradictory sense of resistance and submission that arose from being forced into submission, which greatly aroused the desire to conquer.

But this is far from satisfactory.

What he wanted was never just her body.

Ye Heng stood up from the sofa, straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of his shirt, and walked towards the door.

He stopped as he passed by her.

She immediately tensed up, like a frightened cat, her fur standing on end.

Ye Heng tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the faint red marks on her fair skin on her neck.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. What I want hasn't been taken yet."

"What...what else do you want?"

Ye Heng chuckled, "You haven't given me your most precious possession yet. Be a good boy and wait. I'll come back for it whenever I remember."

After saying that, he turned around, opened the office door, and walked out.

After leaving that room, Ye Heng quickly regained his composure and headed towards the strategic investment department's office area.

From a distance, you can see Xia He's workstation.

She was lying on the table, seemingly taking a nap, her head resting on her arm, the sleeves of her light blue suit rolled up slightly, revealing a section of her fair and slender wrist.

Her ponytail had come loose a bit, with a few strands of hair softly draped over her cheeks.

Sunlight streamed in through the window next to her, casting a fuzzy golden glow on her, making her look quiet and well-behaved.

Ye Heng unconsciously slowed his pace.

When I walked to her workstation, the insulated bag she had brought was still on the corner of the table. It was empty, and she had carefully folded it and put it aside.

It seems they've finished eating.

Ye Heng stood beside her and watched her for a while.

It's kind of funny, and also... hard to describe.

This girl is really a completely different person from Qiao Wei.

Ye Heng reached out, wanting to brush away the strand of hair that was clinging to her eyelashes, but stopped just before his fingertips touched it.

Never mind, let her sleep.

As soon as she withdrew her hand, Xia He stirred and groggily opened her eyes.

Seeing Ye Heng standing beside her, she was taken aback at first, then her face quickly flushed red, and she hurriedly sat up straight.

"Ye... Ye Heng? You're back?" Xia He rubbed her eyes, her voice soft and sweet from just waking up.

"I...I accidentally fell asleep."

"Mmm, he's so sleepy he's practically drooling."

"Huh?" Xia He was startled and hurriedly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face turned even redder, and she muttered softly.

"I wasn't drooling..."

Seeing her embarrassed yet adorable appearance, a smile appeared in Ye Heng's eyes.

"Did Old Lu contact you about your brother's side just now?" Ye Heng changed the subject.

Mentioning her brother, Xia He's expression immediately turned serious, and she nodded: "Yes, before lunch break, Professor Lu sent me a message saying that my brother's vital signs are very stable, and his EEG activity is also a little bit more active than before! Although it's still very weak, he said it's a very good sign!"

"Old Lu also said that he would discuss it with me after he had formulated a detailed treatment plan."

"That's good." Ye Heng nodded. Lu Lang was reliable enough; with him watching over things, Xia Chen's life was at least no longer in danger. As for waking him up... that couldn't be rushed.

"Ye Heng, really... I don't know how to thank you." Xia He looked at Ye Heng with sincere eyes.

"If it weren't for you, my brother..."

"I've thanked you many times already," Ye Heng interrupted her. "Work hard, graduate smoothly, and don't let your brother worry when he wakes up. That's the best way to thank you."

"Yes! I will!" Xia He nodded vigorously, as if accepting some important mission.

Just then, Ye Heng's phone vibrated in his pocket.