Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 517: That man, really addictive...

Just listen for a little while...

What if the CEO forgot something and called out to him, and he didn’t hear? How embarrassing would that be?

Thinking this, Xia Ye’s small steps had already stopped in front of the tightly closed sliding door of the lounge.

Without having time to prepare mentally, she heard the high-quality wooden board creak twice.

Indeed, not a minute was wasted; the conversation cut directly to the main topic!

Shen Jing pressed her little ear close to the crack in the door, and surprisingly, it was somewhat quiet inside.

The sound of fabric friction was clear, and Shen Jing covered her mouth, her heart racing up to her throat.

In her mind, frame by frame, were high-definition uncensored dynamic scenes.

Just then, the CEO’s low and deep voice rang out, further pushing the imagined amorous atmosphere to its peak.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

Miss Xia’s voice sounded muffled as she responded with an "Mmm."

The CEO then asked, "Shall we continue from where we left off last time?"

Miss Xia "mmmed" again.

The CEO chuckled softly, "Don’t fall asleep before it’s over, like last time..."

Xia Ye responded with a tone that sounded somewhat accusing, "That’s because you took too long."

!!!

Shen Jing felt like a kettle boiling over, with hot steam hissing out from the top of her head, her ears, her nostrils!

The CEO is so amazing!!

No, no, I can’t listen anymore.

Shen Jing, clinging to her last shred of restraint, moved her ear, which was practically embedded in the door, away.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, that naturally magnetic voice of the CEO came from inside again—

"Alright, last time was my fault, so this time I’ll tell a shorter story... A little fox walked and walked, crossed high mountains, rivers, and came to a lush great forest, where she met a little rabbit. The fox asked the rabbit, ’Do you know where there’s a village nearby?’..."

Shen Jing, who hadn’t had time to cover her ears, felt like her nosebleed was about to start, but wait... why did it sound increasingly off?

Tell a shorter story? A little fox? A little rabbit?

Is the CEO... telling Miss Xia a bedtime story?

Continue from last time, it took too long, are all referring to a bedtime story???

Shen Jing deflated like a punctured ball; where had she ever seen such a scene in a domineering CEO novel!

Although disappointed, on second thought, being gently held in the CEO’s arms while being told a bedtime story... seemed quite appealing!

On the large bed in the lounge, the current scene was more or less as Shen Jing had imagined.

Inside the soft and comfortable duvet, Jiang Xuan was leaning against the headboard, holding a hardcover storybook.

The man’s palms were broad and thick, making the children’s book in his hands seem very small and somewhat out of place.

Xia Ye was curled up in his arms, her head resting on his arm, wrapped snugly in the blanket. The plane had left the Southern Hemisphere, and the temperature was gradually dropping, but she still seemed comfortably warm.

The "Straight Man’s Romance Handbook" article sixty-four: Often, you shouldn’t treat your girlfriend as a girlfriend; rather, you should pamper her like a daughter, especially when the man is significantly older than the woman.

Jiang Xuan calculated the age difference between himself and Xia Ye...

It seemed that just pampering her like a daughter was far from sufficient...

Xia Ye didn’t care what story he told; she just casually listened to the sound. She coveted the warmth of his body, dry and warm, even the smell of cedar in her dreams was comforting and pleasant.

Moreover, she wasn’t exactly sure how humans fell in love in the first place.

Jiang Xuan, at least, had the romance handbook.

So no matter what Jiang Xuan did, as long as she didn’t hate it, she would accept it, to avoid seeming out of step with the rest.

She thought this was how boyfriends and girlfriends in the human world were, all fuss and frills, even bedtime ’romance’ books came with pinyin.

"The little rabbit said: ’There shouldn’t be any nearby, go ahead and look further...’"

Jiang Xuan’s voice was naturally low and cold; even when many people spoke at once, his voice could be quickly discerned from amongst them.

But because it was storytelling time, not a meeting, he infused it with some emotion.

Who would have guessed that once his tone softened, it became incredibly affectionate.

A children’s primer was read by him as though it had the voice of a male lead from a romance novel.

The lively and cute little rabbit also took on the image of a domineering executive rabbit.

No wonder Xia Ye thought of it as a ’romantic’ book.

As the plane pierced through the clouds and the temperature dropped further, the cabin’s temperature control system had yet to keep up, so Jiang Xuan tucked in the blanket corner for her: "The little fox thanked the rabbit and then, with her backpack, continued on her way, passing through low-growing shrubs, and she noticed the leaves near the ground stirring..."

This children’s book was perfect for Xia Ye; the little fox in the story was just like her.

Jiang Xuan turned a page of the book, his gaze following: "Turns out, a bright green python was coiled up in the bushes..."