Chapter 45 women, are you playing with fire?

Qiao Hanye's dark eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing the name of a man. His grip on his wine glass tightened. He took He Lanjin's glass and drank the rest of her wine. "You drank too much," Qiao Hanye said. "Go to bed now."

He Lanjin narrowed her almond-shaped eyes when she heard Qiao Hanye's voice. She stared at him with a hazy gaze and pinched his chin. "Mr. Qiao, you seem to have gotten a little handsome since the last time I was here."

Qiao Hanye's eyes darkened slightly as He Lanjin pinched his chin. He wanted to move her hand away, but she pressed down on his hand and said, "Don't move, you..."

Han Beicheng returned to Scenery Garden in the dead of night.

Seeing that Qiao Hanye's original bedroom was dimly lit, Han Beicheng looked at the new bedroom and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Master, have you moved back again? Miss He does not seem to have plans of coming back in the future."

As he spoke, Han Beicheng pushed the door open and entered the room. Just as he stepped in, he saw He Lanjin pinching Qiao Hanye's chin. The two of them were in a questionable position, and he could faintly hear his master's rough breathing. Han Beicheng was so scared that his buttock muscles tightened. He retreated out in a hurry.

Han Beicheng trapped his foot as he was closing the door. He was in a lot of pain, but he did not dare make a sound. Gritting his teeth, he pulled at his foot and silently closed the door.

Qiao Hanye's Adam's apple moved. As he watched He Lanjin move closer, his eyes grew hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist.

"Woman, are you playing with fire?" Qiao Hanye's magnetic voice sounded as intoxicating as a thousand-year-old wine. He Lanjin stared at his beautiful eyes, rubbing his cheeks with her fingertips. Her fingers climbed all the way up to his eyebrows and slid down to his cheeks. She caressed his thin lips and said drunkenly, "Playing with fire? I never smoke."

"You..." Qiao Hanye looked at He Lanjin's charming smile. In an instant, her hand was in his pocket. His body grew stiff.

He Lanjin took out the lighter from Qiao Hanye's pocket and leaned toward him.

He Lanjin held the lighter up to look at it closely. The lighter slipped from her fingertips and fell between Qiao Hanye's legs. Without thought, she dove down to retrieve the lighter.

A wave of scorching heat assaulted Qiao Hanye as He Lanjin's white, jade-like fingers landed on his lap. He Lanjin's fingertips trembled and the wine in her system made her miscalculate.

Instead of grabbing the lighter, He Lanjin's hand mistakenly fell on the wrong place.

Realizing she made a mistake, He Lanjin raised her head and looked at Qiao Hanye. "You... ummm," she muttered drunkenly.

Qiaao Hanye rose to his full height and pressed He Lanjin down on the sofa. He said in a hoarse voice, "You shouldn't have provoked me."

He Lanjin's breathing sped up as she felt her body burning hot. She struggled to get away, exposing her jade-like shoulders to Qiao Hanye.

Qiao Hanye lowered his head and kissed He Lanjin's cherry-like lips. His lips were like a dragonfly skimming the water, but also like a wild wave, trying to forcefully submerge her. She felt as if she were struck by an electric current. Her entire body trembled.

An unprecedented kind of pleasure assaulted He Lanjin, and her mind went blank. The scorching heat wrapped around her made it difficult for her to breathe.

"He Lanjin," she heard a magnetic voice calling her name. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't move. Her small mouth was blocked, and her tongue seemed to be dancing with a spirit snake.

He Lanjin panted softly. She felt her body being sucked dry. The violent electric current hit her body so hard she could not feel herself.

Qiao Hanye looked at the woman in front of him, her delicate little face pink and charming. Her eyes were hazy and blurred, as if she was silently seducing him. He could not help but carry her to the soft bed.

"Don't... that tickles," He Lanjin whispered. He kissed her little mouth, then his lips traveled down to her neck, her fragrance suffusing his entire being.

He Lanjin felt two pig palms moving up from her hips.

Qiao Hanye had kept himself clean for 28 years. The desire he had successfully suppressed all these years was suddenly awakened, like a volcano erupting. It was uncontrollable, wanting to burn the world to the ground.

Qiao Hanye totally lost himself in the heat of the moment. Without warning, he felt a kick on the groin. He fell off the bed and landed on his butt.