Chapter 839: Chapter 839: The Feeling of the Real Thing
“What did the doctor say?” He hovered above her, asking leisurely.
Zhixi’s cheeks gradually turned scalding hot, her gaze wandering: “I don’t know…”
“How many times, hmm?” He cupped her chin, his voice husky and amused.
“Even once requires great caution, and you still want more!” Zhixi glared at him.
He Jingyao chuckled, lowered his head, and pressed a forceful kiss on her lips, huskily saying, “Hmm, I understand…”
Then, his kiss descended again, prying open her teeth, hooking her tongue, kissing her passionately as if he truly wanted to consume her.
Zhixi’s breathing quickly became rapid; she reached out to embrace him, striving to keep up with his pace.
He Jingyao gradually became dissatisfied, his wet, warm kisses trailing down to her jaw, then her neck, collarbone, chest… Zhixi’s body quickly softened, utterly defeated under his offensive, unable to resist.
A thick darkness clouded He Jingyao’s eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, one hand covering her slightly swollen belly, the other carefully lifting her leg…
The woman beneath him let out a low, distressed moan.
He Jingyao felt all the blood in his body converge at that one point, almost setting him ablaze.
However, he could no longer besiege and conquer as recklessly as before.
He carefully pulled her closer to him, restraining his movements as much as possible; yet, even though he couldn’t act with abandon, the real sensation was more intoxicating than any previous release.
He let out a raspy laugh, leaned over, and captured her lips once more: “How is it, hmm?”
The man’s breath was hoarse and sensual, and his scorching breath thoroughly burned her cheeks and ears.
Zhixi nodded with a flushed face: “Hmm… I’m fine…”
He Jingyao’s gaze darkened, seemingly taking this as a signal; his actions gradually became unrestrained, causing the woman in his arms to quickly succumb…
…
Afterwards, Zhixi lay against his chest, lazily not wanting to move.
He Jingyao’s hand gently caressed her back, calling softly: “Zhixi?”
She kept her eyes closed, only after a long time did she softly “hmm,” yet her eyes remained firmly shut.
He Jingyao couldn’t help but chuckle, pecked her lips lightly: “Go to sleep.”
Zhixi’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, her lips moved slightly, yet she didn’t have the strength to speak.
In a daze, she seemed to hear the man say something in her ear.
That sentence quickly darted through her mind, disappearing without leaving a trace.
But even in her dazed state, she vaguely sensed that the words were important; she wanted to ask, but sleep entirely overpowered her.
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The next morning, at HI Group.
Xia Xinyu arrived at He Yizheng’s office and, before entering, saw a disheveled woman walking out. The woman spotted Xia Xinyu, a flash of embarrassment crossed her face, but was quickly replaced by a strong sense of superiority.
She walked past Xia Xinyu in her high heels.
Xia Xinyu detected a familiar cologne scent.
She curved her lips in a slightly mocking smile.
He Yizheng had just taken over several large projects and was exceptionally busy, so he often slept in the office. However, that didn’t mean he would deprive himself; each night, he had a female secretary stay over.