After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 302: Impulse is the Devil!

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Impulse is the Devil!

The noon sun was bright and radiant.

Fu Yanci had just arrived upstairs. With just one glance, he felt his tie was a bit too tight today.

On the snow-white bed, Ye Li lay in a black spaghetti-strap nightdress, seductive and enchanting, as if she were an elf princess who had escaped from the Dark Forest.

She bit her lip and looked at him with shy and bashful eyes, as if if he stared for one more second, she would burrow under the covers entirely.

The tie fell silently onto the floor.

His watch was unfastened and placed on the coffee table.

Fu Yanci moved forward and sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes brimming with layers of delight, "Ah Li, I love your ambush strategy!"

The warm, bright sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making everything in sight glimmer.

Bright enough for her to see the near-explosive madness of desire in his eyes.

Bright enough for her to notice the goosebumps standing on her skin under the heat of his gaze.

The boldness she had while planning.

Was now matched by her shyness in this moment.

Ye Li thought, she must have gone crazy!

He said, "Ah Li, you haven’t been home for two days. Don’t provoke me!"

He also said, "Ah Li, I won’t let you get upset with me over any other woman."

In that moment, even danger seemed to echo his promise, affirming to her that he truly cared about her.

She couldn’t even recall how she absentmindedly made her way to the restaurant or explained the holiday arrangements and competition matters to Wan Mingyi.

All morning, there had been only one thought in Ye Li’s mind.

She wanted to see him!

She wanted to see him show, through his actions, how much he loved her!

Bai Xiaoli teased, "Oh my, so embarrassing! Ye Li, are you sure you want to go this crazy?"

Hei Xiaoli encouraged, "Sister, go for it! Be brave and wild—he’ll love you to his very core!"

To mask her mischievous intentions, Ye Li stopped by the lingerie store and picked up lunch on her way.

Thinking that carrying lunch as a cover might make her madness seem a bit less shameless.

But reality proved that when you like someone, even their fussiness feels sweet.

"Ah Li, Ah Li..."

Even his blood roared with the urge: Kiss her, want her, possess her.

But in this moment, it seemed Fu Yanci couldn’t bear to, as though he wished for this morning to stretch indefinitely.

Gentle and lingering, his scorching kiss slid from the center of her brow to the tip of her nose.

The girl’s lips parted slightly, and her clear, deep eyes began to glimmer with moisture.

Her slender fingers clumsily fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

Fu Yanci smirked, lowered his head, and kissed her fiercely.

It must be the heat on this top floor!

Yes, it must be!

The heat of the man’s embrace, the heat of his kiss—even his palms were scorching.

Wherever he touched, Ye Li felt herself melting.

The thin black straps of her nightdress hung loosely on her arms, rendering her unable to cling to his neck.

Ye Li whimpered, "Husband."

Fu Yanci’s kisses dropped onto her pale shoulder.

Before Ye Li could raise her arms to match his movements, there came a soft ripping sound, and the two delicate straps slid silently down.

The black nightdress crumpled loosely around her waist.

Her fair skin, already as pristine as jade, now looked illuminated, and with just one glance, Fu Yanci’s gaze darkened completely.

"Ah Li..."

The soft hem of her nightdress brushed against his abs.

The girl’s pale arms clung to his shoulders.

Every sight she laid eyes on stirred his already fragile nerves, the beast caged deep within Fu Yanci’s mind roared wildly, as though taunting him: Charge, destroy her!

But he couldn’t bear to!

This was his Ah Li!

His actions grew even gentler, but his kisses to her became more intense.

Lingering kisses fell upon her neck, suddenly he remembered the last time he left a hickey there. She had been shy and annoyed, forbidding him from kissing her neck for days.

With the approaching Spring Festival came more social engagements and banquets, and his Ah Li was so beautiful. No matter the style of dress, she looked like a fairy—how could he let a few hickeys rob her of the opportunity to wear those gorgeous dresses?

"Ah Li, I’ll be gentler..."

His feather-light kisses trailed over Ye Li’s slender swan-like neck, but abruptly intensified as they reached softer spots.

"Fu Yanci!"

The girl cried out coquettishly but suddenly suppressed herself, remembering the office downstairs.

In the past, Ye Li would have snapped back fiercely.

On his shoulder.

On his chest.

Anywhere—even against his hardened muscles, she’d express her dissatisfaction.

But the man bent low, his hands firmly gripping her waist.

Kick him?

She couldn’t bear to.

Her heart felt unmoored. Ye Li bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously burrowing into his hair.

The fiery kisses lingered on the softness for a long time, trailing downward.

When the faint tingling swept over the tender flesh of her inner thigh, Ye Li tilted her head high and her whole face flushed crimson. "Fu Yanci... Fu, Fu Yanci... No, don’t!"

"Ah Li, don’t what?"

His scorching breaths blended into the air, falling onto her skin as Fu Yanci continued, the mischievous glint in his crimson eyes fixed on Ye Li’s face. "Ah Li, if you’re uncomfortable, I can stop!"

Should he stop?

No!

Those two simple words, Ye Li couldn’t bear to say them aloud.

But somehow, Fu Yanci seemed to understand!

The sound of restrained breathing.

Occasional muffled cries slipping through intertwined fingers.

And the air filled with the rhythm of seductive collisions.

As her gaze floated to the azure sky outside the window, Ye Li felt herself transform into a swirling snowflake.

The raging winds swept across the land, stirring the fragile snow.

The snow grains leaped and scattered into the air, only to be caught by the wind and lifted high again just as they seemed ready to settle.

The sound of howling winds.

Soft, intermittent murmurs.

The air was thick with a cloying fragrance.

As he grasped her waist and pressed her down heavily again, Ye Li felt electrified.

A faint tingling sensation coursed from her spine all the way to her brain, as though it wanted to burst out from the crown of her head—but couldn’t find a way.

"Fu Yanci, Fu Yanci..."

Messy kisses landed on him, and he seized her lips fiercely.

Ye Li clung to his waist, her breath hitching as she weakly called him, "Yanci... Brother Yanci..."

She murmured the word "brother," but it crumbled under the weight of emotions and couldn’t be fully spoken.

In her mind, fireworks exploded, an intoxicating and tingling pleasure burst amidst the chaos.

Many moments later, the shattered fragments of fireworks gradually settled, like warm trickling water sliding over her skin.

Trailing downward, rippling through her inner lake.

A circle of ripples spread outward.

The peak of pleasure.

Brought forth the depths of exhaustion.

Ye Li felt like every cell in her body, from head to toe, had gone limp and drained of strength.

She wanted to fiercely threaten him: Fu Yanci, forget this noon, and never bring it up again!

She also wanted to shyly turn her back to him, avoiding his satisfied gaze filled with laughter.

But Ye Li couldn’t bring herself to move at all.

Dimly she recalled the man’s light kisses landing on her brow and lips.

His voice was gentler than ever: "Ah Li, I love you. Very much, very much!"

Ye Li’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, she didn’t say a single word, falling into a deep sleep.