Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Young Master, Miss Ji…The old master is waiting for you two in the dining hall.” A chubby, middle-aged foreign woman, Nanny Porti, greeted them.
Beiming Yechen gripped her arm firmly as he led the way. Wasn’t abducting her from her campus considered kidnapping?
“Let go of me!” Ji Anan took in the extravagance of the manor as she stepped onto the spiral staircase.
An extraordinarily striking man slowly came down the stairs. He had raven black hair, cerulean blue eyes, and an elegant aura about him.
His chiseled features hinted at his mixed, possibly European, heritage. With his well-structured nose and delicate petal-like lips, he was utterly stunning.
His shoulders were as broad and sturdy as a mountain. His long legs carried him down the stairs.
He gave off an overwhelmingly hostile vibe.
Last night’s mess flashed through Ji Anan’s mind once again…
She had regained her lost memories. She recalled the sturdy figure of a powerful man on top of her, forcing himself on her repeatedly.
He had been rough with her, like a wild lion that had never laid hands upon a woman before.
A warm sensation overtook her—
Ji Anan gazed at his eyes, those cold cerulean eyes, yet for some inexplicable reason, her body became hot and limp.
Beiming Shaoxi came down the stairs step by step while giving off an intimidating aura of grandeur.
Ji Anan reflexively took a few steps back and kept moving backward until her back was against the wall behind her. What if he recognized her from last night…?
“Bro, where are you going at such a late hour? I brought your little mistress back for you. You can thank me later.”
Ji Anan felt herself being forcefully shoved from behind and she tumbled right into Beiming Shaoxi’s arms.
She nearly tripped over the stairs.
However, Beiming Shaoxi caught her in his arms before she could tumble to the ground. Standing one stair below him, her face was now buried in his chest.
An intoxicating masculine scent overtook her, and his scent reminded her of the previous night’s shameful act.
Beiming Shaoxi held her shoulders to steady her. His hands were in black gloves and he was wearing a gray-blue double-breasted suit and brown riding boots. The cuffs had three golden stripes, and there was the emblem of a star pinned to his chest.
“Ji Anan?”
He lowered his face, and his glacial eyes gazed right at her.
Although his eyes were staring at her, he seemed to look right past her, as if she was too insignificant to be taken seriously by someone like him.
The man’s entire being was surrounded by an air of pompous aloofness, and he seemed downright unapproachable.
“All these schemes and tactics to get closer to me won’t do you any good,” declared Beiming Shaoxi haughtily.
Ji Anan snorted and refuted him, “Don’t think for a moment that I would marry you just because you slept with me.”
Beiming Shaoxi’s seductive lips curled up. “Well then, exactly who do you plan on marrying? Shi Zihan?”
He had looked up her background?
“To me, you’re merely a throwaway meant for one-time use! You’re just an old man who hasn’t laid hands on any woman for 28 years, which means that there’s either something wrong with your sexual orientation, or you have some major moral issues! No way in hell am I going to marry you and stay at home all alone!” Ji Anan refused to go easy on him. He had taken away her virginity and now dared to use Shi Zihan’s name to mock her. She had absolutely every right to be furious!
So, she doubted his sexual capabilities…
His large palms grasped her waist, then he pulled her closer to him and asked, “Wanna bet?”
His robust body was heating up!
His warm breath fluttered over her lips, which were dangerously close to meeting his.