The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1326 Yunrui's sincerity: This moment belongs only to her

Her face was reflected in Qi Ruixiang's pupils, but in the depths of the darkness, he could see the red corners of Gu Yunxi's eyes in the bathroom, her seductive look when she bit her lip and said "don't stop", and her stubborn back as she curled up in the quilt with her back to him, pretending to be asleep.

"An'an..."

"It's me..." Yang Xiaotang's fingertips stroked his brow bone, and the sadness in her eyes could not be hidden.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were touching a fragile treasure. "I'm here."

Before the warmth from his fingertips dissipated from her brow bone, Qi Ruixiang suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips fiercely.

This was not the punitive gnawing from before, but a desperate and eager one. The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth roughly and rushed into her mouth with a strong smell of alcohol.

Yang Xiaotang's breathing suddenly stopped, and her fingers subconsciously grasped his shirt, leaving deep wrinkles on the fabric.

His kiss became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances, anger and unwillingness that had accumulated over the past few days into this kiss.

Yang Xiaotang could feel his trembling, the shudder coming from between his lips and teeth, with an indulgence that was almost desperate.

She no longer passively endured it, and her tongue tip tentatively moved forward to meet his, entangled with his.

The warm light from the wall lamp fell on their intertwined eyelashes, casting a fine shadow. Qi Ruixiang's hand slid up along her waist, his fingertips hooking onto the clasp of her bra. With a soft "click", the feeling of restraint instantly disappeared.

Yang Xiaotang's body suddenly tensed up, and then all her strength seemed to be drained away, and she softened in his arms.

Just as Qi Ruixiang was about to deepen the kiss, Yang Xiaotang suddenly pressed her knees against his waist, and taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted, she turned over and pressed him under her.

The movement was so fast and violent that Qi Ruixiang was caught off guard, his back hitting the mattress with a dull thud. He looked up at the woman riding on him, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he was overwhelmed by a deeper desire.

Yang Xiaotang's shirt had already been opened, revealing her delicate collarbone and heaving chest.

Her hair was scattered on her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty neck. Her eyes were as bright as tempered steel, with a sharpness that showed she was in control of the overall situation.

This look was very similar to the way Gu Yunxi rode on him with red eyes after a quarrel - just as stubborn, just as determined to fight to the death.

"Qi Ruixiang," her fingertips brushed across the open collar of his shirt, her voice low but filled with unquestionable power, "Now, listen to me."

Qi Ruixiang didn't say anything, but raised his hand to grab her wrist, the strength of his fingertips carrying tacit indulgence.

Alcohol was still coursing through his blood, but his rationality had long been overwhelmed by desire. The figure of the person in front of him completely overlapped with Gu Yunxi in his memory. Those suppressed desires were like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly drowning him.

Yang Xiaotang leaned over and kissed his Adam's apple, gently licking the rolling skin with the tip of her tongue.

Qi Ruixiang's breathing suddenly became heavier, his chest heaving violently, and the hand that was holding her wrist unconsciously loosened, and instead pressed her waist, pressing her tighter against him.

Her kiss moved down his neck, her teeth nibbling gently at his collarbone, leaving a trail of red marks of varying depths. Qi Ruixiang inserted his fingers into her hair, pressing her head hard against his chest, a suppressed moan escaping from his throat.

Yang Xiaotang did not stop. Her kiss was carried out with an almost devout concentration, moving all the way down, across his firm chest, flat belly, and stopping at the belt buckle.

She traced her fingertips across the cool metal teasingly, then slowly pulled out the belt.

The sound of the belt buckle sliding across the trouser loop was particularly harsh in the quiet room, as if knocking on Qi Ruixiang's tense nerves.

He watched Yang Xiaotang throw the belt on the ground and lean over to him, his breathing instantly becoming hot.

"You..." There was a barely perceptible pleading in his voice, and his body trembled slightly because of his endurance.

Yang Xiaotang raised her head, the gloom in her eyes had long been replaced by flames.

She didn't say anything, but responded with a deeper kiss. This kiss was irresistibly aggressive, her tongue slid across his lips and teeth, blocking out all his words.

Her hand slid down his waistline, her fingertips slipped into his trousers, and she gently pulled. The sound of the zipper sliding down was like a switch, instantly igniting all the fuses.

Qi Ruixiang turned over suddenly, trying to regain the initiative, but Yang Xiaotang held his shoulders tightly.

"I told you, listen to me." There was a hint of provocation in her eyes, but her fingers moved more wantonly.

Qi Ruixiang's struggle gradually weakened, and he finally completely sank into her gentleness and strength.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her gardenias and letting desire consume him completely.

Yang Xiaotang's movements became more and more bold, and her kisses fell densely on his body, with every inch carrying a burning temperature.

She could feel the changes in his body, hear his suppressed breathing, and feel the strength of his fingertips pinching her waist - these real reactions were like a shot of adrenaline, making her even more unscrupulous.

She knew what she was doing and knew that it was just a drunken indulgence.

But when Qi Ruixiang held her tightly in his arms, when his breath intertwined with hers, and when he whispered that vague name in her ear, she still felt her heart being tugged at.

But she didn't stop, she just kissed him harder, as if to force the name out of his throat and replace it with her own.

Qi Ruixiang's sanity had long since disappeared. He was like a wild beast out of control, completely releasing all his repression and desire.

He turned over and pressed Yang Xiaotang under him, but the moment she frowned, he unconsciously slowed down his movements, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.

This subtle movement did not escape Yang Xiaotang's eyes. Her heart trembled suddenly, and she responded with a tighter hug.

The temperature in the room grew higher and higher, the warm light from the wall lamp distorted by the steaming heat, reflecting the intertwined figures of the two people. Sweat soaked their hair and blurred their vision, but made the feeling of each other's touch more clear.

The sounds of panting, moaning, and the friction of skin intertwined together, like an out-of-control symphony, playing wildly in the silent night.

Yang Xiaotang dug her fingers into Qi Ruixiang's back, leaving shallow scratches.

Qi Ruixiang's kiss fell on her shoulder with a hint of punishment, but when she cried out in pain, he gently licked the skin with the tip of his tongue.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally reached the top at the same time amidst a violent tremor.

Yang Xiaotang collapsed in Qi Ruixiang's arms, gasping for breath, her hair disheveled and stuck to her face, her skin glowing an alluring pink.

Qi Ruixiang hugged her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, breathing heavily, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

The alcohol gradually wore off and my rationality returned bit by bit. Looking at the exhausted woman in my arms and the marks I left on her body, a complex emotion surged in my heart.

Guilt, regret, and an inexplicable throbbing were tangled together like a tangled mess, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Yang Xiaotang seemed to notice his stiffness. She raised her head and gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips, her movements as gentle as if soothing a wounded animal. "Don't think about it." Her voice was lazy and tired afterward. "We are all the same."

Qi Ruixiang didn't say anything, but just hugged her tighter. The moonlight outside the window had grown brighter at some point, shining through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

He knew that Yang Xiaotang was right. They were all the same, pitiful people caught in this emotional tangle, each seeking a glimmer of solace in their own way, even if it was only a brief moment of despair...

Yang Xiaotang rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

She knew that after dawn, everything would return to the starting point. He might flee from her like fleeing the plague, return to Gu Yunxi, and continue to be the fool whose emotions were affected by her.

But at least at this moment, he belongs to her.

This thought brought a hint of humble satisfaction, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep...