Chapter 52: I Just Want to Hide My Wife Away

That soft little hand was searching for the phone inside his pocket, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.

“What is this…?”

The little beauty muttered in a small voice.

A muffled grunt sounded.

In the next instant, Jiang Yaoyao suddenly realized something, and she yanked her hand back as if scalded.

Her delicate face instantly turned a deep shade of red.

She just…

No way…

!!!

Jiang Yaoyao felt like she was burning up, desperately wanting to flee the scene.

Yet, apart from that single sound earlier, Pei Heng remained perfectly composed, as if nothing had happened. In fact, he even calmly reminded her,

“The suit pocket.”

Jiang Yaoyao was so embarrassed that she didn’t know where to place her hands and feet. The lingering sensation on her fingertips was still wreaking havoc on her mind. Pretending as if nothing had happened, she changed direction and reached for Pei Heng’s suit pocket instead.

Her other soft little hand rested on the man’s shoulder for support.

The moment her fingers touched the phone, Pei Heng’s shoulder suddenly leaned backward, throwing off her balance.

Jiang Yaoyao lost her grip, and as if following the force of gravity, she tumbled forward—

And landed directly on top of Pei Heng.

She blinked her bright, panicked eyes, meeting the deep gaze of the man beneath her.

She had to admit, Pei Heng looked breathtakingly handsome no matter the situation.

When he wore a suit, he exuded an air of cold restraint, an untouchable elegance like a flower on a high mountain.

But right now, his pupils carried a faint redness, his sharp nose and thin lips perfectly defined, his gaze slightly hazy.

His disheveled clothes and loosened collar gave him an intoxicatingly seductive allure.

Alluring and dangerous.

Like an irresistibly cunning fox spirit.

Jiang Yaoyao swallowed hard. Her voice came out a little shaky,

“F-Found it… I found the phone…”

“I-I’ll call them right now—”

But before she could finish her sentence, a large, burning-hot hand suddenly wrapped around her fingers.

Pei Heng’s palm felt like a furnace, radiating intense heat.

Jiang Yaoyao’s eyelashes fluttered.

Then she heard his deep, low voice,

“No need to call them.”

The little beauty’s eyes were pure and clueless. “Why?”

Pei Heng’s dark, piercing eyes were fixed on her slightly parted lips, his throat unbearably parched.

His voice dropped lower, his tone laced with a lingering drawl, carrying a hint of vulnerability,

“I want to kiss you, Yaoyao.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s lashes trembled even more. She bit her rosy lips, lying tensely in his arms, whispering hesitantly,

“Can’t you just see a doctor instead?”

Pei Heng shook his head, his voice dripping with temptation,

“Yaoyao, let me kiss you, okay?”

His deep, husky voice carried a dangerous undertone, yet the way he deliberately lowered it made him sound even more pitiful.

“I feel so uncomfortable… If I kiss you, I’ll feel better.”

The little beauty remained frozen in place.

The man’s large hand rested on her back, his fingertips grazing the pale, slender curve of her swan-like neck. Sparks ignited wherever he touched, sending tingles down her spine.

His low, magnetic voice carried both desire and helplessness, and Jiang Yaoyao found herself utterly defenseless against it.

“Didn’t you want to know what that wine tasted like, Yaoyao?”

“Isn’t this the same?”

Jiang Yaoyao was getting lost in his words, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as she mumbled softly,

“Pei Heng… but—”

In the next instant, the man’s hand on the back of her neck tightened slightly, pulling her closer to him.

And then, without hesitation, he captured her soft, rosy lips in a kiss.

Jiang Yaoyao’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze misty with moisture as she stared blankly at the man in front of her.

Even with his eyes closed, Pei Heng looked breathtaking.

His sharp, handsome features carried an undeniable allure.

The combined effects of alcohol and the medicine made him look even more intoxicatingly seductive, completely different from his usual composed self.

At this moment, Pei Heng exuded a devilish charm—his phoenix eyes half-lidded, his expression both lazy and flirtatious.

His strong arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, his possessiveness overwhelming and dangerous, yet utterly mesmerizing.

Beauty was indeed a perilous thing.

Jiang Yaoyao felt herself being completely entranced by him.

The bright overhead lights cast a dazzling glow, making Pei Heng’s already striking features even more bewitching.

The little beauty’s cheeks flushed crimson, and her voice was tinged with moisture, trembling ever so slightly.

She called his name in a soft, delicate voice, like a newborn kitten mewling—scratching right at the most sensitive part of his heart.

Pei Heng pulled away just slightly to press another kiss to her lips, his deep voice lingering by her ear, intoxicating and utterly seductive.

“Don’t be afraid, baby.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst right out of her chest.

The hazy effects of the alcohol clouded her mind, making the ceiling lights blur into two. Her voice came out soft and dreamy, innocent yet sweet, utterly devoid of strength.

“I’m not afraid…”

The warm, golden light illuminated the entire room, where only the sounds of their breathing and racing heartbeats filled the air.

Outside, the night had deepened. The tightly drawn curtains blocked out the spring-like warmth inside the room.

A delicate voice called Pei Heng’s name over and over again, each syllable melting like honey—so tender, so pitifully sweet…

—

The moon hung high in the sky.

Faint strains of music from outside drifted in through a slightly ajar window.

A gust of wind lifted the heavy curtains, revealing a small, delicate hand dangling limply over the edge of the bed.

The poor little beauty had already fallen into an exhausted sleep.

Her eyes were tinged with a faint red at the corners, her long lashes still damp with lingering traces of tears.

Tear-stained and utterly spent.

The handsome man beside her held her tightly in his arms, his deep voice dark with emotion. He pulled her closer, his possessiveness evident in the way his arms tightened around her.

“Yaoyao.”

“Baby.”

His lips brushed lightly against her slightly swollen lips once more, his voice carrying the weight of longing and deep-seated obsession.

“My Yaoyao… you’re finally mine.”

He clung to the little beauty in his arms, pressing kiss after kiss upon her, whispering words laced with a terrifyingly deep devotion,

“Yaoyao, you’re so beautiful.”

“I just want to hide my delicate little wife away.”

“Keep you curled up in my arms, calling me ‘husband’ in the softest little voice…”

“Blindfolded, ears covered.”

“Locked away at home.”

“With only me in your eyes.”