Loss of Power

nor can any girl remain indifferent to it. Sometimes indifference is because there's nothing to be done!But now, Lin Meng feels it's unnecessary!She suddenly leaped with joy, almost bursting into son...Rong Ling was truly surprised! This girl…

He watched, wide-eyed, as the face like jade enlarged before him, inch by inch. He watched, eyes unblinking, as she stopped an inch from his face and then saw her extend her arms like lotus stems, gently pressing them against his skin at his waist. .tw[] Then, with tiny movements, her hands traveled along his side, drifting towards his back, slowly circling his waist. She lowered her bewitching eyes and leaned over his head, placing half of her profile gently against his bare chest. His chest immediately felt damp; it was the tears on her face that hadn't yet dried. He felt that spot where she wiped away her tears instantly heat up, and with it, his chest grew hot as well. The already half-softened desire flared up in an instant, burning like iron!

She was born to be a woman who enticed men. She didn't even need words, just a few youthful gestures could ignite their desires. Rong Ling was surprised at how easily he was beguiled by her, but the rising desire now could only be quenched by her.

He hung his head, murmuring above her. "I gave you the chance to leave, but you didn't take it. So from now on, you have no right to say no!"

As soon as his words left his lips, he grabbed her fiercely, lifting her up in a forceful embrace. Amidst her startled cries, he took giant strides, slamming her onto the bed with a thud. He ripped off the white towel wrapped around her waist and pounced on her like a wild tiger, pinning her down with his weight.

"Zzzzzz"

He ripped her clothes to shreds, roughly kneading her skin which was softer than tofu.

This man, in bed, was always as bold as he was ruthless with his business rivals. He should have treated her the same way, stripping her naked and taking possession of her without hesitation, indulging in his desires with abandon.

But her trembling body was too intense, her flawless skin was too white, her tear-stained face was too pitiful, so... he couldn't help but become gentle. Or perhaps, he simply couldn't afford not to be gentle with her...

A long, lingering kiss rained down on her, leaving her breathless and feeling like she was on fire. But he had to be careful not to hurt her...

He possessed her, and she cried bitterly. She didn't understand that on the bed, one should be unrestrained in their moans, enticing a man's desire, making him blood boil. She endured it, whimpering and humming, like a kitten, truly making him unable to bear it. At the height of her tears, he could only hastily end his desires, holding her close with soft murmurs, as if this were some kind of comfort.

After thinking it over, he felt a twinge of regret, suspecting that he'd been possessed by a ghost! Just one woman, did it have to be so complicated! Thinking this way, as she cried and gradually grew weaker, drowsy and confused, he forced himself on her, taking her roughly. This time, her cries were much quieter, whimpering and moaning softly, almost imperceptibly, which still satisfied him.

Jade Garden Hotel truly lives up to its reputation as a five-star hotel in City J. The presidential suite is worthy of its prestigious title. As the sun rises in the east, pulling open the curtains allows rays of sunshine to flood the room, warm and inviting, making one feel lazy and relaxed. Bathed in this golden sunlight that isn't scorching, one's mood also brightens along with the morning light.

On the pristine white bed lay a black sheet with gold trim. This was his style, specially arranged for him by the guest manager. He had showered and dressed. There wasn't a trace of fatigue on him from last night's revelry. This was a man brimming with energy, but also one with extraordinary self-control.

He lowered his gaze, looking at the girl lying on the bed. He was drawn to her once again, even though he had already spent the night with her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she was incredibly charming. The golden sunlight fell upon her face like porcelain, making it seem alive and radiant. There were faint shadows in her eyes because she was tired from last night, but this did not detract from her beauty; instead, it added a touch of fragility, making her even more endearing.

Her breath was very shallow, as gentle and light as she was. Even when asleep, it was a whisper-quiet inhale and exhale, as if afraid of disturbing something. Her rosy lips, flushed from yesterday's ravishment, now radiated an alluring crimson that was both captivating and heart-stopping. Slightly parted, they beckoned for another kiss. Her porcelain complexion, tinged with pink, nestled within the darkness of her raven hair like clouds, a beauty so striking it stole your breath away. She was like an angel, yet also like a fairy!

He came to his senses and sat down beside her.

The soft bed dipped slightly under his weight, she pursed her bright lips and buried her head further into the blankets. In her quietude, she resembled a cute little kitten.

He reached out, gently stroking the lips that he had kissed countless times. The touch still sent a ripple through his heart with ease. His eyes deepened, a familiar tide of desire surfacing in his chest. And so, he lowered his head and kissed those lips again, lips that were endlessly tempting. From the initial tenderness to the gradually increasing pressure, even to the bite, she finally couldn't bear it and awoke from her peaceful dream.

Opening her eyes, the sharp lines took her breath away!

She seems to be extremely easily startled!

He punished her with a bite on the mouth, then lifted his head.

She had remembered why she was here, and also everything from last night. Then, her face drained of color, she hastily pulled the covers over herself, concealing herself completely except for a pair of eyes filled with moisture, trembling nervously, and a smooth forehead that flashed rapidly.

He found her like this quite interesting, so he curled his lips into a smile. His deep eyes and affectionate gaze made her blush all over, her whole body flushing with heat, even her smooth, fair forehead was no exception!

She's extremely easy to blush! Nowadays, girls who blush are quite rare! I wonder how Lin Pao raised her. She looks like a wealthy young lady raised in seclusion and rarely seen by others!

"What did your father say to you"

He possessively caressed her forehead, letting the soft touch gently glide over his heart.

She blinked, her eyes half-closed, and let out a soft hum like a kitten. "Daddy said I have to listen to you," she whispered shyly, "and spend a week with you!"

"Don't you have class" He began to play with her hair. It was incredibly black and shiny, and unusually soft—truly like silk.

She increasingly hid from his deep gaze, replying in a low voice, "I've taken leave!" The beginning of awkwardness! At her age, everyone should be studying hard at school. How could she waste time waking up in a man's bed and... and... doing... that kind of thing!

Her heart ached again, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He saw it, but remained impassive, and then asked, "How old is it"

She pursed her lips, after a long silence, she hesitated before finally saying, "Sixteen..." At such an age, it wasn't appropriate to do something like this. She knew that.

He nodded, agreeing with his guess. Releasing her hair, he stood up and instructed calmly. "You can rest today, don't wander off. If you want anything, just call room service, someone will bring it to you."

She hummed softly in agreement.

He heard, or perhaps he didn't hear, and walked away by himself.

She curled up in her bed, bathed in the bright sunshine, but a hollow shame welled up in her heart, along with a feeling of sinfulness that even the brightest and warmest sunlight couldn't wash away.

This book is first released by this website, please do not reprint!n leaving either.Lin Meng and Jiang Po Lang's relationship could be better, they are both around the same age and classmates. It would be more natural for Lin Meng to accept Jiang Po Lang's feelings....