Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Mr. Huo, I Want to Be Yours
 

Qiao Xi’s body shook with tension, her hands clenched tightly under the bedsheet.

What kind of intimate act must have happened, for the perfume scent of Xu Xingluo to linger?

Her eyes felt slightly warm, a bit moist.

She didn’t dare ask for confirmation.

But when Qiao Xi felt the man beside her slowly rising to leave, she didn’t know where the courage came from as she grabbed his arm.

“Mr. Huo.”

Her soft voice sounded, and she sat up in bed, her arms tightly wrapped around his robust waist.

In the darkness, the man who had his back to her turned around, letting out a light chuckle.

“I thought you were going to continue pretending to sleep,” he said in a warm, lingering voice, while his slender fingers caressed her smooth skin.

Qiao Xi boldly stood up, stepping onto the soft bed to look down at him as she looped her arms around the man’s neck.

Eyes met eyes.

Such a pose instinctively bred ambiguity.

Qiao Xi pursed her lips tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

On one hand, she was too timid to ask about his relationship with Xu Xingluo; on the other, she forced herself to believe in Huo Xingzhou.

The struggle that pulled at her nearly drove her insane.

Suddenly.

Her clear, watery apricot eyes filled with a do-or-die determination, she boldly met Huo Xingzhou’s puzzled gaze and said, “Mr. Huo, my hand is almost healed.”

Direct.

Fervent.

The air stilled for a moment.

Huo Xingzhou’s hand pinched her soft waist, his eyes growing darker: “Qiao Xi, do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I know,” she said in a low voice.

That night, they nearly crossed the line in a moment of passion.

He said that once her hand healed, he wouldn’t let her go, and those “marital joys” hadn’t even come into play yet.

“Qiao Xi, I’m giving you another chance to think this through,” his voice was already hoarse to the point of being unrecognizable, his body a study in ascetic self-restraint. Only the tightening grip of his hands betrayed his agitation.

Qiao Xi felt unbearably pressured by that sour bitterness and inferiority; she shook her head.

No further consideration was needed.

She kissed the man’s thin lips directly, pressing her soft body against his.

An innocent, passionate kiss set the pitch-black night ablaze.

Huo Xingzhou’s body tensed like a drawn sword.

Letting her ignite it, tempt it.

Qiao Xi lightly bit his lip corner, her eyes brimming with a moist light, her voice sweet and soft: “Mr. Huo, I am willing.”

No man could refuse such words.

And Huo Xingzhou was no exception when faced with Qiao Xi.

“Don’t regret it later,” Huo Xingzhou said in a deep voice, his breath scorchingly hot.

Qiao Xi gripped his shirt tightly, her breath rapid.

For once in her life, she wanted to act on impulse, to seize what she desired.

“I want to be yours.”

In the truest sense of husband and wife.

Her words acted like a fuse, igniting all the ambiguity. The man took control, his powerful hormones invading her space, pressing her firmly against the soft bed.

Qiao Xi’s boudoir, with its elegant light fragrance, mingled with the sharp scent on his body. The sweet cloying scent of Xu Xingluo quietly dissipated as if it had never existed.

Lips entangled, clashing.

Qiao Xi’s dress zipper was pulled open, crumpled on her body. The man kissed her fair neck, his slender fingers caressing her skin.

Qiao Xi’s cheeks turned crimson, struggling to cope.

She was extremely nervous; even her red lips trembled.

“Qiao Xi…” His voice was like the ultimate aphrodisiac, enchanting the heart. His well-defined fingers caressed her lower abdomen, whispering, “Here, there might be a child.”

Qiao Xi lay on the bed, her hair spread out, eyes wide open as she looked at him, her expression filled with confusion.

“Mrs. Merry is not one hundred percent effective in contraception,” he said softly. “Let’s wait a while longer.”

His blood was surging, rationality on the brink of collapse, but he still called a halt.

What he wanted to give her was not a first night of such hurried discontent.

Qiao Xi half-lowered her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at the bottom of her heart, but she felt a tinge of disappointment as well.

Did he not want to touch her because Xu Xingluo had come back?

Suddenly.

The man took hold of her left hand, asking in a low and ambiguous tone, “It has healed, hasn’t it?”

“Hmm?” Qiao Xi looked at him, puzzled.

“Then tonight it shall be put to work,” the man said in a cold, abstinent manner, uttering shamelessly.

It took Qiao Xi a long moment to realize what he meant, and her entire skin began to burn with heat.

She did not resist, allowing his presumptuous movements.

She turned her head and tightly closed her eyes, not looking at his gaze and the sexy expressions, the muffled sounds he made near her ear. It was clearer than back then through the bathroom door, surrounding her in a vivid stereo.

Midnight approached a rest.

Her face and ears were flushed red, her body stiff as she lay on the bed.

The man beside her was content and satisfied. His voice hoarse, he began, “Tomorrow at the Liu Family’s full moon celebration, I will arrive late. I’ll have Old Chen take you there first.”

Qiao Xi asked, “Is it because of Huo Jianjun’s economic crime trial?”

“Yes, I cannot be absent.”

Qiao Xi understood that with his status, there was no need for him to attend a child’s full moon party. It was already nice of him to be willing to go.

“It’s okay, Mr. Huo. I can take care of myself. You deal with the important matters first.”

She received calls from Mrs. Liu almost every day, chatting about family matters and casually mentioning the full moon celebration.

It was hard to decline such hospitality, and Qiao Xi found it impossible to refuse.

“Qiao Xi, once the trial is over, I will rush over,” he said, rubbing her soft hair and kissing the corner of her lips.

The trial would last at the latest until six in the evening, and the Liu Family’s full moon celebration was also scheduled to officially start at six. The trip would take more than half an hour, and he worried she wouldn’t feel comfortable with the ostentation of high society, concerned she might be bullied.

Hearing his words, her eyes sparkled, and her heart was filled with sweetness.

The dejection and speculations of the day seemed to wash away.

“Okay.”

She snuggled into his arms and obediently responded.

The next day, the weekend.

Qiao Xi awoke to find the bed beside her empty.

As she went downstairs for breakfast, she saw Cheng Han, who rarely skipped going out. The elderly gentleman with white hair and beard gestured to her, “Come here, let me check your hand again.”

Qiao Xi obediently sat on the couch, extending both hands for him to take her pulse and give her acupuncture. She subconsciously retracted her left hand, then relaxed it.

Cheng Han gave her a look and examined each finger joint intently, saying in a deep voice, “The flexibility in both hands has recovered well, your right hand needs two more days of rest. But this left hand…”

He assumed it was because the hospital was too busy and cautioned, “Don’t overexert it.”

Qiao Xi’s ears flushed with color.

The phrase “overexert it” made her recall scenes from the previous night, and she wished she could burrow into a hole.

“Qiao Girl, I’m leaving Haicheng today.”

Qiao Xi knew he was leaving but didn’t expect it to be so sudden. With reluctance, she said, “Can’t you stay a bit longer? I can take you back when it’s time.”

Cheng Han waved his hand, “Someone will take me back to Moon Village. You young couple should just enjoy your own lives.”

His tone was resolute, leaving Qiao Xi feeling regretful.

He spoke again, “There is one thing I need to caution you about. No matter what the Liu Family asks you to do, don’t agree.”

Qiao Xi furrowed her brows, “Why?”

Could it be that Grandpa Cheng had some conflict with the Liu Family?