Chapter 40

  In the bathroom, steam fills the air.

  Li Jing quietly looked at herself in the mirror.

  The person in the mirror has a relaxed and smooth face, with bright red lips. The cheeks, which have been steamed by hot water, are white and slightly pinkish, revealing a delicate complexion that is uniquely gifted.

  Completely different from Ke Yuan.

  Ke Yuan, although also having a delicate face, always had his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Probably from standing behind the radiant Shu Mu for years, he was always subtly holding his chin down, as if he was willing to be a foil, to the point that if it weren't for later handling several major public relations matters personally, people in the circle would have almost forgotten that there was such a golden broker by Shu Mu's side.

  Li Jin stretched out his hand and wiped the mirror clean of the mist, so that the face of the person opposite him, distorted by the rippling water, became clear once again.

  He thought, was he looking too easy to bully?

  So Shu Mu would be so reckless and lead him into a dead end; So after his own death, the media would swarm in like flies, adding oil to the already suspicious economic case, putting all the blame on himself; So even a nobody like Zhao Junxi, who had just returned from abroad, could call him "a petty person" with impunity.

  He thought to himself that he was really too easy to bully.

  Even now that I have been reborn, I still hear myself shouting to pull Shu Mu down from his horse, yet he remains safe and sound, indulging in his new romance and flaunting it in front of everyone.

  He thought, what was he still hesitating about?

  If Shu Mu making a big fuss in the spiritual hall today and personally admitting to killing his former lover is not enough, then what happened today should be enough.

  He never expected that sweeping the floor and taking drastic measures would have such a huge impact on him, not as much as the gentle kiss on his forehead from He Muyun today.

  He even made the last remaining love that could be relied on a ridiculous lie.

  Li Jin turned around, turned off the showerhead, casually wrapped a large white bathrobe around her body, and pulled down a towel from the rack.

  The person in the mirror was pale-faced and had dark circles under his eyes, looking like a coward.

  "Ke Yuan," asked Li Jin in a voice that only she could hear, "after today's humiliation, do you want to come again?" The person in the mirror smiled lightly and resolutely turned his head, walking out the door.

  Unexpectedly, in a room that was originally empty, there appeared a familiar figure.

  Li Jin was nailed to the ground and couldn't move a step further.

  Li Yiheng had one foot propped up on the bed, and the other dangling casually down, leaning against the headboard with great interest as he read his latest bedtime story.

  "How did you get in here?" Li Jin hastily tied the belt of his bathrobe, lest he expose himself. In a moment of carelessness, the towel fell to the ground.

  "Aileen doesn't trust you," Mr. Li put down the book in his hand and walked towards him, "Let me ask you what's wrong."

  The hand holding the towel trembled for a moment, and Li Jin turned his head away, saying in a low voice: "I'm fine."

  Li Yiheng stood in front of him and pulled out a half-damp cotton towel from his hand, heavily pressing it onto his head.

  "Was it my words last night that disturbed you?" Only the first one used force, and then the tone was gentle, even with some comfort, wiping away the water droplets from his hair. "I apologize to you, I was emotionally unstable yesterday, and some of my words were not carefully considered..."

  "It's none of your business." Li Jin stretched out his hand and pressed down on the palm that was wiping his hair, "I just suddenly understood some principles, that's all."

  He raised his head and stared at Li Yiheng steadily.

  In the dimly lit room, only the small light source of the bedside lamp made Lei Jin's eyes shine brightly, as if there was something substantial.

  For some reason, Li Yiheng felt that even the hand covering his own was scorching hot.

  "What's the point?" he asked.

  Li Jin smiled and shook his head: "I won't tell you."

  "Stubborn." Li Yiheng smiled, lifted his chin and kissed him on the lips.

  Their lips touched and parted, yet a lingering, endless aura of ambiguity remained.

  "Do you want to do it with me?" Li Jin's expression sank, calm as if asking about tomorrow's weather.

  Li Yiheng leaned down, his scorching breath heavily hitting Li Jin's cheek, steaming the two bodies to a fever.

  "If you resist, I'll stop." he said.

  Li Jin raised the corner of his lips, sneered and smiled, then pulled his collar and kissed him.

  The two of them were like wrestlers, devouring each other's breath. Li Jin's bathrobe was already loose and easily slipped off during their entanglement, revealing his well-built body that had just been washed clean. Li Yiheng almost half-embraced him all the way to the bedside before they both fell onto the large bed together.

  Li Jin was kissing him while laughing, and at the same time, she freed her hand to unbutton Li Yi Heng's shirt. The buttons were exquisitely made, but the more urgent they were, the harder it was to undo them. At first, Li Jin thought this was an interesting thing, even pushing away Li Yi Heng's head and pinning him down on the bed, carefully studying the direction of the buttons. Later on, she became impatient and simply grabbed both sides of the fabric with her fingers and pulled hard, as if venting her frustration, tearing open the remaining few buttons.

  Li Yiheng has been acting from the very beginning, under the desk lamp, Li Jin's expression is like a desperate carnival, making people can't help but go crazy with him.

  "What are you looking at me like that for?" Feeling Li Yiheng's gaze, Li Jin leaned in close. His bare chest was pressed tightly against the person below him, one icy cold and the other scorching hot. His slender arms parted, provocatively pressing against Li Yiheng's ear, he raised an eyebrow, his deep red lips lingering at the corner of Li Yiheng's mouth.

  "I didn't resist," he snorted, "what did you stop for?"

  "What have you come to realize?" Li Yi Heng's gaze was deep and profound, his eyes piercing as he stared into his eyes, "Tell me."

  Li Jin's expression suddenly turned cold.

  "Are you going to do it?" He propped himself up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and avoided Li Yiheng's overly piercing gaze. "If not, I'm leaving."

  As he spoke, he really walked towards the door.

  The next thing he knew, the room was spinning around him and in a daze, there was a powerful arm that grabbed him heavily and threw him onto the soft bed.

  "Ah!" The overbearing masculine aura instantly enveloped him, and before he could react, Li Jin's breath was completely taken away. Li Yi Heng's kiss was like a wild beast's bite, each contact carrying the flavor of wanting to devour him whole. Li Jin opened his mouth without any resistance, accommodating his tongue as it ravaged inside.

  That tongue seemed to avenge its recent contempt, brazenly licking every sensitive tooth, even wickedly hooking his tongue, forcing him to raise his neck high to keep up with this overly intense kiss. Lei Jin's throat kept making sounds of pain and pleasure mixed together, the saliva that didn't have time to swallow flowed out from the corner of his lips, winding out a ambiguous silver thread between his neck and shoulders.

  But that's not all, Li Yihe seemed to be eager to prove himself how much he yearned for his body, his palm constantly stroking over his chest and abdomen. The slightly open five fingers were sweet and rough, igniting a scorching flame wherever they passed. The flames spread from his collarbone, burning his chest and ribs, becoming more intense, until finally, they firmly grasped the most vulnerable part of him in their palms.

  "Hmm..." Lei Jin let out a suppressed low moan, his lower body transmitting an electrifying sensation of extreme pleasure, causing him to reflexively bend his legs, as if silently inviting.

  Li Yiheng's lips moved gently, and his wet tongue slid down the lines of her palm, almost kissing every inch of Li Jin's skin before reaching that half-erect place, then deeply sucking it into his mouth.