Reborn Spoiled Girl Tames the Regent

Chapter 53 Wanting to do something reckless

The consequence, however, will likely be that she will resent him for the rest of her life...

"Jiang Mian..."

He called her name softly, hoping to at least bring her back to her senses.

However, Jiang Mian was completely deaf to his words and remained leaning on his shoulder, her soft, warm breaths stimulating his nerves.

"Can you help me...?"

Jiang Mian slowly moved her fingertips downwards, as if sketching a painting he knew all too well, and then placed her hand under his penis.

Enveloped in heat, she had no idea what she was doing, only relying on familiar instincts to drive him toward the abyss.

Xiao Hengzhi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind exploded.

He gripped her wrist, the force causing her to groan in pain. The sound was faint, but it was amplified infinitely in Xiao Hengzhi's ears.

"Jiang Mian..." His voice was hoarse, like a blade cutting through his throat, "Do you know what you're doing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Mian slowly raised her head, her eyes burning with suppressed... unconscious *.

Her ears were filled with a buzzing sound, and she couldn't hear any of the sounds around her. All she could feel was the touch of the person in front of her, which made her blood rush to one place.

She moved closer to him, pressing her lips against his taut neck, mumbling something unintelligible, only giving him light pecks.

Xiao Hengzhi's breathing became completely disordered.

His reason was slowly crumbling, and it took him almost all his strength to push her away.

“Stop moving…” he said, staring into his eyes and emphasizing each word.

However, Jiang Wan seemed not to hear him, only watching his lips open and close, and then she kissed him lightly.

That familiar, soft touch instantly shattered all of Xiao Hengzhi's defenses.

He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly towards him.

A soft breath escaped Jiang Wan's lips. As their breaths mingled, their lips and tongues swept across each other, so soft and smooth, it was as if she wanted to swallow them whole.

He swept her up in his arms and carried her onto the bed. As his body sank, all reason receded like the tide, leaving only instinctive desire to dominate him.

His eyes were burning red, devoid of any reason, and he thirstily absorbed her breath from his forehead, between his brows and lips.

This is his woman.

In this life and the last, they belong to him.

He wanted to kiss her... he thought about it a thousand times, ten thousand times.

Her warmth, her breath—everything about her was arousing him.

He was deeply entangled, with an undisguised possessiveness.

With practiced ease, he unbuttoned her collar, closed his eyes, and lifted her back, bringing her closer to him.

While undressing her, he casually moved downwards, circling around every sensitive spot on her body.

He knew all too well how to excite Jiang Mian. Even though she hated him to the bone in her past life, she would still tremble all over and cry and beg for mercy.

He wanted to see her cry, to see her shed tears, to hear her call his name indistinctly, preferably with longing and tenderness, just like he always did when he called her name.

"Membryo..."

"Well......"

Jiang Mian murmured unconsciously, and skillfully tugged at his collar.

However, at that moment, Xiao Hengzhi suddenly came to his senses.

This was her first time. She was inexperienced.

He froze. His fingers stopped at her waist, and he dared not move.

His breathing became erratic and heaving, his chest pounding with intense emotions.

No... we can't do that.

Jiang Mian looked at him blankly, her eyes moist, filled with innocent dependence and unguarded naivety.

He suppressed his impulse.

My breathing was heavy, my throat was dry, and it felt like I was walking on the edge of a cliff.

"no……"

He forcefully suppressed all his emotions, panting heavily as he pushed Jiang Mian away.

You will hate me...

Even though he had done everything in the past, even though Jiang Wan had taken the initiative to get close to him, he didn't dare to take the risk now.

Jiang Mian's eyes suddenly reddened, as if she had been provoked by his words, and she began to sob softly.

Xiao Hengzhi's eyes dimmed, and his hands trembled slightly as he slowly dressed her, feeling as if countless ants were crawling inside his body.

He didn't know how he got through the night.

The next morning, Jiang Wan awoke to warmth and tranquility. Soft morning light filtered through the bed curtains, illuminating every corner of the room.

She looked up for a moment, then seemed lost in thought, as if struggling from a long dream, her breathing becoming sluggish and weak, or as if she had been floating in the deep sea for a long time, her whole body limp.

She blinked, her gaze gradually focusing, and her consciousness slowly returning.

The bedding on his body carried a faint sandalwood scent; this was Xiao Hengzhi's room.

She vaguely remembered drinking that cup of tea last night, and afterwards feeling incredibly hot all over...

Later... her thoughts stagnated in a state of confusion, and she couldn't quite remember what happened afterward.

But a chill ran through her as she suddenly thought—

Xiao Hengzhi was also drugged last night. Even if he was not feeling well, he must have been able to do it last night.

She quickly looked down to check and saw that her clothes were on properly and her hair was not messy, so she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She let out a soft breath. Fortunately, Xiao Hengzhi was still well-behaved and didn't do anything reckless.

But what about the others?

Jiang Mian looked around; the room was empty.

She gently propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her legs momentarily too weak to obey her commands, and it took her a few moments to regain her balance.

As she walked towards the front room and stepped inside, her gaze immediately fell upon the ground.

Xiao Hengzhi was lying on the ground, his clothes slightly disheveled, his collar open, revealing the skin of his neck that was soaked with sweat.

He exuded a sense of melancholy and exhaustion, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were pale and chapped, as if he had gone through a period of torment.

"Xiao Hengzhi?"

Jiang called him softly, but there was no answer, not even the slightest sound.

This medicine is so potent, I hope he doesn't die...

Jiang Wan quickly walked to his side, squatted down, and nudged him: "Xiao Hengzhi?"

The person on the ground twitched their brows slightly, their eyelashes trembled, and then they slowly opened their eyes.

"You're awake." His voice was low and hoarse, like sand grinding against something, making it painful to listen to.

Jiang Wan breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw him wake up. She then asked, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, it's nothing," he replied weakly.

"It's good that you're alright..."

Just as Jiang Wan was about to say something, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red mark on his palm. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed his hand to examine it closely. There was a knife wound on his palm; the blood had dried, but the flesh was slightly rolled back, a horrifying sight.

My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted out, "What happened to your hand?"