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

Chapter 1298 Yunrui Enchanting: Passionate and Indifferent

Gu Yunxi shook his head and took the initiative to unbutton his pajamas.

Her fingertips were trembling, and she missed the buttonhole several times, but she stubbornly refused to let him help. Qi Ruixiang looked at her serious profile, at the light dancing on her eyelashes, and suddenly felt a sharp hit somewhere in his heart - how could he have such a surging desire for her like this?

But when her fingertips finally touched his skin, all her remorse disappeared.

Gu Yunxi's palm was soft and slightly cool. It pressed against his chest and slowly slid down.

Her movements were awkward, but they carried a certain crazy magic that made his breathing heavier and his eyes darker.

"Ruixiang..." Her voice was tearful, but it was not because of fear, but because of extreme emotion that made her hoarse.

Qi Ruixiang leaned over and kissed her. This kiss was no longer restrained like before, but rather predatory.

His palm stroked her back, his fingertips rolling over the depression of her butterfly bone. The skin there was as delicate as porcelain, but it trembled slightly under his touch.

Gu Yunxi could sense his conflict. His kiss carried an irresistible force, but when his fingers touched the old wound on her waist, he instantly softened his strength.

His body pressed tightly against hers, but whenever she gasped, he would stop and ask, "Does it hurt?" This careful cherishing moved her more than any intense possession.

"I want you." She whispered in his ear, her voice as soft as a sigh, but with enough weight to completely shatter the last bit of his sanity.

Qi Ruixiang no longer hesitated. He hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to embed their bones together.

Gu Yunxi could hear his increasingly heavy breathing and feel the changes in his body. The scenes that he had only dared to imagine in his dreams now became extremely clear and real.

The floor lamp in the study was shaken by the collision, and the warm yellow light cast mottled shadows on the overlapping skin of the two people.

Gu Yunxi looked at Qi Ruixiang's tense jawline, the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes filled with only his own reflection. He suddenly felt that the haze left by nightmares and pains in the past had been dispelled by the light of this moment.

In the second half of the night, Qi Ruixiang carried Gu Yunxi back to the bedroom.

She curled up in his arms like a tamed kitten, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He wrapped the quilt around them, his movements as gentle as if they were fragile treasures.

"You smell so good!" Gu Yunxi's voice was buried in the crook of his neck, filled with sleepiness.

Qi Ruixiang tightened his arms and hugged her even tighter. "I'll let you smell it every day from now on." His voice was hoarse with fatigue, but extremely firm.

The moonlight poured in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the two people hugging each other.

The air is filled with the fragrance of shower gel and a touch of love, interweaving into a romantic nocturne...

The morning light filtering through the gap in the curtains cut a glaring line on the carpet.

When Qi Ruixiang opened his eyes, Gu Yunxi was no longer in his arms.

He sat up suddenly, the quilt slipped from his shoulders, and the scratches on his back glowed red in the light.

The door of the guest room was ajar, and rustling sounds could be heard from inside, as if someone was hurriedly getting dressed.

The warmth from her wrapping around him last night still lingered in his skin, but now the empty bed was as cold as ice.

"Awake?" Gu Yunxi's voice came from the door, with a deliberately suppressed calmness, without any trace of the hoarseness from last night.

She had already changed into her dress, combed her hair neatly, and even covered the red mark on her neck with a silk scarf. "I'm going to make breakfast."

Qi Ruixiang looked at her back as she turned around, and the sound of her skirt sweeping across the floor was particularly clear.

Her walking posture was a little unnatural, her lower back slightly hunched—a mark left by last night's fall on the sofa in the study. But her steps were steady, as if she were fleeing from something, not even turning her head.

He slowly put on his pajamas, and when his fingertips touched his waist, he felt a rough texture. It was the red mark she had scratched last night, and a thin layer of scab had formed.

The man in the mirror had dark eye sockets, his chin was as messy as weeds, and there were teeth marks on his neck, making him look like a prey that had been plundered.

There was a crisp sound of a glass falling to the ground in the kitchen.

When Qi Ruixiang rushed over, Gu Yunxi was squatting on the ground picking up fragments. His fingertips were cut and blood was dripping down between his fingers.

"Don't move." He grabbed her wrist with such force that she frowned.

The medicine box was placed on the top shelf of the cupboard. He had prepared it specially for her half a year ago.

When the cotton swab dipped in iodine touched the wound, Gu Yunxi shrank back, but did not complain about the pain as usual.

"Thank you." She pulled her hand back and wrapped the wound with a Band-Aid, moving quickly as if she was completing a task.

Qi Ruixiang watched her turn around to fry eggs, and the frying pan hit the stove with a loud clanging sound.

The egg yolk exploded in the hot oil, splashing onto the back of her hand. She just shook it off quickly without even frowning. Last night, when she burned her fingertips in his arms, she would have red eyes and asked him to blow on them for a long time.

By the time breakfast was placed on the table, the sunlight had already flooded over it.

The toast was burnt black, the yolk of the soft-boiled egg had flowed all over the plate, and the milk cup was still stained with fingerprints that had not been wiped clean. Gu Yunxi sat opposite, mechanically poking the egg with a fork. The sound of the silver fork hitting the porcelain plate was particularly harsh in the silent restaurant.

"I have to see a doctor this afternoon," she said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the eggs on her plate. "It's time for rehab."

"I'll go with you." Qi Ruixiang just put the bread to his mouth and put it back.

"No need." Gu Yunxi raised his head, his eyes cold, "Just let the driver take me there. Don't you still have to keep an eye on the Miaoyin Media project? Yan Wanqing sent an email yesterday."

When she mentioned Yan Wanqing's name, Qi Ruixiang's fingertips paused.

Last night she lay on his shoulder, bit his ear and said, "Don't let Sister Wanqing know." Her hot breath made his neck itchy.

Thinking about it now, it seems like an absurd dream.

Gu Yunxi finished her last bite of bread, picked up her bag, and was about to leave. The silk scarf fluttered around her neck, revealing a faint red mark underneath, like a patch that hadn't been properly covered.

"I'm leaving now." She put her hand on the door handle and paused for half a second. "Last night... I'm sorry to bother you."

The moment the door closed, Qi Ruixiang grabbed the milk cup on the table and smashed it against the wall. Glass fragments mixed with milk stains splattered everywhere, like a messy abstract painting.

He walked into the living room and saw his shirt draped on the sofa - it was the one she had put on last night, and the collar was still stained with her perfume, lily of the valley mixed with cedar, so sweet that it was cloying.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Yan Wanqing: "I'm going to the company this morning to discuss a project. Are you free?"

Qi Ruixiang stared at the screen for a long time, his fingertips hovering over the words "busy" for a long time, and finally replied "right there".

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold water to pour over his face. The cold water flowed down his jawline, but it could not extinguish the irritability in his heart.

The red marks in the mirror are still there, but the temperature of last night has washed away the sand painting, leaving nothing behind.

In the company's conference room, Yan Wanqing, wearing a smart suit, was having a video conference with her British partner.

When she saw Qi Ruixiang come in, she just raised her eyes and pointed to the empty seat next to her.

After the meeting, Yan Wanqing handed him a document. "This is the revised contract. Take a look." Her gaze paused at his neck, revealing a few red marks where the scarf wasn't covering it. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Well, I'm a little busy." Qi Ruixiang opened the document, but his fingertips were trembling.