Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 377: Crispy and Tingling

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Crispy and Tingling

Ye Sihan withdrew his gaze and looked to the other side.

Xing Ling thought gloomily, she had hit the mark, hadn’t she?

He must have mistaken her for Tang Yu.

Did this mean Ye Sihan was thinking about Tang Yu, that he had feelings for her?

Xing Ling felt a sourness in her heart, and her chest became uncomfortable.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Why did she feel uncomfortable knowing Ye Sihan was thinking of Tang Yu?

Could it be that she had fallen for Ye Sihan?

"Absolutely not!" Xing Ling suddenly exclaimed, covering her face with her hands.

Realizing that Ye Sihan was sitting across from her, she lowered her hands but didn’t dare to look at his face, letting her head fall weakly against the car window.

As if deeply stricken.

Ye Sihan silently watched her startled reactions with deep and thoughtful eyes, yet he didn’t probe further.

As soon as they arrived at the Ye Mansion and the car stopped, Xing Ling had just got out when she was surrounded by the quadruplets who had returned home first—

"Mom, what’s wrong with you?"

"Did someone bully you?"

"Did Dad beat that person up?"

"Mom, don’t be afraid."

Xing Ling looked at the quadruplets’ worried faces and felt a tenderness in her heart.

How could four children be so lovable!

"It’s nothing; it’s been dealt with," Xing Ling said, kissing their little cheeks.

The quadruplets’ faces turned red from the kisses.

Xing Ling thought that she had intended to buy something for the quadruplets but ended up not buying anything.

And that commotion happened.

Xing Yanjie had to socialize that evening and didn’t come home for dinner, but Xing Ling knew he would certainly come back to stay the night.

Before going to bed, he even called her saying he would return later.

Xing Ling felt somewhat helpless; anyone who didn’t know might think this was the Xing Family!

Xing Ling took her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

After undressing and standing under the shower, her body was drenched, water trailing down her fair skin, gliding over her beautiful back to the curve of her waist. Her slim waist was enchanting, almost making one’s mouth go dry with longing.

Just as she had rinsed off the shower gel, the bathroom plunged into darkness.

"What’s happening? A power outage?" Xing Ling’s vision was pitch black as she groped around, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a nightgown.

The nightgown had fallen to the floor.

Picking it up, she found it was wet.

She had no choice but to fumble towards the cabinet for a towel and wrapped it around herself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the bedroom was also pitch black.

Reaching for the bedside switch, the light still didn’t turn on. Could it be a blown fuse?

Then she heard the sound of a door opening.

Xing Ling tensed up, asking, "Who’s there?"

No one answered, but she sensed someone entering the bedroom.

Xing Ling was frightened, paranoia creeping into her mind.

Could it be that a villain had intentionally cut the power and then entered her room to assault her?

Right now, she was only wearing a bath towel!

Xing Ling reached for her phone on the nightstand, feeling someone approaching. She raised her hand, throwing the phone at the intruder.

"Ah!" The phone missed; instead, her wrist was forcefully seized. "Let go of me!"

Struggling wasn’t enough; she bit down hard on the person’s hand.

A man’s muffled groan echoed through the darkness as he pushed her onto the bed with force.

"Ah!" Xing Ling fell onto the bed and struggled in panic, unaware that her towel had come loose long ago. "Get off! Help! He... mmm!"

"Shut up!" Ye Sihan covered her mouth.

Xing Ling’s struggling abruptly stopped, Ye... Ye Sihan?

Once the hand was removed from her mouth, she blurted out, "Why is it you?"

"Who did you think it was?"

"The Flower Thief."

"..."

"Get up quickly!" Xing Ling continued to struggle.

"Stop moving," the deep voice said with a rough edge.

The struggling Xing Ling froze, suddenly aware of Ye Sihan’s alarming reaction and dared not move any longer, "You... don’t mess around, I won’t move!"

Suddenly, the light turned back on.

Dispelling the darkness from the bedroom.

Xing Ling lay on her back, her slender white legs forcibly parted, with Ye Sihan crawling on top of her like a wild beast.

Xing Ling turned her flushed face to one side, "Get... get off."

Ye Sihan’s black eyes lingered, filled with understanding. He hesitated for a moment before finally getting up.

The moment he left her, Xing Ling eagerly got up and out of bed.

But she’d forgotten that the struggle had caused the bath towel to loosen.

As she stood up, the bath towel fell to her ankles with a swish.

Xing Ling’s body shuddered, her mind going blank for a split second.

Ye Sihan’s gaze fell on her freshly bathed, delicate body, his eyes becoming incredibly dangerous.

"Ah!" Xing Ling let out a shriek, hurriedly reaching for the bath towel on the floor.

But as she touched the towel, a foot in black leather slippers stepped on it.

Xing Ling froze in fear.

The next second, her arm was seized, and she was pushed toward the bed—

"Don’t..." Xing Ling’s face flushed red as she tried to push away the man on top of her, who was aggressively attacking.

But with her strength, how could she possibly shove him off!

As a result, her wrists were caught and pinned above her head, leaving her body even more exposed to the predatory gaze of the man above her.

"Please, don’t look, it’s... it’s no good," Xing Ling struggled.

"I told you not to move under a man, you’re playing with fire," Ye Sihan said as he buried his face—

"Mmm!!" Xing Ling’s body suddenly trembled, arching in discomfort, but it only seemed to bring her closer to Ye Sihan.

Her face flushed, breathing rapid.

Ye Sihan savored her taste, his rough tongue leaving red marks on her delicate skin, engulfing her in his mouth, playing with her.

"Ah!" Xing Ling’s body shivered and shrank, but could not break free.

The numb sensation left her mind in chaos, her bound hands moving helplessly.

"Please, no, I’m begging you... Mmm!!" Xing Ling panted heavily, her sensitivity making it unbearable.

Ye Sihan’s breathing grew rough, and he bit into her with a bit of force.

There was a crying tone in Xing Ling’s voice.

Her body became even more limp.

The remnants of her consciousness made her voice a rejection, "Ye Sihan, you can’t do this, I’m not Tang Yu... Mmm!"

Her mouth was fiercely kissed, one of Ye Sihan’s hands imprisoning her wrists, the other cupping her entire face, his thin lips pressing desperately against her soft lips, digging deep as if to devour her.

"Mmm, mmm!" Xing Ling’s body shivered on the soft bedding, her slight struggles fading until she was utterly drained of strength.

Knocking on the door came inappropriately.

Ye Sihan lifted his face, his features twisted with unconcealable desire.

His breathing was heavy, ragged.

Had it not been for the knocking, he would have taken her right there.

The storm in his eyes stared down at the person on the bed, terrifying in its all-consuming hunger.

Xing Ling lay limply on the bed, her body faintly trembling, the bite marks visible on her snowy skin, her lips swollen, shiny, and her struggle so feeble it stirred destructive urges.

Of course, this person was none other than Ye Sihan.

But then the knocking came again, "Ling, are you asleep?"

Standing at the door, Xing Yanjie had been drinking, and had come looking for his little sister immediately upon returning, wanting to ensure she hadn’t been mistreated—only then would he have peace of mind to sleep.

Why is there no answer? Would she sleep so early?

Just as he was about to knock again, the door opened from the inside.

Seeing Ye Sihan inside, he paused, "What are you doing here?"

"This is my house," Ye Sihan said, and walked away.

Xing Yanjie was about to nod in agreement, then thought something didn’t add up. The Ye Mansion was his house indeed, but the room belonged to his little sister!

He immediately rushed into the room.

There, he saw Xing Ling emerging from the bathroom, dressed in pajamas.

"Ling, are you alright?" Xing Yanjie was worried about her.

"I’m fine, what’s wrong?" Xing Ling looked puzzled.

"Ye Sihan just came out of your room, what did he want?"

"Oh, he just discussed today’s matters." Xing Ling told her second brother about the day’s events, including how Ye Sihan had come to her rescue.

Xing Yanjie’s attention was shifted, "Someone dared to bully the daughter of the Xing Family, they’re really asking for death! I’m quite satisfied with Ye Sihan’s way of handling it."

"You’ve been drinking?" Xing Ling stepped back, covering her nose and mouth, "You should go back to your room, take a shower, and sleep!"

"Okay, okay, you go to sleep early too, and lock your room door!" Xing Yanjie advised before leaving.

"Got it."

After seeing him off, Xing Ling’s body collapsed onto the bed.

Thinking of what had just happened on the bed, her face flushed crimson.

She touched her lips; they still seemed somewhat swollen, and when she pressed them, they tingled.