Roses in Flames

Xiao Lin looked at the woman who had raised her long eyelashes and was smiling alluringly, and subconsciously reached out to pull her up.

"Need not……"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly and boldly did what she had previously said she would do for him.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and when he saw what she was doing, all the blood rushed to his head.

My ears were ringing, and my mind was almost completely blank.

He looked up at the top of her head and called her in a low, husky voice, "Yun Tang..."

He wanted to tell her she didn't need to do that, trying to regain his composure, but things didn't go as planned.

She is soft and warm, like a mist carrying a dangerous sweet fragrance, which, once it covers you, makes you fall into its embrace.

She was a fire that burned through reason, a vine that suffocated him, an abyss that could suck away his very soul.

One sip and you're intoxicated; one touch and you're ignited.

It was a fire he couldn't give up, bringing him unprecedented, ultimate pleasure.

He sank deep into the sofa, his broad back arching backward, his cold, handsome features soaked with sweat.

His narrow eyes were tinged with red at the corners, and his pupils, tinged with a dark, alluring color, were like thick ink that had been blurred, exuding both a wicked and sexy aura.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes half-closed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his thin lips slightly parted.

Suppressed, restrained breathing escaped from his lips.

His long, slender fingers unconsciously ran through her thick hair.

All reason crumbled the moment it was uprooted, and sweat trickled down his sharply defined jawline.

……

He carried her to the bathroom.

Through the mist, their gazes met.

He looked at her rosy lips, lowered his head, and kissed them.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.

When the kiss ended, she whispered breathlessly in his ear, "Did you bring that?"

He hummed in agreement.

She looked up at him, a cryptic smile playing on her lips. "So, Captain Xiao, your purpose in coming to see me tonight wasn't entirely pure?"

He brushed aside the damp hair from her cheek with his fingers, his reddened eyes fixed on her. "You don't want to?"

He spoke very close to her, his breath scorching her.

They are already adults; under these circumstances, it's impossible for them to continue to tolerate it.

The night of her divorce, she wanted to drag this cold, abstinent, taciturn, and aloof captain down from his pedestal and into the mundane world.

I want him to lose control, to lose his reason and self-control.

I want to see him go mad.

Ye Yuntang's lips curled into a bewitching and deadly smile. "I'm wondering, where is what you brought?"

"In my pocket."

She nodded. "Carry me back to my room."

He stretched out his long arm, scooped her up horizontally, and carried her to the room.

He took out a clean bath towel and dried her long hair and body.

He went to the living room and brought the pants back.

Ye Yuntang saw him take out the small box he had prepared.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

The fresh, pleasant scent filled my respiratory system, carrying his unique fragrance.

His kissing skills are getting better and better.

Her mind was spinning, and she felt as if her consciousness was gradually slipping away.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard a faint sound.

Only one wall lamp was on in the room, casting a hazy, dim light.

She opened her eyes and saw the man kneeling on one knee on the bed.

A narrow, slender waistline, sharp and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat, every inch of muscle taut and well-defined, the kind of hard lines that only come from years of training, exuding a strong masculine aura.

His well-defined abdominal muscles rose and fell gently with his breathing, and his long, strong legs exuded the most primal masculinity.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes thick and long, and he held a piece of matte tin foil between his teeth, the tips of his teeth slightly sinking in. With a slight tug from his fingertips, the tin foil opened with a very soft sound.

That kind of movement was restrained, wild, and incredibly sexy.

Ye Yuntang blushed and her heart raced just looking at him.

Her gaze shifted downwards a few degrees, then quickly looked away as if she had been burned.

He leaned down again, his unique scent enveloping her like a large net.

"I'll be gentle."

"Bite me if it hurts."

Ye Yuntang buried her face in his chest, pinching his narrow lower back with her fingers, "Stop nagging."

……

The ceiling above my head started to rotate.

His loose hair brushed against her forehead, and a drop of hot sweat dripped from his tense jaw to the hollow of her collarbone.

Skin to skin, sticky and warm, the world seemed to lose its center of gravity, leaving only the intertwined breaths and heartbeats.

She looked at him with hazy eyes; his silhouette appeared wild in the dim light. Her fingertips dug deep into his firm shoulders and back, and his name spilled from her lips.

"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin..."

Her voice was as soft as if it had been soaked in honey, with a delicate and sweet tone at the end.

It's so alluring it makes your heart tremble, as if your very soul is about to be lost here.

……

One o'clock in the morning.

Ye Yuntang lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

The man asked her if she wanted to take a shower, but she was too tired to move a finger.

He had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to help her clean up.

After she fell asleep, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After returning to bed, he pulled her into his arms.

Before going to sleep, he gently kissed her forehead.

Goodnight, baby.

……

Ye Yuntang slept until noon the next day.

There were no men around anymore.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it; Xiao Lin had sent her three messages.

"You're off today, don't go to work. I'll ask for leave for you."

"I reckon you'll sleep until noon, I'll have someone bring you some food."

What do you want to eat tonight?

Ye Yuntang sat up lazily.

The blanket slipped down, revealing her voluptuous body.

She glanced at her neck; thankfully, he had learned his lesson and hadn't left any marks in obvious places.

She replied to his message with her long, fan-like eyelashes drooping.

"I just woke up, and my back is so sore. It's all your fault."

"I'm going to my mom's house later. I'll have dinner with my mom and brother tonight. You don't need to worry about me."

He was probably busy and didn't reply immediately.

Ye Yuntang got out of bed and took a shower in the bathroom.

I had just finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang.

There were two people standing outside the door, one a food deliveryman and the other a courier.

After confirming that the wrong item had been delivered, Ye Yuntang brought it inside.

He always ordered takeout from upscale restaurants, the kind of food she loved.

The package contained a large gift box. When she opened it, her breath hitched slightly.

Inside the box is a branded bag, a limited edition style and color rarely seen in domestic boutiques, understated yet exquisite.

The price will start at least at 200,000.

She paused for a moment, then took out her phone to take a picture and send it to Xiao Lin.

"Did you send this bag? Because of last night?"

If it's because of last night, she doesn't like this approach.

It made it seem like she was being kept by him.

She quickly received a reply from the man.

"I just went to a meeting. I had someone buy this bag for me before we went to Cangzhou. My younger sister said that young women like this style these days, so I thought I'd get one for my girlfriend. Do you like it?"