Chapter 373

Filled with desire, Li Heng reached out his right hand, grabbed her arm, and with a tug, pulled her directly in front of him.

He took a deep breath and, for the first time at such close range, examined her seriously. Setting aside Huang Zhaoyi's family background, her appearance and temperament alone were several notches above Liu Yue.

No wonder Liu Yue once told him: "My aunt is the most beautiful woman in both the Huang and Liu families."

She stood a full 170cm tall, with the classic, rounded, long legs and a slender yet curvaceous figure that was unforgettable at a glance, full of charm. No wonder Feng Gong and the others during the Spring Festival Gala rehearsals called her the ultimate template for a *qingyi*—she truly had the capital for it.

As their eyes met, Huang Zhaoyi, forced into a tilted posture, read the suppressed torment in his eyes, the burning impatience, and the insatiable craving.

At one moment, Li Heng placed his right hand beneath her right ear, his five fingers beginning to slowly stroke her swan-like neck from top to bottom. Her skin was so fair and delicate, the lines so graceful. He had seen countless women, but when it came to the allure of a neck, Huang Zhaoyi, right before his eyes, undoubtedly took the crown.

As his fingers moved, Huang Zhaoyi was initially unaccustomed to it, even feeling a tingling, numbing itch, but after adapting, she slowly experienced an unprecedented sensation—it was very mysterious.

So, even just stroking the neck could make one feel aroused; it was an eye-opener for her.

She opened her eyes, staring at his without blinking. This was their first intimate physical contact, and she subconsciously wanted to memorize this moment.

Desperately suppressing the restlessness in his heart, after stroking her neck five times, he used his right index finger to trace her deep collarbone, staring at her large earrings and asking, "Do you really like wearing large earrings?"

Huang Zhaoyi analyzed the deeper meaning behind his words, and finally whispered, "You don't like them?"

Li Heng said, "They're alright; large earrings actually match your graceful and grand demeanor quite well."

Hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi let out a sigh of relief for no reason.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She personally liked large earrings, but because she cared so much about him and it was so hard to have such an intimate moment, she was terrified that the earrings would make him dislike her.

However, before she could finish relaxing, Li Heng continued, "Take them off."

Huang Zhaoyi paused, recalling the accessories of the women around her—Xiao Han wore studs, Mai Sui also wore studs—and couldn't help but ask, "You prefer studs?"

"Yes," Li Heng affirmed.

Huang Zhaoyi, who had just been brimming with joy, couldn't help but dim a little.

Li Heng said, "Don't overthink it. Your earrings are too big; they'll get in the way later."

With that one sentence, Huang Zhaoyi, who had been forcing herself to stay calm, instantly broke down, a flush of red appearing on her face.

Get in the way?

Get in the way of what?

In this situation, did she even need to ask?

Did he really like kissing earlobes that much?

This thought flashed through her mind. Huang Zhaoyi paused, and under the pressure of his gaze, slowly raised her hands to her ears, first obediently taking off the right earring, then the left, putting them together into her handbag.

After doing all this, Huang Zhaoyi raised her head again, meeting his gaze in the cramped space.

Staring at each other, an indescribable atmosphere arose, the ambiguity growing thicker. At one moment, driven by the drug, Li Heng, his eyes red, could no longer control his reason; like a wild beast, he fiercely leaned in and began to bite.

He told her with his actions that he indeed liked kissing earlobes.

The first place his lips landed was her right earlobe.

For a woman, nothing in the world compares to a man; self-relief and the man on one's body are two completely different concepts. Before, she didn't understand this feeling, but now, going from starving to suddenly eating premium imperial grain, she was a bit flattered and felt like she was floating. Growing up, this was the first time she had experienced such mortal bliss.

Yet, this was just relying on his mouth alone.

Did we kiss?

Did I kiss him?

It seems we did.

Huang Zhaoyi was dazed, and under his powerful offensive, she blurredly opened her mouth, earnestly cooperating with him.

But she had absolutely no experience in this area—zero foundation, she couldn't even crawl, so how could she keep up with his sprinting pace?

In an instant, after just a few rounds of "swords and spears," she was overwhelmed and defeated, bumping into his teeth many times.

Li Heng frowned, whispering with great dissatisfaction, "Why are you so clumsy? Even a calf learns to plow the field after being taught three times."

Hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi lowered her eyelids in shame, not daring to look at him.

Her heart was filled with an indescribable emotion—joy, sweetness, helplessness, but mostly, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You, a man who has been through many battles, are nitpicking a weak woman who is on the battlefield for the first time—is that appropriate?

Of course, she wouldn't say this out loud, nor could she, but she felt wronged for herself in her heart.

Seeing her silent, Li Heng didn't stop, his right hand constantly pulling at the red trench coat on her shoulders. Before long, the coat was pushed up to her arms, revealing the white, hollow-patterned base layer underneath.

Feeling his gaze fixed directly on her chest, feeling his aggression, and feeling his breath intensifying step by step, Huang Zhaoyi's heart trembled, her body shook, but she didn't avoid it at all, looking like she was ready to be plucked.

Her white hollow base layer wasn't originally see-through, but under his gaze, it rose and fell constantly, as if all her privates were being exposed in an instant.

It made his eyes go straight!

Huang Zhaoyi secretly glanced at him staring infatuatedly at her fullness, then glanced at her own chest. The amplitude of her chest rising and falling unconsciously increased. She was nervous, but also stimulated, and even more excited!

Being watched by the man she loved, could she not be nervous?

And seeing the man she loved staring in a daze, could she not be happy?

At the very least, it proved she still had charm.

As for the stimulation, it didn't need much interpretation. This was her first time in such contact with a man, her first time falling for a man, and her first time opening her body before a man. Even if she was a woman from a prominent family, even if she was usually seen as unreachable by outsiders, it still came down to that saying, didn't it? A woman adorns herself for the one she loves. Facing the man she was infatuated with, even if she couldn't let go, it was still stimulating.

Actually, this really couldn't be blamed on Li Heng.

It was truly too full inside that bulging white hollow base layer, rising and falling with her breathing—it was just too damn eye-catching and too tempting!

Li Heng was no longer a boy who didn't understand anything; he was an experienced man who had tasted the flavor of meat. At a glance, he judged that hidden beneath the hollow pattern was a rarity that would drive countless men crazy.

Under the influence of the drug and the invisible bewitchment of her perfect figure, he was extremely thirsty now!

At this moment, Huang Zhaoyi, lying diagonally in the seat, looked both beautiful and alluring in his eyes, stirring his heart.

At this time, a greedy thought suddenly drilled into Li Heng's mind: Have her! If I don't take such a rarity, it will only benefit others in the future.

At the same time, another thought rang alarm bells: You haven't met many times, there is no foundation of affection, this is against reason.

Then the first thought retorted: In this situation, why care about so much? Are you going to suffocate yourself? Your body is so congested it's about to burst, and the drug's effect is getting stronger wave by wave. Are you going to act like a gentleman and burst yourself? The problem is, you're someone who keeps several boats on the go, why act like a saint? Are you a man? If you're a man, just do it; at worst, board the boat first and buy the ticket later.

The second thought scolded loudly: No! This woman's family background is not simple; you are courting death.

The first thought sneered coldly, full of disdain: Courting death? Who drugged this? Who made the situation like this? Not going to settle accounts with them is already mercy. How could the Huang and Liu families have the face to come and find trouble with me? Even a clay figure has three parts of fire; who doesn't have a temper? Is it meaningful to be reborn and still talk about benevolence and righteousness, acting like a moral model? When you meet top beauties like Song Yu and Zhou Shihe, your immunity automatically drops by half. How did you have those wet dreams? Don't you have a clue in your heart?

Seeing his expression fluctuating—sometimes flushed red, sometimes pale, sometimes his eyes green with the desire to devour her alive, sometimes restrained and suffering—Huang Zhaoyi froze, realizing the man on top of her was undergoing a final ideological struggle.

While he was struggling, Huang Zhaoyi thought depressingly: Am I really that unattractive? In this situation, I've completely let go, and he's still hesitating?

Having been pursued by the opposite sex for the past thirty years, she was now doubting life.

Doubting if her popularity in the past was fake?

Doubting if she was really getting old?

Thinking of "getting old," her heart stalled, and a kind of sorrow spread throughout her body.

"I was born when you were not, you were born when I was already old." If she were ten years younger, would she need to be so timid?

Facing the man she liked, would she still dodge like this?

Would she still be so cautious?

If she were ten years younger, maybe he wouldn't be so conflicted; maybe he would have already been all over her, doing whatever he wanted?

Just as her thoughts drifted, Li Heng's right hand unconsciously passed through her red coat, pressing hard on her long legs, asking with red eyes, "Do you know why I've become like this?"

He asked, "Have you ever been in a relationship before?"

Huang Zhaoyi looked at him, a guess suddenly jumping into her heart, and she shook her head, answering, "No."

Li Heng leaned in, and when he was less than 10cm from her lips, he breathed hot air and asked again, "So, I am the first man you've ever felt for?"

A flash of surprise crossed Huang Zhaoyi's eyes; she didn't expect him to ask so directly, but she didn't hesitate, choosing to be honest: "Yes!"

Never been in a relationship, and he was the first man she felt for—Li Heng, whose male chauvinism was overflowing, was quite satisfied with this. He then panted and asked, "Are you willing?"

What does "willing" mean?

Is it giving her body to him?

Having driven the car to this wilderness, and lying under him like this, how could she not be willing?

Facing the man she was incredibly infatuated with, the man she dreamed of, would she refuse? It was hard for her to say "no."

She understood that this was his respect before the final act, asking for her opinion.

She also understood that because they weren't that familiar, he asked this question.

First question: Why did it become like this?

It was aimed at telling her that their intimacy in the car was cause and effect; he didn't blame her, but the Huang and Liu families had better not think about settling accounts with him.

Second question: Have you been in a relationship? It showed he had a cleanliness obsession and didn't want to touch women lightly.

Perhaps, he also hoped she would keep herself pure in the future.

Third question: Are you infatuated with me? This was a continuation and deepening of the second question.

Fourth question: Are you willing? It was clearly the final question. If she said she was willing, he would have no concerns; if she wasn't, he would stop and find another way to resolve his desire.

The only thing she was wary of now was that he had been drugged by little Liu Yue. Regardless of whether it succeeded today, and regardless of how he treated her afterward, the drugging would become a stain on their relationship.

This made her mood very complicated.

Huang Zhaoyi knew that if it weren't for little Liu Yue's assist, she wouldn't have gotten so close to him; pursuing him through normal channels would have had no chance. The countless times she had hit a wall in the past proved this well.

But little Liu Yue's assist was too violent, too shocking. Facing him, because of her age, she didn't have much confidence to begin with, and after this incident, she would be even more insecure for a long time to come.

Their breath mingled, and facing his fiery gaze, Huang Zhaoyi nodded silently.

One thought is heaven, one thought is hell.

Understanding what he was about to do, Huang Zhaoyi cast aside her past timidity, self-restraint, and hesitation, choosing to respect her heart to accommodate him and indulge herself.

At this moment, she let go of all her inner demons and obsessions, whispering, "This is my first time."

Her first time!!!

This was already a very clear hint.

Only after exhausting 30 years of courage to say it, her body turned bright red, as if she were in the middle of a red sunset, lowering her head and not daring to look at him.

Very good! A blank relationship history, never experienced a man, and even more, her heart was tied to him—this was a free and willing woman.

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