His lips were neither gentle nor sharp, but sensual, falling hot and soft on her cool face. His movements were rough and agitated, devoid of gentlemanly grace, instead seeming ready to devour, to draw blood, to plunder, desperate to claim territory. Outside the car window, the violent rain created isolation from the world, each drop hammering against Miao Jing’s skin and heart, bringing turbulence, long-separated yearning, and countless ripples. Her breathing quickened as she tried hard to suppress and endure. The passionate kisses stirred her cheeks, finally wandering to her lips, resolutely forcing entry, charging in fiercely, plundering her breath and saliva. The sharp tobacco taste, like inescapable shackles, made Miao Jing’s whole body go weak and her eyes ached until her limbs became stiff and numb.

In her breathlessness, Miao Jing tremblingly raised her hand and slapped Chen Yi hard across the face.

The sound echoed too crisply in the car. Chen Yi, in his surging passion, froze for a moment at the pain, raising dark eyes to stare at her delicate, lovely face and autumn-water eyes. Almost instinctively, he dragged Miao Jing from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat. Uprooted entirely, her fair feet dragged across the car seat as she crashed over. She urgently called Chen Yi’s name, but in an instant was pulled by his large hands into the cramped driver’s seat space, falling to sit on the hard, tobacco-scented man.

“Chen Yi! Chen Yi!! Have you gone crazy?!”

His cheek still bore her handprint, his breathing more urgent than the storm outside, eyes bright and wild. Miao Jing was thrown into physical and mental chaos by him, falling awkwardly onto him, her hands pounding and pulling at his movements. Before she could say more, Chen Yi casually twisted and turned, and Miao Jing found herself like a doll sitting on his thighs, face-to-face with him, seeing those mischievous, burning eyes. Angered, she raised her hand to strike again, but Chen Yi seemed to grin, suddenly capturing her pale wrists—both her hands were easily pinned behind her back, pressed against the steering wheel, unable to move like a puppet on strings.

Water flowed down the car windows like curtains of rain. In this tiny, enclosed space, in this ambiguous, sensual position, there was no blushing or heart-pounding, no panic or fluster, only two pairs of beautiful, bright eyes firmly fixed on each other.

“Let me go.”

Miao Jing frowned as she commanded. Her jacket had slipped from her shoulders, the loose neckline of her knit top exposing large patches of snow-white skin at her neck and chest. Her slender torso rose and fell with her breathing, her skirt trailing over him as she straddled his legs, feeling the straight lines and taut sensation of his thigh muscles.

“No.”

His gaze was hard, his words equally so. Looking at her rouge-red lips, his eyes darkened repeatedly as he leaned forward to seek another kiss.

Miao Jing suddenly jerked her chin up, dodging his lips, arching her delicate, vulnerable neck as she gasped for air.

His kisses fell on her slender, white swan-like neck.

Kissing anywhere was satisfying to him. His burning lips pressed against her, vindictively savoring her tender, sensitive skin with wet, warm kisses, leaving faint marks. Miao Jing trembled violently, twisting and dodging under his restraint, her cold exterior near breaking as her voice quivered: “Chen Yi, don’t go too far, I have a boyfriend.”

His kisses slid to her collarbone, lips, and teeth lingering to suck at her protruding delicate bones, nibbling gently. Her body shook violently, causing his husky voice to shake as well: “You have a boyfriend yet dare come close to me? Have a boyfriend but don’t know how to keep your distance from me? Don’t you know who I am?”

His fuzzy head nuzzled against her front like a steaming beast, her skin blooming peach-blossom red wherever his kisses passed.

In this situation, there was zero resistance possible—like a fish on the chopping block.

“Chen Yi.” Miao Jing struggled to maintain clarity, forcing cold words through gritted teeth, “Don’t touch me… you have a girlfriend too, you have women lining up to sleep with you.”

“Broke up. Never slept with them.”

He kissed her again and again, just like the sweet softness in his memory. His bristly short hair made her whole body itch and tremble, shaking like leaves in a cold wind.

“You came back yourself, you provoked me first, you broke the rules first.” His lips wandered lower, making her whole body shudder. “Miao Jing, you brought this on yourself…”

His tongue swept across her chest, wetly licking smooth skin, sliding along the edge of her knit top and inside, over rising snowy slopes, the position both erotic and tender. Chen Yi had held back until now, long since breaking free of moral restraints—it wasn’t someone else, they’d done this before, he’d tasted this flavor before, he dreamed of it, couldn’t forget it in his dreams.

Miao Jing tightly closed her flushed eyes, swallowing, shoulders hunched as she hoarsely scolded: “Chen Yi, want to bet I’ll call the police?”

“Sure, you’re the best at betraying family.” He lifted his head from her chest, seeing her face enchanting and beautiful in its confusion, light-red eyes swimming with moisture. He gave a husky laugh, his tongue lazily sweeping across his teeth as he released her hands from behind her back, pulling out his phone and holding it before her, raising an eyebrow, “Go ahead, call them, let them arrest me, and send me to prison, let Lu Zhengsi know—oh right, does he know we’ve kissed before, slept together before?”

The words were too unrestrained. Miao Jing’s face darkened as she stiffened, her neck rigid as she turned away.

Chen Yi stared at her without blinking, heart slightly bitter, yet pretending not to care as he unhurriedly encircled her waist with both hands: “I’m not doing anything, you think I’m sick, right? I just want to kiss you, kissing family isn’t illegal, is it?”

He blinked slowly, body pressing close to her, forehead against her cheek, voice bewitching: “Miao Jing… want to kiss? Just a kiss, then I’ll let you go back? Otherwise, we’ll sit in the car all night like this, hmm?” He reached out to forcefully turn her stubborn yet soft face back to him, making her look directly at him, their eyes tangling as their foreheads touched, noses brushing, and then he smiled slightly, seeming infinitely tender and passionate.

Miao Jing’s heart pounded wildly, lips trembling, throat dry, her whole body wooden.

“Like before…” he whispered soundlessly, tone ethereal and light, “when we lay in bed kissing…”

“I don’t—”

Her last-ditch resistance, a paper tiger showing outer strength but inner weakness, hadn’t finished speaking before her cherry lips were captured by his. Her long lashes flickered once, then quietly closed.

Their lips stuck together, initially gentle pecks and sucking, docile and peaceful with no threat, soft and tender. After some entanglement, his tongue pried open her slightly loosened teeth, sliding in like a fish to water, wet and soft and smooth, meticulously sweeping and teasing along her teeth one by one, pushing to the deepest part. His tongue tip turned, sweeping and caressing her sensitive palate. Miao Jing’s heart fluttered with tingles. She struggled twice but was pressed against him by his hands on her back, their warm body heat transmitting through clothes, him holding her so tightly they nearly became one. The young man’s breath was rich and intense, tobacco mixed with a clean skin scent, spicy with a hint of slight bitterness and coolness, stronger and more real than memory. She was enveloped in it, like the blank relaxation after drinking, yet burned by the continuing melancholy undertones until her stems and leaves curled, unbearable.

Miao Jing seemed unable to endure, clutching his collar wanting to retreat, when the movements in her mouth suddenly became fierce. Chen Yi forcefully sucked and teased her tongue tip, growing increasingly forceful, chasing and playing, sucking and biting her small tongue, his tongue taut as he pressed against hers, thrusting in and out of her mouth, hitting her cheeks and palate. Saliva flowed from the corner of their lips, the wet, clicking sounds of their kisses vivid and sensual. His large hands on her back pressed tighter and tighter, fingers seeming to have their own will as they stroked and kneaded her back. His whole body’s bones and muscles pressed and ground against her, pressing her slender waist against his vigorous body, his strong waist making small movements thrusting and grinding against sensitive places, making her buttocks bang repeatedly against the steering wheel.

Breathing like wildfire, Chen Yi’s head buzzed as he completely followed his body’s commands. Miao Jing’s whole body felt crushed by him, his clothes and bones rubbing against her skin everywhere, turning red, painful, and damp. Finally unable to endure, she raised her hand and gave him another resounding slap.

Only then did Chen Yi come to his senses.

Realizing his excessive actions, he opened his wild, dark eyes to see Miao Jing’s face flushed like dripping blood, eyes angry. Awkwardly releasing the deep kiss, silver threads of saliva stretching between their lips, he took a long, agitated breath, sprawling back against the seat. Closing his eyes to collect himself for a moment, he grinned, then opened his eyes to see her red lips and starry eyes wet and beautiful. His heart both sweet and itching, he took her reddened hand to his lips to kiss and lick.

“Haven’t seen you for years, and you’ve learned to hit people, slapped me twice. Does it hurt?”

“Take me back.” Miao Jing frowned deeply, chest heaving dramatically. “Take me back to the company.”

Chen Yi smiled again, wild and unruly. Needing relief, his whole body dry and burning like a raging fire, he pressed down his impulses and nudged Miao Jing aside. Ignoring her dark, annoyed expression, he opened the car door and got out.

The rain had lessened outside. Chen Yi closed the car door, looking down at his nearly exploding crotch. He couldn’t do that sort of thing by the roadside, so he stretched his long limbs against the car body, eyes closed, head tilted back, feeling the fire gradually retreat as the cold rain doused him, finally bringing some relief to his body.

Rubbing his face with both hands, wiping away water droplets, Chen Yi reached into his pocket for a cigarette, lifting his windbreaker collar, and lowering his head and shoulders to create a dry space to light up. The lighter’s flame was weak, but he finally got the cigarette lit. Chen Yi greedily took two deep drags, eyes half-closed, looking through the window gap to see Miao Jing—she sat hugging her knees in the passenger seat, clothes disheveled, exposed skin all pink, stubbornly turning her head toward the window, yet her rippling face reflected in the black window, a pair of half-visible eyes silently meeting his gaze.

Chen Yi grinned again.

Finishing one cigarette, his body thoroughly calmed, he got back in the car with his damp body, and started the engine, his voice still lingering with desire.

“Home?”

“Back to the company.”

“Not getting your things?”

“I’ll buy new ones.”

The car turned back to the main road, heading toward Miao Jing’s company.

Chen Yi was soaked through, water dripping from his hair, coat edges, and fingertips. Miao Jing curled up in the passenger seat, feeling the dampness beside her, and moved her lips: “Drop me off by the road, you go back yourself… take a shower and change clothes.”

“Why not come back with me then.” His lips curled up as he said softly, “I’ll take you to the company in the morning.”

“No!”

He laughed again, eyes black.

“Things have already gone this far today.” Chen Yi thought for a moment, tone casual, voice unclear whether sincere or teasing, “I’m all alone now, and Lu Zhengsi is just a reckless fool without much brains… Miao Jing, how about we have an affair?”

Miao Jing’s lips twitched, fine brows furrowing tightly, her expression not exactly gloomy but cold and isolated, cherry lips pressed tightly together.

The car stopped at the company entrance. She got out and slammed the door shut with a shocking bang, not saying a word, her figure proud and cold as she walked toward the company without looking back.

Chen Yi rolled down the window, gazing distantly at her graceful figure in the rain.