Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 928 - 924: Intimacy (2)

He reached out to wipe her tears and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Alright, I won’t touch you, don’t cry."

The girl unconsciously responded, gradually quieting down.

Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

After covering her with a blanket, Ou Jue turned his head to look at her.

She was drunk and completely unaware of what was happening.

But the fire inside Ou Jue had not been extinguished, his whole body felt feverish.

What else could he do?

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.

With his hands pressed against the wall, he lowered his head, letting the cold water wash over him.

His dark hair was soaked, and the strands on his forehead pressed against his brows, covering his eyes.

The water continuously flowed over his sharply defined features, as he let the cold water cleanse his body.

But it was no use.

Even that couldn’t quench the fire.

Ou Jue gradually lifted his head.

The lower half of the bathroom glass was frosted and unclear.

But above it was transparent.

At least from Ou Jue’s height, he could see the distant large bed near the window where the girl was sound asleep.

Looking at her delicate face, Ou Jue pursed his lips and started to move his hand.

A certain area beneath him burned fiercely, his eyes as black as ink stared intently at Xiyan, as the rhythm quickened.

After a while, his breath quickened, a suppressed groan escaped his throat uncontrollably.

Finally, he found release.

Ou Jue closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.

Damn it, how had he fallen to such a miserable plight?!

Roughly tearing off a robe to put on, Ou Jue finally walked out.

The night had deepened, he sat at the bedside watching Xiyan for a while, then silently switched off the light.

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The next day.

Xiyan was awakened by a nagging pain in her throat.

She coughed twice, slowly opening her eyes.

This ceiling looked so familiar...

Oh, that’s right, it’s the ceiling of the hotel she stayed at...

Thinking dazedly, suddenly, the soft texture beside her jolted her awake.

Xiyan turned her head in alarm to find that she had woken up in Ou Jue’s arms.

Oh, damn!

What happened last night!

The man’s sleep was light, so when she moved, he woke up as well.

"Ou Jue!" Xiyan struggled to sit up, covering her collar with her hand, glanced at her own clothes, and shouted, "You bastard, what did you do to me!"

Ou Jue looked at her calmly, "A single man and woman alone in a room, waking up in the same bed, what do you think we did?"

"You—cough cough cough." Xiyan suddenly coughed violently.

With consciousness returning, the pain in her throat became more pronounced.

Not only that, but her face felt especially hot, and she was totally dizzy.

It’s strange, even if she drank last night, she shouldn’t still be hungover, right?

Seeing her in such a state, Ou Jue’s gaze darkened, and he directly grabbed her arm.

"Don’t touch me! You beast, bastard, you—"

"Shut up." Ou Jue looked down at her, his voice deep.

He had a certain innate aura about him, capable of easily intimidating anyone.

For just a second, Xiyan was stunned.

He pulled her into his embrace, reaching out to feel her forehead, "You have a fever."

Xiyan snapped back to reality, struggling out of his embrace, "So what if I do, let go of me!"