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Watching the unnaturally curled-up Rao Jie, Wu Rong felt a pang of heartache. Yet he completely forgot that he was the one who had dealt her the final blow, rubbing salt into her wounds.
As he gazed, he suddenly felt that the bed seemed too large, so vast that it made her sleeping alone appear somewhat pitiful. Wu Rong's body acted before his mind could catch up; he removed his outer coat and climbed under the covers, reaching out to support Rao Jie. It seemed she sensed something, naturally leaning into him and curling up in his embrace.
Wu Rong's throat went dry as he shamelessly said, "You came over on your own! This has nothing to do with me!" Rao Jie remained oblivious, her body no longer curled up but instead comfortably nestled against him, allowing her to sleep soundly.
Wu Rong couldn't help but feel satisfied, his arms full and his heart content as he looked down at Rao Jie. Her clean, rosy face was still marked with a sense of grievance and vulnerability. He became entranced, unable to resist kissing her—from her slightly swollen eyes to her flushed nose, from her plump cheeks to her sweet red lips.
Unprepared for such affection and actions, Rao Jie seemed sadly accustomed to it; in her dazed state, she even opened her mouth slightly, allowing Wu Rong to become increasingly bold and even responding helplessly.
She was utterly endearing. How could Wu Rong possibly hold back? He rolled over and pressed himself against Rao Jie, kissing her without restraint.
Rao Jie found the kisses a bit overwhelming and let out soft whimpers of protest like a small animal. But Wu Rong shamelessly pressed on. He didn't want to stop, yet his body felt like it was about to explode from desire. In the end, it was only his reason that tore him away from Rao Jie.
Kneeling above her, he panted heavily before gritting his teeth and lamenting, "It's all your fault!" while playfully flicking her forehead.
Finally given a chance to breathe in her sleep, Rao Jie wore an expression tinged with slight grievance. Wu Rong found this version of her even more tempting to tease.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Rong reluctantly went to the bathroom for a moment of relief.
The next morning, Rao Jie slowly woke up, suddenly feeling that the blankets were warmer than usual. Moreover… why did it seem like she wasn't lying on a big bed but rather in a small space where she felt constrained?
As she moved slightly, she realized she was holding onto something and that something was entangled around her legs. After a moment of confusion, chills ran down her spine.
When she abruptly opened her eyes, what met her gaze was a distinctly shaped neck with a prominent Adam's apple. Looking up further revealed a well-defined jawline adorned with light stubble and then those soft pink lips—lips she remembered vividly not just for their beauty but because their owner had once bullied her.
Rao Jie slowly lifted her head, torn between not wanting to face him yet knowing she had to.
Her delicate features, eyes closed, breathed lightly.
Wu Rong!!
Rao Jie could no longer bear to look at the two of them embracing each other.
The sunlight during the transition from autumn to winter was gentle, streaming through the glass window and casting a soft glow on the white sheets, creating a scene that should have been pure and holy.
Yet, Rao Jie felt as if she had fallen into hell.
Instinctively, she wanted to pull away, but as soon as she moved, she realized how tightly they were intertwined.
Her neck rested against Wu Rong's arm, one of her hands wrapped around his waist while his other hand pressed down, holding her back. Their four legs were entangled in such a way that it seemed they were on the verge of becoming a knot.
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