Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 476 - 298 sleep together~_2

The soft, pretty lips were about to touch his when Jiang Xuan lifted her up by the collar of her dress.

To pass up such a great piece of Tang monk’s meat and kiss a dog instead?

Xia Ye’s room was located on the second floor where the view was the best, with an expansive floor-to-ceiling balcony connecting the bedroom and the walk-in closet. The arched balcony allowed excellent natural light, a floor plan not commonly seen in domestic residences.

When Xia Ye entered the room, Jiang Xuan naturally followed her inside.

Perhaps because it wasn’t the room she stayed in often, Xia Ye didn’t feel the need to be cautious. As soon as she went in, she kicked off her slippers and stepped onto the thick, plush white carpet with her extremely pretty feet and reached up to open her wardrobe.

Jiang Xuan’s gaze moved past her, landing on the bathrobe and towel thrown carelessly on the bed. He loosened his collar, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, "You, taking a shower?"

Xia Ye nodded naturally, "Yeah, I’ve been on a plane all day and had so much to drink, I can’t stand it if I don’t wash up..."

Before she could finish, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled aside. Losing her balance, she toppled in the direction of the force, crashing unexpectedly into a hard, muscular chest.

The gentleman’s hat fell to the ground, and the girl’s mid-length black hair drooped down.

Jiang Xuan pulled her into his embrace and kissed her forehead, a hint of restlessness in his tone, "If you have a shower, I can’t stand it..."

Xia Ye’s gaze fell on his prominent Adam’s apple.

As she watched, she found herself swallowing involuntarily.

It had been a while since she’d had any "Spiritual Energy"...

Jiang Xuan’s dark eyes watched the girl with a drunken glaze without blinking.

The quiet room was incredibly private, every breath audible.

Faint scent lofted from the girl’s hair, her upturned face delicate and radiant, all of it teasing at the man’s nerves, already delicate and sensitive at this moment.

Jiang Xuan didn’t know what he was trying to do. After staring at the girl’s pursed lips for a few seconds, he took off his suit jacket with both hands, and at the same time, he leaned over and kissed her—

The lights overhead suddenly flickered several times, filling the room with rampant "Spiritual Energy."

The Filipina maid brought up a cup of honey tea for sobering up and gently knocked on the door twice, "Miss Xia, Miss Xia?"

There was no answer from inside the door.

The maid carrying fruit spoke up to remind her, "Miss Xia drank quite a bit, she’s probably asleep. Don’t disturb her."

"And the gentleman who came back with Miss Xia, has he gone home?"

"I haven’t noticed, he probably has..."

As soon as the maids left, a ’thud’ was heard from inside the room.

Of course, Xia Ye wasn’t asleep; she was being forced to do some... pre-sleep warm-up exercises...

Xia Ye lay on her back on the princess bed that Third Brother had meticulously arranged.

Welcoming the rain-like barrage of kisses.

Jiang Xuan initially kissed her lightly, lips barely grazing like a dragonfly skimming water.

But as Xia Ye indulged in the unbridled drawing of "Spiritual Energy," the kisses began to lose control.

"Be good, open your mouth..."

Fireworks were resplendent outside the window. With many Chinese residents in the Wealthy District near the border, and perhaps due to the approaching New Year, every night there were big shots setting off fireworks in celebration.

Jiang Xuan was indulging in the fragrant, overflowing sweetness, his interest climbing notch by notch.

Not until he was dizzy did he feel a huge, furry, silver tail wrap around him, and Jiang Xuan realized that today’s "Spiritual Energy" might have been accidentally overfed...

With so many people and chatter outside, continuing would likely lead to trouble.

Looking at the girl before him, her cheeks flushed, and a misty haze in her bright eyes.

The alcohol had mostly dissipated, but she was still drunken.

It wasn’t long before her eyelids began to droop, showing signs of closing.

Jiang Xuan raised his hand, his fingertips wiping away the remaining moisture from the corner of her lips.

His gaze followed a path downward.

Taking advantage of someone in this state...

Although he wanted to, but...

He slightly curved his lips, struggling a bit before patting her head with a large hand, "It’s late, time to sleep."

It sounded easy enough, but the tense arcs of his knuckles and the bulging veins on his neck all attested to the difficulty of his restraint...

Half asleep and half dazed, Xia Ye grabbed his retreating hand and rubbed it against her cheek, her lips mumbling fuzzily, "Even the haystacks in the borderlands are so soft..."

The old ancestors used to like sleeping on haystacks during their practice in Ear Mountain.

But they’d never slept on a haystack that warmed itself...

Jiang Xuan: ...

Forget it, Xia Xian would not return until morning, and if he left now, it seemed even more troublesome to explain...

Under the street lights outside the villa, Shen Jing in the driver’s seat looked toward Miss Xia’s room, her lights extinguished. His mouth formed an ’O’, his philtrum stretched out unusually long.

Outside, the fireworks burst in clusters, as Shen Jing started the car, turned the steering wheel, and quietly and considerately left.