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Chapter 2
At seven that evening, Zhong Qi drove to the villa in the city center.
This was the house she kept specifically for her lovers—a delicate three-story residence with several rose bushes planted in the courtyard. She’d long forgotten which man had left them there. The household staff had changed over and over through the years, none of them knowing where the roses came from, yet they continued tending them with care. As a result, the flowers bloomed better with each passing season.
The lights in the living room were already on.
Zhong Qi bent to take off her shoes. When she looked up, she saw Huo Enhui coming downstairs.
She gave him a quick once-over. “You bought that outfit?”
The young man had changed into a dark green T-shirt and black track pants. The clothes looked clean and suited him well, though they didn’t seem newly bought.
Huo Enhui crossed the room on long legs, crouched beside her, and helped remove her shoes before slipping house slippers onto her feet.
“No,” he said softly. “I went back to my dorm to change.”
Zhong Qi glanced at the little swirl of hair at the crown of his head and smiled faintly.
Whether he was reluctant to spend her money, whether his pride still hadn’t completely broken, or whether this was simply the approach he’d chosen—it suited him better this way.
After taking a shower, Zhong Qi sat on the sofa with a laptop resting across her crossed legs, focused on work.
Huo Enhui sat opposite her, head lowered as he stared at his phone.
But the video on his screen had been paused for ten minutes already. He hadn’t absorbed a single thing. In the end, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at her.
When He Qiuyang handed him the card earlier, he’d already made up his mind. He didn’t know Zhong Qi’s limits, so he wouldn’t touch the money unless necessary. He didn’t want her thinking he was greedy.
As for how to interact with her, he’d thought it over carefully.
A woman like Zhong Qi had probably seen every type of man imaginable. Rather than pretending to be something else, he figured he might as well just be himself. Act naturally. Stay polite.
But even sitting there silently, the woman carried an invisible pressure that made it impossible not to feel restrained around her.
Her body was so slender.
The legs beneath her lace slip were long and pale, her wrists delicate enough to seem as though they’d snap with the slightest force—fragile and beautiful all at once.
Sensing his gaze, Zhong Qi pressed Enter on her keyboard and turned toward him.
Huo Enhui immediately lowered his head again, fingers aimlessly swiping across his phone screen. He wasn’t gaming, and he clearly wasn’t texting.
After watching him for a moment, Zhong Qi asked, “Did you shower?”
Huo Enhui looked up. “Yeah.”
She closed her laptop.
He immediately stood and took it from her hands, setting it on the table. When he turned back, he saw Zhong Qi pat the empty space beside her.
“Come here.”
Huo Enhui sat down next to her.
“How many girlfriends have you had?” she asked.
“Two.”
“Have you slept with them?”
He hesitated briefly before nodding.
Good.
Zhong Qi didn’t like virgins. Too inexperienced. No technique. Training them took time and effort, and she had neither to spare.
She lifted a hand and cupped his jaw lightly.
“Lower your head.”
Huo Enhui braced one arm beside her and slowly leaned down while Zhong Qi tilted her face up toward him.
Her hair wasn’t fully dry yet. Damp warmth mixed with the faint fragrance clinging to her skin drifted toward him, teasing at his nerves little by little.
The moment their lips touched, Huo Enhui nearly forgot why he was here.
All he could feel was the cool softness of her mouth, sweet enough to ignite something inside his chest. Unable to stop himself, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tentatively tangling with hers. When she responded, he bent lower instinctively, his young, burning body pressing against her softness as they exchanged breath and heat.
…Still too inexperienced.
Zhong Qi patted his back lightly.
Breathing heavily, Huo Enhui forced himself to pull away.
“There’s still plenty of time,” Zhong Qi murmured.
Her hand slid slowly over the hard lines of his abdomen before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
“We can take it slowly.”
The moment her fingers wrapped around him, already hard beneath her touch, Huo Enhui let out a strained groan.
She stroked him leisurely.
Before long, sweat had formed along his forehead. Desire flushed across his pale cheeks, heat flickering in his eyes. One hand clenched tightly against the sofa as he endured it with visible effort.
The scent of youth and male heat lingered thickly in the air, stirring desire with dangerous ease.
Zhong Qi parted her legs slightly and said in a husky voice, “Come here.”
Huo Enhui exhaled shakily.
As Zhong Qi withdrew her hand from inside his pants, he grabbed the back of his shirt collar and pulled it over his head, then stripped off his sweatpants and boxer briefs as well, revealing the lean, tightly toned body beneath.
Smooth muscle lines. A vibrant trail disappearing lower. And beneath it, a size impossible to ignore.
Perhaps because he didn’t have much experience, the color of him was still light. At the swollen tip, moisture had already begun gathering, unable to withstand her teasing.
Just as Zhong Qi watched him reach for a condom, she rested her head against her arm and said lazily,
“I like it inside.”
Huo Enhui froze again.
But he quickly pushed aside the strange implications of those words and knelt between her legs on one knee.
The hem of her black lace slip had ridden up during their movements, exposing the snowy skin at the tops of her thighs. Beneath the matching thong lay the most secret part of a woman’s body, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between soft curves already dampened through with arousal.
For a moment, Huo Enhui had the overwhelming urge to shove the fabric aside and thrust into her just like this—to fill her completely, to lose control inside her.
The realization of his own thoughts jolted him awake.
His entire body stiffened.
There was something almost dangerous about Zhong Qi.
He’d never considered himself especially driven by sex, yet just looking at her had nearly pushed him past the edge of control.
But this woman was Zhong Qi.
He couldn’t afford to lose himself.
Zhong Qi, meanwhile, seemed quite satisfied with his reaction.
She lifted one leg slightly, and Huo Enhui immediately understood, carefully hooking her leg over his shoulder.
She pushed the nightdress higher, fingers finding the ties at her waist. With a light tug, the thong became nothing more than a thin line, no longer able to conceal the soft mound beneath.
Huo Enhui stared.
No matter how many men she’d had, the skin there was still an astonishingly delicate pink. Her clit was small, almost tender-looking, trembling faintly as clear moisture slowly seeped from between her folds.
His throat bobbed.
In the end, he couldn’t resist.
He brushed a finger lightly against her entrance, wiping away the bead of wetness there. The touch made the soft flesh quiver.
“Chairwoman…”
His thumb and forefinger rubbed together slowly as his voice dropped hoarse with restraint.
“May I?”
