The man pushed open the door, loosening his tie.
He had been in meetings all day at the hotel and was a bit tired.
Dressed in a dark, handmade suit, he radiated refinement and understated elegance. His handsome features were as if they were sculpted, perfect without any flaws.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brow. Was there a faint hint of fragrance in the air?
Was there a woman in the room?
"Click," he turned on the wall lamp.
Sure enough!
Not only was there a woman lying here, but almostnaked,strange woman!
She was wearing a set of lace sleepwear so small it could hardly count, revealing large patches of skin.
Her skin was luminous and translucent, like clear crystal.
Probably because of alcohol, her small face was flushed with red. Her petite face contained delicate features. As her crimson lips moved, they seemed to be enticing someone to relish the taste.
Who was she? Why was she here in his room?
With a lift of his elongated fingers, he lifted her exquisite chin. Looking down at her, he asked, "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
“Stop talking...” Gu Anran, thinking it was Jing Yuchen, forced herself to open her eyes.
She seemed to have seen clearly who the man was, but then again, she may not have. Suddenly she giggled, extending her slender arms and embracing the man with a firm hug.
The upright silhouette stiffened, a dangerous darkness flashing through the depths of the man's eyes. This woman was exceptionally soft and fragrant, making one unable to resist the urge to take a bite out of her—even if, at this moment, she was heavily intoxicated.
"Do you know what you're doing right now?" Supporting her head, he lifted her face that was buried in the crook of his neck. His thick, sexy voice echoed.
Seemingly comprehending his words, she nodded her head, and then stole a kiss from his lips.
Her soft, fragrant lips stunned him momentarily. Immediately, he caught her murmur: "You're my husband..."
Husband?
This woman, was she already married?
Gripping her head, he scrutinized her once more. She didn't seem like a married woman at all. However, since she claimed to be married and yet was luring him in his room, her actions were profoundly baffling.
Frowning slightly, he attempted to push her away but she clung onto him tightly, like an octopus. Subsequently, she became even bolder, pushing him down onto the bed.
As if afraid that he would escape, she parted her legs and brazenly straddled his waist like a queen.
"Uh..." He drew a sharp breath as her long, snow-white legs wrapped around him, a hidden current flashing through his deep eyes. This damn woman!
He swatted her bottom, "Where do you think you're sitting? Get off me!"
She didn't dismount but instead stared at him. Suddenly, her eyes reddened and she looked at him with an accusing yet pitiful expression.
"Why do you never want me? We're husband and wife, aren't we? But in this world, are there other husband and wife like us?" She murmured, her eyes filled with desolation. She began to lean closer to him.
This woman!
First, she had the audacity to sit on him with such a provocative manner and now she dared to fidget!
Any man, no matter how much self-control he had, wouldn't be able to resist such a seduction and inevitably, he reacted.
Unable to contain himself, he flipped, pressing the soft woman beneath his body. Lifting her chin with his long fingers, he leaned down and forcefully captured her lips, swallowing all her soft moans.
As he suspected...
Her taste was sweet and irresistible, making people unable to help but linger.
