Sedução Noturna em Pequim
【Círculo de elite de Pequim + casamento por conveniência que vira amor + duplamente puros + tensão ao extremo】 O poderoso e ardiloso chefão do círculo de Pequim, com um toque rebelde, versus a lumino
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Paris, France, on a night of torrential rain.
Layer upon layer of low, heavy clouds was torn apart by lightning, followed by deep, rumbling thunder that still could not drown out the conversation between the man and woman in the VIP suite on the top floor of the Bvlgari Hotel.
The lights were off. Xu Tanxi sat astride the man’s lap, her pale, slender legs half-hidden beneath the hem of her dark green dress. A flash of lightning illuminated both their faces. Emotions churned in the man’s deep, ink-dark eyes. One hand pressed against Xu Tanxi’s thigh while the other gripped her chin.
Forced to lift her face, Xu Tanxi exhaled with wine-scented breath. Her slightly upturned eyes were hazy with intoxication, alluring enough to steal the soul, like a妖精 from the depths of the night.
“Does your husband know you’re doing this with me?”
Xu Tanxi frowned. “Who taught you to ruin the mood like that? What if he knows? What if he doesn’t? It’s nothing but a miserable arranged marriage. If he pushes me too far, I’ll die along with him. If he has the guts, he can die with me and become my ghost husband.”
The man’s voice was low and cold, and his grip on her chin tightened.
“You really don’t want to be his wife?”
Xu Tanxi found him irritatingly slow and said impatiently, “Why so many questions? Are you going to do this or not?”
“Answer me first, sweetheart.” His voice was gentle as he coaxed her.
His voice was beautiful, deep and magnetic, with a rising lilt at the end that carried an inexplicable tenderness. X