Caressing her ankle, gently rubbing. It was smooth, just as he remembered.
He had only meant to tease, but it was as if he was bewitched. He couldn't stop, didn't want to pull his hand away.
His lips brushed against hers, almost kissing. "Xiao Xiao, you're really made of water. Already so wet."
Jiang Xiao glared at him. "Cheng Yuan, get lost!"
"Get lost? How?" Cheng Yuan pinched her side through her clothes. "Like this?"
"..." Jiang Xiao's cheeks flushed, her voice trembling. "You—damn you."
"Yes, damn me," Cheng Yuan said. "Will you let me die?"
Tonight had really gotten out of hand. Jiang Xiao hadn't expected this. Worried that Cheng Yuan might actually do something, she softened her tone. "Don't."
"Don't what?" Cheng Yuan knew her weak spots; he found one immediately. "Don't do this? Or this?"
He nibbled on her earlobe, just like he used to.
"Xiao Xiao, you want me too, don't you?"
"...No." Jiang Xiao denied it.
"Liar. You clearly want it." Cheng Yuan stared into her eyes, wanting to devour her whole. But he couldn't bear to; he had to take it slow. He bit her lips, her earlobe.
Then he bit the mole on her neck.
It was red, the size of a bean.
He used to love biting her there. Jiang Xiao couldn't help but let out a sound.
He said, "Be good, let it out."
Jiang Xiao bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.
"Really not being good." After drinking, Cheng Yuan was incredibly strong. With one hand, he could make Jiang Xiao go weak. Looking at her moist eyes, he smiled softly. "Will you moan?"
"..." Jiang Xiao turned her head away, but her body couldn't stop trembling.
"Trembling like this and still not obedient." Cheng Yuan spanked her.
Jiang Xiao looked at him in shock. "You hit me?"
"You can hit me too," Cheng Yuan said. "Hit me or do whatever you want."
His biggest asset was his body, comparable to a male model's.
"Isn't it more pleasing than those male models you hired?" he asked.
Jiang Xiao wouldn't admit his body was good. She scoffed. "So-so."
"Which part is so-so?" Cheng Yuan squeezed her palm. "How dare you say theirs are better than mine?"
"They are better than—" Jiang Xiao didn't finish before Cheng Yuan interrupted. He asked, "Whose is better?"
"..."
Jiang Xiao didn't know why he suddenly became like this—domineering, unyielding, willful.
"Cheng Yuan, you'll regret this tomorrow," she said.
"Tomorrow's problems are for tomorrow," Cheng Yuan said, kissing her lips. "I just want tonight to be happy."
"Xiao Xiao, be good. Open your mouth wide. I want to kiss."
Jiang Xiao wouldn't let him have his way. She clenched her teeth, refusing to open. Cheng Yuan wasn't in a hurry. He chuckled, gave her a sudden pinch, and she cried out.
He took the opportunity to kiss her—still fierce, biting her until it hurt. Jiang Xiao started crying. "Cheng Yuan, you bastard."
Cheng Yuan let her curse, let her bite. "Baby, louder. Shout louder. I want to hear."
Jiang Xiao bit down on his neck and didn't let go until he stopped.
Cheng Yuan seemed to have numbed the pain. Other than a burning heat, he felt nothing. He said hoarsely, "Xiao Xiao, you've been alone all these years, haven't you? That place... only I've been there, right?"
"No... wrong."
"Don't deny it. I know."
"Get the hell out."
"I can leave, but after I settle the score, I'll go."
The reckoning lasted too long. They didn't rest until dawn. Jiang Xiao was exhausted, unable to speak a word. Cheng Yuan carried her to the bathroom and bathed her himself.
He spread shower gel everywhere, his lips wandering again and again.
"So fragrant," he said, still wanting more.
Jiang Xiao had no strength left. Her eyelids fluttered and then closed. It was fine. She could settle the score tomorrow.
Did he think this was it? No way.
The next day, Cheng Yuan woke up to find himself tied to the headboard. Jiang Xiao stood by the bed, looking down at him.
He was sober now, his temper gone, completely docile. "Xiao Xiao, what are you doing?"
"Guess?" Jiang Xiao said with a smile. "Something fun, of course."