C16 I'm Sick of It

His deep voice was like it had been soaked in red wine, fermenting and warming as it poured into her ears, resonating with her heartbeat. The last three words he spoke carried a tone of intimacy and ambiguity that made her cheeks flush.

Her heart gave a sudden tremor.

"Didn't we agree?" she asked.

Seeing no response, she added, "You promised me we'd have nothing more to do with each other. What, are you having second thoughts?"

"Is that so?" he replied nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing to him.

"..."

Yueyin resisted the urge to roll her eyes, gritting her teeth as she forced out, "Yes."

Jing Si's expression remained unchanged, but the warmth in his eyes intensified, his commanding gaze nearly melting her resolve.

His fingers leisurely moved to her back, skillfully unzipping her dress.

With a soft "zip," Yueyin felt a chill on her back.

Before she could react, his large hand slipped inside her clothing, fingers teasing the strap of her bra.

Her mind went blank with a sudden rush.

Just as she was about to protest, she saw Jing Si's gaze fall on the bandage wrapped around her neck. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. "Does it hurt?"

Pressing her lips together, she bit her lip, trying to steady her racing heart. "Thanks for your concern, but it doesn't hurt."

With that, she shifted uncomfortably. "But the way you're holding me is quite uncomfortable."

"So, you want to be more comfortable?"

Ugh!

Yueyin looked up, annoyed. "Cut the nonsense and let me go!"

"Aren't you the one who likes me like this?" Jing Si murmured as he lowered his head, capturing her earlobe with his lips.

Together for three years, he knew exactly how to tease her sensitive spots. Shen Yueyin couldn't help but let out a soft moan, but quickly regained her composure and stopped herself.

That sound, combined with her naturally gentle voice, tugged at his heart. In one swift move, he flipped her over and pinned her onto the bed beside them. The weight of their bodies made a slight dip in the spring mattress. Feeling the change in him, Shen Yueyin's eyes widened in panic, and she quickly placed her small hands on Jing Si's chest.

"Come on, it's been three years. Don't you think it's time to try something new?" she teased, trying to sound experienced, her eyes sparkling with a mix of innocence and allure.

His dark eyes narrowed as he pulled down her zipper, revealing her smooth shoulder. His large hand expertly found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it with ease. Her body shivered slightly under his touch, as smooth and responsive as ever, reminiscent of every time she trembled with emotion beneath him.

From her initial shyness to her growing skill, only he knew how irresistible she had become. Looking into her clear eyes, seeing the tension within them, he smiled slightly, leaving his thoughts unreadable.

His fingers traced down to her chest, and he said slowly, "Maybe I'm not tired of it yet."

Oh no! Shen Yueyin screamed internally, frustrated that even with his injured arm, he was still so strong. "You might not be tired, but I am!" she insisted, her eyes dancing like ripe cherries, tempting him to take a taste. "It's been the same routine for three years, and I'm over it."