Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 278 Just give it a try

It was dark outside the window, and the moonlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting a hazy glow on the room.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

The breaths of the two people intertwined, sticky and hot, inseparable.

Her white and tender fingers gently stroked the man's chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she was burned by his body temperature, but she was reluctant to leave.

Xie Jincheng lowered his head and kissed her lips, locking her tightly in his arms.

His breath enveloped her, with a faint scent of cedar and a hint of tobacco. This familiar smell made Shen Qianhe almost think that the Xie Jincheng she was familiar with had returned.

The man's kiss gradually deepened, with a hint of aggression, while at the same time carefully controlling the strength, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

He placed his hands on her slender waist and pulled her closer to him.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together without a single gap, and even their heartbeats were almost in sync.

My breathing became increasingly irregular.

At the critical moment when the two of them were about to fire their guns, Xie Jincheng's cell phone suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing broke the charming atmosphere in the room.

Shen Qianhe trembled slightly and subconsciously wanted to move away, but he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

It was not until the bell rang for the second time that Xie Jincheng stepped back slightly, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing still rapid.

There was still lust in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Wait for me."

Shen Qianhe blushed and nodded.

Xie Jincheng picked up the phone, and the cold light of the screen seemed particularly dazzling in the dim room.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Li Youqian.

His brows furrowed slightly, his fingertips slid open the answer button on the screen, and his voice was low and calm: "Speak."

Li Youqian's hurried voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking very quickly, as if something emergency had happened.

After hearing this, Xie Jincheng's expression instantly turned serious.

Shen Qianhe noticed the change in atmosphere and felt his heart tighten.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, but before she could say anything, Xie Jincheng stood up.

He picked up his nightgown, casually put it on, and walked towards the study without hesitation or looking back.

Shen Qianhe stood there in a daze, watching his back disappear at the door of the study, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

She pulled the quilt over herself and couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "What a cold-blooded man."

It was already past midnight, the night outside the window was dark and thick, the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and the only light left in the room was a small dim lamp by the bedside, barely illuminating Shen Qianhe's face.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

His deep breathing seemed to still linger in my ears.

She sighed, rolled over, and buried her face in the pillow.

She knew she shouldn't complain, after all, his identity and responsibilities were there.

But the inexplicable feeling of loss in my heart can't be shaken off.

My heart felt like it was blocked by something, and I felt suffocated and uneasy.

"Forget it, go to sleep."

She mumbled to herself and forced herself to sleep.

The terrible thing was that as soon as she closed her eyes, her brain couldn't help but automatically replay the previous scene.

Her heartbeat began to speed up again, her cheeks felt slightly hot, and her breathing became rapid.

My fingers unconsciously touched the edge of the bed and touched a small, cold box.