Chapter 52: Qianmo… Come with Me?

The blanket was folded into the shape of a dumpling, and the man’s long legs poked out from underneath.

Beiming Shaoxi moved a little, and the part of the blanket that covered his private parts fell off as well.

A beautiful stark-naked male body appeared right before her eyes.

Ji Anan’s face flushed with embarrassed astonishment. He didn’t sleep with pajamas on?

The man’s red eyes opened, and he stared at her calmly.

Ji Anan looked like she had seen a ghost. “Ummm… I…”

“…”

“I simply got cold and wanted a blanket!”

She turned around to run, but a large hand grabbed her wrist, then with a forceful yank, she stumbled into his warm arms.

Beiming Shaoxi’s hot breath closed in on her as he took deep and heavy breaths. He had been waiting for her for a while.

Ji Anan struggled vigorously. “Let go of me!”

“Want me now?” His passionate kiss landed on her neck, as blazing as a hot stove. “So you didn’t climb on my bed and peek at my naked body because you wanted me?”

Ji Anan scrambled for an excuse. “You were the one that purposely turned on the air conditioner and went to bed naked… Beiming Shaoxi, you’re shameless!”

“…”

“I only want the blanket. I don’t want you!”

Her words no doubt had the same effect as a bucket of water poured on him.

Beiming Shaoxi’s cerulean blue eyes looked as if he was hiding a beast inside. He pressed his body on top of hers, and the bed started shaking.

The tumultuous ups and downs of his desire made him unable to stop. He didn’t know whether it was because those libido-stimulating foods were too effective, or maybe it was because she affected him like a seductive love potion.

Her hands grabbed him. “Beiming Shaoxi, you agreed that I would have to be the one to take initiative. If you can’t stick to the agreement, then I’ll break you.”

Beiming Shaoxi’s handsome face was drawn tight, and he made a guttural, deep moan.

“Ji Anan, become my woman. I’ll give you everything you want,” he growled underneath his breath.

“No, I’ll keep holding out.”

Beiming Shaoxi’s menacing eyes stared at her resentfully for a while.

If he was willing to use force, he could devour her any second.

But he wanted her to consent!

His body leaned sideways slightly, and he fell heavily beside her.

Ji Anan rolled off the bed. She desperately wanted to escape, but then she thought about how this was the Beiming manor, and she couldn’t possibly find the gates using just her legs.

She had no choice but to return to the sofa obediently and endure the cold air.

This room temperature had to be only a few degrees above zero! It was basically the tundra in there!

She had already attempted to find the source of the cold air, but it was in vain…

“Can you turn off the air conditioner?”

Beiming Shaoxi laid down at the head of the bed, an inexplicably sullen expression on his face as he tried to suppress his fuming rage.

Ji Anan bit her bottom lip, pulled open her closet, and took out a few coats.

She laid a mink fur coat on the sofa and covered her body with it.

Her frozen little body was curled up in the fetal position under luxurious fur coats that had each cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

In her groggy half-asleep state, she vaguely recalled hearing the forceful slam of a door as Beiming Shaoxi sourly walked out of the bedroom.

Deep in her dreamland, there was a heavy fog.

She saw vines of roses climbing, and a young boy standing under a street light.

Fresh blood trickled down from his arm, dripping…

After being tainted by fresh blood, the white roses were dyed an eerie red color, one by one.

[Nancheng, you killed Ou Yifei?]

Her pupils dilated in sheer horror.

[I’ve already told you, you’re mine. I won’t let anyone else have you!]

[Do you know who he is?! He’s from the Ou family—you’re in big trouble!]

He stood with his back to the light, looking as if he was enveloped in a black hole of darkness.

Tears streamed down her face as she stood before him. She grasped his palm and pressed it against her porcelain face. He was heavily injured, blood dripping down from her chin to her pleated dress.

[Qianmo… come with me?]

That cocky and insolent young boy embraced her and planted sorrowful kisses between her brows and on her cheeks.