Chapter 11: She Belongs to Jiang Li Alone

“Wasn’t that the doorbell?”

After waiting for a while and hearing nothing, Xu An’an couldn’t help but head outside, only to find Jiang Li standing at the entrance, the door still closed. Curious, she approached him, “Second Master Jiang, what are you doing?”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Li unexpectedly pulled her toward him.

A domineering, heated kiss sealed her lips; one hand gripped her slender waist, drawing her wholly into his arms. The fervent kisses left Xu An’an utterly dazed.

Their tongues entwined, hot breaths mingling, tasting each other again and again.

Her long lashes quivered lightly. She could clearly sense her lips and tongue forced to entangle with his, and feel her body, under his well-defined hands, surrendering, growing weak and limp.

Only when she was nearly out of breath did Jiang Li finally let her go.

She gasped softly, the corners of her reddened eyes lifting just a little, giving her a pitiful yet seductive look.

Internally, she was roaring in anger, wanting to scold Jiang Li for suddenly losing his mind!

It wasn’t as if she refused him!

Why the sudden ambush?

Xu An’an braced herself against the door, thinking it was over—only to realize this was just the beginning, as Jiang Li spun her around and tore her dress off with rough hands.

“Mm!”

A fierce collision!

Xu An’an’s pupils contracted, a cry escaping her lips.

Her hands were seized by the man behind her, raised high and pressed against the door, as if to pin her down and prevent her escape.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Stroke after stroke.

Each one domineering, painful, deep.

As Xu An’an cried out, she unintentionally glanced upward, catching sight through the peephole of Jiang Yu standing outside, restless and helpless.

She stiffened in fright!

“Hiss—”

The man behind her drew a sharp breath, his large hand smacking down mercilessly, his voice rough as sandpaper, “Relax.”

Xu An’an finally understood why Jiang Li had suddenly gone wild.

It was because of Jiang Yu!

She no longer wanted to continue, but Jiang Li refused to stop, so she could only cover her mouth with her hand, terrified that Jiang Yu outside would recognize her voice.

“Ahem, Uncle, I know you’re busy, but hear me out for a moment.” Jiang Yu spoke cautiously; if these words had to be said face-to-face, he wouldn’t have come here.

He himself was also painfully hard.

What kind of woman was it, that cry just now—truly thrilling!

A door’s thickness apart, Jiang Li was far too occupied to pay any heed to Jiang Yu’s words.

As for Xu An’an, she had long since lost herself.

In the end, exhausted, she fell asleep in Jiang Li’s arms.

When did Jiang Yu leave from outside the door?

No one knew.

Jiang Li didn’t catch what Jiang Yu had said.

Of course, he didn’t care.

He didn’t believe Jiang Yu could ever say anything worthwhile.

Jiang Li balanced his phone in one hand, gently playing with the sleeping woman in his arms with the other. Her snowy skin, red lips, icy bones, and delicate, aggrieved look—she truly resembled a kitten.

His kitten.

“Mm…”

Halfway through her sleep, Xu An’an woke up from hunger.

Opening her eyes, she met the man’s amused, dark gaze.

Recalling what they’d done from morning till night, Xu An’an glared at Jiang Li, her eyes shimmering with anger and embarrassment.

She tried to speak, only to find her throat hoarse.

“Second Master Jiang, aren’t you afraid you’ll exhaust yourself to death?”

Jiang Li propped his head with one hand, tidied her sleep-mussed hair with the other, then suddenly leaned in and bit her earlobe mischievously, grinning wickedly, “Mm, I’ll die on you.”

Terrified he might start again, Xu An’an shrank back.

It wasn’t him she feared would die, but herself!

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re not going to starve me, are you?”

Jiang Li made a call, instructing his assistant to bring over a lavish dinner. He’d actually not eaten either, staying with Xu An’an until now.

After Jiang Li left the room, Xu An’an planned to shower, only to find her body remarkably clean.

She realized someone must have washed her.

Thinking about that process, Xu An’an blushed furiously. It was nothing like during the act—she’d been completely exposed!

Rubbing her heated cheeks, Xu An’an forced herself not to dwell on it.

Faced with a table full of food, Xu An’an wished she could dig in immediately, but sitting opposite was Jiang Li, eating gracefully, every movement elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Xu An’an thought she ought to imitate him.

But on second thought, she found it unnecessary, so she went to the kitchen, fetched a bowl larger than her face, filled it with three heaping servings of rice, then dumped half the meat and vegetables in, stirring it all together.

Finally, she drizzled on the essential sauce!

Watching Xu An’an’s actions, Jiang Li found it amusing.

Noticing his gaze, Xu An’an deliberately ate voraciously, hoping to startle Jiang Li, but unexpectedly, she ended up choking herself.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

“Drink some water!”

Jiang Li came around, helping Xu An’an drink, his large hand gently patting her back, “Why eat like a starving ghost? No one’s competing with you.”

Xu An’an took a moment to recover.

Her flushed face made her look especially adorable.

“If you can’t speak properly, just shut up!”

“Should I use my mouth to seal yours?”

“…”

Xu An’an turned away, picked up her spoon and resumed eating. Jiang Li remained by her side, not bothering to return to his seat.

He leaned sideways, propping his head.

His beautiful, narrow phoenix eyes reflected her image. He grinned roguishly, “Why is it that I did all the work, but you’re the one starving?”

Xu An’an nearly choked again.

“No talking at the table!”

Seeing Xu An’an about to blow up, Jiang Li raised both hands in surrender, then returned to his seat, slicing the steak into pieces and dumping them all into Xu An’an’s bowl.

The beef was incredibly tender and flavorful.

Xu An’an accepted it happily, eating with great enjoyment.

After eating her fill, Xu An’an changed into fresh clothes. While Jiang Li was in the study, she called out, “I’m leaving.”

Bang!

The door opened, then slammed shut!

Xu An’an barely managed a few steps, needing to steady herself against the wall, her legs so weak she could hardly walk. In her heart, she cursed Jiang Li thousands of times—what a beast!

…

Two days of indulgence left Xu An’an unwilling to see Jiang Li again for a while.

Yet, as soon as she met her interviewee, she noticed a tall, elegant figure not far away, strikingly familiar.

She looked up, locking eyes with a gaze that was unreadable and somber.

“What are you staring at? Hurry up! I’m pressed for time!” The interviewee, a newly popular actress, glared at Xu An’an irritably.

She envied Xu An’an’s rosy lips and white teeth, her natural beauty without any makeup.

If she had a face like that, she’d dominate the entertainment industry, become an A-list celebrity in no time, maybe even an international superstar.

Xu An’an was speechless.

Who was wasting whose time? Who needed to touch up makeup and change clothes?

But there was no choice. If Xu An’an didn’t finish the interview, her bonus for the month would be gone for sure.

Seeing Xu An’an silent and compliant, the actress lazily ordered, “I’m a bit thirsty; go buy me a cup of coffee.”

“Just a touch of sugar, make it sugar substitute.”