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Chapter 4: Stirring Desires and Silent Whispers
Yet despite everything, Yiyi couldn't help the quiet joy blooming in her chest. That love rival—Shao—had been chased out of the mansion by none other than her "so-called" husband. Victory tasted sweet.
"She's just like a sister to him," she reminded herself smugly, "So I've got nothing to worry about."
She flopped on the bed with a proud grin, basking in her small win. But the moment of triumph was cut short by the soft creak of her bedroom door. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and lay still, pretending to be asleep. The footsteps were careful… intimate. Her breath hitched.
She could feel someone watching her.
A moment passed, then long, slender fingers gently traced the curve of her face, brushing away the strands of hair that veiled her features. The warmth of his fingertips lingered on her skin like a secret.
"Good night," he whispered, barely audible.
And then… a kiss on her forehead.
Her heart exploded.
She didn't even know he had gone into the bathroom; all she heard was the door softly opening and closing again. When she was sure he was out of sight, her lips curled into a smile she couldn't suppress. She slowly lifted her hand, tracing the same path his fingers had taken across her face, as if to relive the moment.
But she needed to cool down. So she rose from the bed, heart pounding like crazy. Without thinking much of it, she walked over and pushed open the bathroom door—
"Aaaahh!!"
She froze.
There he was—Dong Jinye—completely wet from his shower, standing in nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, trailing down his sculpted chest and over his chiseled abs like a scene from a forbidden dream.
Yiyi's mind went blank. Her whole body stiffened. Her brain stopped functioning.
Was she hallucinating?
Jinye gave her a questioning look, but she didn't blink, didn't breathe. Her imagination had already spiraled far beyond redemption. She was red from head to toe, her thoughts running wild and very inappropriate.
Snap back, Yiyi. Snap back!
But before she could make a move, she suddenly felt the ground disappear beneath her feet.
He had picked her up.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She peeked at his chest again. Damn. It was hard. It was hot. It was dangerous.
And as her gaze traveled up to his jawline, following the water droplets rolling down to his collarbone, she nearly passed out all over again.
She was wet.
And not from the steam.
He hadn't even said a word, but she could feel her body betraying her. The thin silk nightgown she wore clung to her like a second skin—one that didn't hide much. Especially not the soaked-through G-string beneath it.
"I—put me down!" she finally choked out, mortified.
"Why?" he said, voice low and teasing. "Can't I carry my wife to bed?"
Wife. To bed. That phrase hit like lightning.
Before she could argue, he gently placed her on the bed. But instead of backing away, he pulled her into his arms and tucked them both beneath the covers. His touch was warm. Steady. But also... hungry.
His hand snaked beneath the blanket and found her breast. He didn't grope; he massaged. Teased. Worshipped.
Yiyi bit her lip to stop the sounds escaping her throat, but her body had already surrendered. Her moans, soft and shaky, betrayed her every effort to stay composed.
"Moan for me, Yiyi," Jinye whispered into her ear.
That voice.
That name.
She lost control.
Her hips shifted instinctively, rubbing against the firmness that now pressed against her thigh. He flipped her over gently, facing her, his eyes burning into hers.
She looked at him, eyes pleading, face flushed crimson.
Then—he kissed her.
Slow. Deep. Possessive.
She melted.
He devoured her lips, stealing her breath, but stopped just before going too far. Even though his body screamed for release, he pulled away.
"Go to sleep," he said huskily, lips grazing her ear.
She lay there, dazed and dripping with desire, unsure whether to thank him or scream at him.
Embarrassed, she rushed to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. But of course—she forgot to bring another nightgown. With only a towel wrapped around her, she tiptoed back to the wardrobe, chose a modest blue pajama set, and quickly dressed.
But her gaze accidentally fell on it—his bulge.
"Oh God…"
This thing had been inside her once?
Her face went white.
He caught her staring and let out a quiet chuckle.
A moment later, he returned from the bathroom in a soft robe and slid into bed beside her. This time, he didn't touch her—just held her like something precious.
They fell asleep in each other's arms. And for the first time, it felt like… something real.
Something only they could share.
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Author's Note
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