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Chapter 14 Provoking Fire “Don’t use this position again next time”..
Zhao Jichuan listened to her blunt and straightforward words, a flicker of ** passing through his eyes.
He really wanted to ask her, are there any actresses on the screen like her?
Zhao Jichuan raised his hand and effortlessly hooked off the strap of her nightgown, lifting her delicate face as he questioned, “Are you really a female celebrity?”
Han Rao suddenly lost control, her whole body twisting as she laughed out loud. Her eyes were as seductive as silk, yet they held an indescribable clarity. “Female celebrities are human too, can’t they say a couple of dirty words? Besides, my darkened version of a female star is a star with no roles to play. Does President Zhao have any objections?”
Zhao Jichuan bit her jelly-like soft lips and chuckled softly, “No objections.”
He couldn’t help but recall that more than a month ago, when they first met, she was just as loud, glaring at him while speaking in riddles, claiming she hated the rich.
Wasn’t it precisely her wildness and rebellious spirit that attracted him in the first place?
He liked her like this\u2014genuinely real, with blood, flesh, and soul\u2014infinitely better than those mere vases that only knew how to fake a smile.
Zhao Jichuan held her waist, lifting her body up to sit a little higher.
Han Rao’s nightgown hung loosely, slipping down halfway, faintly revealing her collarbone. She lowered her eyes to the prominent collarbone and narcissistically admired, her figure was truly beautiful.
She has studied dance since childhood, has great body proportions, and consistently works out. There are no obvious lines on her body, not a trace of excess fat. Most importantly, she possesses everything a woman should have.
But the next second, Han Rao felt as if she had just awakened from a deep dream, her scalp tingling.
Zhao Jichuan kissed her collarbone very devoutly, even greedily extending his tongue to gently press and suck.
It was as if he were kissing a treasured heirloom.
Han Rao wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her body and repeatedly trying to move backward, but he held her waist and pulled her back. His voice was sexy and hoarse as he said, “You’re the one who started the fire, what are you afraid of?”
Han Rao wrinkled her nose. She only said something blunt, so she never expected him to change so quickly.
Or perhaps, he had already reacted long ago?
Han Rao looked down suspiciously, her fingertips brushing over his Adam’s apple. She smiled, a smile that was calm yet tinged with a hint of teasing.
Sometimes she really had the illusion that she and Zhao Jichuan were a match made in heaven. She always thought he was with her for her looks, while she was with him for his resources.
Thinking about it now, wasn’t she also after looks?
Han Rao touched the man’s brows and eyes; his features were somewhat heroic, very handsome, and all perfectly matched her aesthetic.
Thinking this way, she had both people and money, having the best of both worlds\u2014why not be happy!
Then his temper was just a bit bad, but who told her to throw her lack of money in his face and shout?
Zhao Jichuan was unaware of the little schemes in her heart and never expected Han Rao to boldly and audaciously think in that direction.
He had actually endured it for quite a long time; the woman on him was too seductive
Once the person was in, they no longer cared whether she continued to struggle, their fingertips lifting the final layer of resistance.
The two hadn’t been in contact for a long time, and Han Rao felt her whole body tremble as if it had been electrified. She raised her hand and pulled his arm, and somehow, she actually felt a jolt of electricity.
Zhao Jichuan also laughed along, jokingly saying, “Now we really have a connection.”
Han Rao only heard his teasing but dared not move, letting the electric current slowly pass through her body. She might have been stunned by the shock, stammering as she pressed against him, asking him to go slower.
The woman’s jet-black hair fell down, blocking his view.
Zhao Jichuan’s fingers slipped into her silky hair, and his breath carried the lingering scent of osmanthus from her locks.
He guessed that the hair oil she used probably had this scent.
Han Rao mustered all her strength to lift her head, her swan-like neck strikingly beautiful, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead.
She looked up helplessly into the distance, only to see the two cacti on the windowsill thriving with extraordinary vitality. Moonlight poured over them, and the cactus spines seemed to glisten as well.
Zhao Jichuan felt her gradually relax and kissed her lips.
Han Rao felt as if she were a wild horse running free on the grassland, galloping powerfully across the vast earth.
She looked up, feeling the halo above her head grow larger and smaller intermittently, finally converging into a bright white dot.
She closed her eyes, her memory hazy, as if forgetting what year it was tonight, responding to his kiss only with the most basic instincts of her body, intertwining her lips and teeth with his, letting the river of desire engulf her.
She liked going with the turbulent flow, enjoying this kind of aimless and uninhibited venting.
Who says women can’t take the initiative in this matter?
Who says women can’t truly enjoy the pleasure of making love?
Han Rao just wanted to say that it was all nonsense, and she also wanted to reply to that person with one sentence: it must be because she hadn\u2019t found the right partner.
Zhao Jichuan could truly fulfill her recent request in this matter\u2014kill her.
The white numbers on the LED clock on the table kept flashing, the time passing second by second.
When it ended, Han Rao glanced at the watch face; it was already past two in the morning.
She lay in Zhao Jichuan’s arms as if she had no bones, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist. “Next time, don’t keep using the same position all the time.”
Her legs, along with her pubic bone, were numb from sitting too long, very uncomfortable.
Zhao Jichuan raised an eyebrow; she had indeed made rapid progress.
The first time, she let him take what he wanted, and even though she cried out in pleasure, she only dared to bite him once at the end.
Now I have learned to improve the quality of the experience and have started making requests to him.
Zhao Jichuan was in a good mood. He held her heart in his hand, then raised his hand and gently scraped it with the plain ring on his finger.
Han Rao immediately trembled. She was resting, and suddenly being subjected to such a scene made her want to curse out loud. The words “crazy” were right at the tip of her tongue, but she forced herself to swallow them back down.
Zhao Jichuan looked at her embarrassed expression, feeling great and laughing heartily.
Along with that, all the passionate grudges between her and Xie Yaochen were forgotten by him.
At this very moment, Han Rao belonged to him alone.
Han Rao pouted, rested for a moment, got off him, picked up the pajamas thrown on the floor, and put them back on.
The excitement had worn off, and in fact, her eyelids were already starting to droop. So, she crossed her arms and looked at him, her gaze urging him to leave.
She felt that by inviting him to her home today and being with him, she had already taken a big step back.
She didn\u2019t want to keep lowering her boundaries, didn\u2019t want to actually let a “stranger” stay overnight.
Zhao Jichuan understood her look, took off the watch on his wrist, and said, “I’ll wash up.”
The man raised his hand, his fingertips still stained with a layer of moisture. “Or should I leave with your things as well?”
Han Rao’s face immediately flushed. How had she never known this damn man was so good at flirting before?
She turned her head slightly. “As long as you don’t mind.”
She compromised once again.
Zhao Jichuan immediately got up and went into her bathroom.
The apartment Han Rao rented was really small, especially the bathroom, which couldn\u2019t even accommodate separate wet and dry areas.
Zhao Jichuan didn\u2019t mind, raising his hand to look at the toiletries hanging on the rack.
Han Rao was physically and mentally exhausted, looking completely worn out. She hugged her arms and curled up on the sofa, staring blankly into space.
Suddenly, she remembered something and wandered over to the bathroom door, listening to the faint dripping sounds inside.
Han Rao was torn about whether to help him or not.
Because her water heater heats water on demand, every time it actually takes about ten minutes for the water to reach over fifty degrees, enough to complete a normal shower.
By the time she finished her shower tonight, there was probably hardly any hot water left.
But Zhao Jichuan had been inside for a while\u2014does that mean he knows how to heat water?
Han Rao licked her lips and decided to knock on the door. She couldn\u2019t let him freeze to death; she couldn\u2019t afford that.
If he died, he died, but the key was not to lose her resources\u2014she hadn\u2019t even filmed a single drama yet.
Zhao Jichuan heard the knock and casually turned off the water. “What is it?”
Through the door, the man’s deep voice came through.
“Exactly, you have to heat the water first with that water heater,” she said.
Zhao Jichuan: “Do you think I’m stupid enough not to know the water heater needs to heat the water?”
Han Rao frowned; she was kindly reminding him, yet he turned around and resented her.
She let out a light snort, sure enough, men always turn their backs and deny everything once they get out of bed.
Without a word, Han Rao turned around, planning to head straight back to the bedroom. She was just about to slam the door shut with a bang, leaving him to fend for himself, hoping he\u2019d finish washing up and disappear silently at lightning speed.
Today, she didn\u2019t want to see him at all.
Zhao Jichuan saw she remained silent and called out again, \u201cHan Rao.\u201d
“……” She pretended not to hear.
“Han Rao.”
Han Rao: “What is it?”
“Come in and help me boil some water.” The man commanded her in a lofty tone.
Han Rao rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, “Didn’t you say you knew how to do it?”
“Come in,” Zhao Jichuan said directly.
When under someone\u2019s roof, one has no choice but to bow. Han Rao gritted her teeth and pushed open the door. She couldn\u2019t help but shiver; the enclosed space was filled with a chilling cold.
She looked at Zhao Jichuan as if he were a monster. He was really sick\u2014taking a cold shower in such freezing weather, wasn\u2019t he afraid of catching a chill to his bones?
Then, her gaze dropped, but no matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to smile.
Han Rao licked her lips and forced herself to say, “Using cold water is fine too; if your body is strong, you can use cold water.”
After speaking, she took a step back, ready to slip away quietly.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Jichuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, and with a “bang,” the door was shut.
Zhao Jichuan pulled her into his arms, and Han Rao couldn’t help but shiver; it was truly cold, like an ice cellar.
He kissed the corner of her lips and explained that he was used to it, taking cold showers all year round.
In fact, for someone like him who has been working out regularly for years and taking cold showers all the time, whether the water is cold or hot really isn’t a big deal.
However, he was very happy because she was, after all, showing concern for him.
“Then I guess I was just being sentimental.” She pushed against his chest, “You wash.”
Zhao Jichuan tenderly bit her earlobe, his hand sliding down to the tattoo on her thigh, then gripping it firmly and lifting upward.
Han Rao only felt her body lighten, and she tightly grabbed his arm to prevent herself from falling.
Zhao Jichuan said softly, “According to what you said, let’s try a different position.”
The next second, Han Rao was pressed against the tiles, shivering from the cold, and had no choice but to curl up in his arms.
Zhao Jichuan took advantage of the moment and gently asked her what the purple tattoo on her thigh depicted.
Han Rao gritted her teeth, “Iris.”
“Why get this tattoo?” he pressed.
Han Rao grunted softly, “Why so many questions? Isn’t it good-looking enough?”
Zhao Jichuan chuckled softly, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her back against the wall. “Alright, very beautiful.”
On the way back to the bedroom, Han Rao glanced at the time again and truly felt he was a complete exploiter. It was already past four o’clock, and the dark blue sky outside was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.
Han Rao didn’t even want to move a finger; as soon as she touched the quilt, she immediately burrowed into it, then glanced at him with a raised eyelid.
Zhao Jichuan truly seemed to have no intention of leaving; he stepped out feeling refreshed and invigorated.
After a while, Han Rao heard the sound of him blow-drying his hair.
She really is overly familiar, treating her place like her own home.
She cursed him in her heart.
After finishing drying his hair, Zhao Jichuan opened the bedroom door, stood by the bed, and bent down to lift her blanket.
Han Rao quickly wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and rolled toward the inside of the bed. “No, I can’t do this anymore.”
Zhao Jichuan raised his hand to touch her little face, “Not doing anything, just purely sleeping.”
He said to go to sleep, and Han Rao was even less willing.
What he meant was just that he wanted to lie on her 1.5-meter bed, sharing a quilt and sleeping together.
Doesn’t he think he went too far tonight?
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Rao hugged the quilt tightly, stiffening her neck as she said, “You can go home to sleep; my bed is too small to fit two people.”
Zhao Jichuan forcefully threw back the covers, taking up half of her bed, then pulled her into his arms and said tiredly, “Stop fussing, let me sleep for a while, okay?”
Han Rao keenly noticed that he had used her shower gel. She turned her head away, feeling extremely awkward; it had been many years since she had slept so intimately with someone.
His chest felt so stifling, the arms wrapped around her waist so heavy, she was burning up.
He stirred resistance in her mind and body, only wanting to stubbornly pull away and escape his embrace.
Zhao Jichuan looked up, gazing into her stubborn eyes, and said, “The bed is indeed a bit small.”
Han Rao muttered to herself: Then why don\u2019t you just get lost already!
He then patiently said, “But your sofa is smaller.”
Her sofa was a single-seater; it was difficult for two people to sit side by side, let alone someone lying on it to sleep.
Zhao Jichuan knew he was in the wrong, but insisted on being annoying by sleeping at her place. He softened his tone and said, “Behave yourself, don\u2019t move around, or else none of us will get any sleep later.”
These words sounded like a threat to Han Rao. She especially hated being scared by him like this. Unable to hold back, her temper flared up, and she kicked him in the calf before pulling the blanket back over herself.
Zhao Jichuan rubbed his temples, thinking she really had a child’s temper. He deliberately held down the corner of the blanket, like Mount Tai\u2014she couldn’t pull it away, yet she persistently refused to give up.
The man was overwhelmed by drowsiness and closed his eyes, but the woman beside him still recklessly caused trouble.
Han Rao had already resigned herself to it. Since she couldn’t get him to leave anyway, she might as well just put up with it for one night. Once dawn came and he left, she could finally get a good night’s sleep.
But she just wasn’t used to it, feeling awkward, her hands constantly wanting to scratch this and that.
She really couldn’t fall asleep. Hearing his steady breathing, she thought he was asleep, so she cautiously lifted the blanket and climbed over him.
She might as well go sit on the sofa.
Zhao Jichuan closed his eyes, thinking she was doing it on purpose. Losing patience because of her, he felt a bit annoyed. He raised his hand and grabbed her waist.
Han Rao’s legs went weak, and she collapsed onto his chest.
Moonlight poured down like a curtain of light, and in the silent room, only the sound of a sharp “snap” could be heard.
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