“Beg me,” he said in a low, husky voice.

Qin Qinxi looked into his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke up, her voice tinged with shame: “Please… please.”

She quickly added, “Master.”

Vio’s lips curled into a smile.

Then, with both hands supporting her, he stood up straight.

She let out a startled cry and clung tightly to his neck, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist.

The room spun for a moment.

Before Qin Qinxi could even process what had happened, her back was already pressed against the soft bed.

The mattress gave way under her weight.

As her body sank down, he enveloped her completely.

He reached over and pulled the blanket up, covering himself from the waist down.

From the outline of the blanket, one could see that his waist and hips were tightly wrapped by her—like vines entwining a tree.

Qin Qinxi braced herself on his chest with both hands.

His skin was scorching hot, and his heartbeat reverberated through his chest straight into the palm of her hand.

Vio gently cupped her chin with one hand, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips.

He could tell she was nervous.

“What about the nerve you had to forcibly kiss me that day?” he teased.

Just thinking about that day made Qin Qinxi feel mortified.

But she didn’t dare ignore him.

No one likes being ignored.

“So, did you enjoy it?” she replied, her scalp tingling with embarrassment.

Vio chuckled softly, lowered his head, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled away, then kissed her again.

He parted her lips and plunged in deeply, his tongue sweeping across her teeth and curling around hers.

Qin Qinxi gasped for air, her hands curling up as she leaned against his chest.

The blanket covered them, hiding what he was doing.

All one could vaguely make out was that his other hand, tucked beneath the covers, was mischievously kneading her.

Her lips were sealed, and a soft, plaintive moan escaped from her throat.

He swallowed the sound, deepening their entanglement.

Finally, he released her lips.

Qin Qinxi gasped for breath, like a drowning person finally breaking the surface.

But he gave her no chance to catch her breath; his lips moved on to kiss her earlobe.

Her whole body trembled.

He continued down her neck, kissing all the way to her collarbone, leaving a trail of tender kisses wherever he went.

Their breaths mingled, indistinguishable from each other—their breathing grew increasingly erratic.

Qin Qinxi closed her eyes and endured it.

Her hands, which had been resting on his chest, now gripped his firm forearms.

His arms were taut, the veins standing out prominently, pulsing faintly beneath her palm.

In the end, she couldn’t help but burst into tears—only to have his lips seal her mouth once more.

This bed really did make noise.

Not the creaking of the frame, but the mattress itself, pushed to its limits, trembling like a spring being compressed and then rebounding.

One sound per second—a subtle, tantalizing, and heart-racing little noise.

Qin Qinxi’s toes curled up in embarrassment at the sound.

Yet she could do nothing but cling to his neck, letting him have his way.

The next day.

The sun baked Palm Island until it was blistering hot, and even the sea breeze carried a wave of heat.

Bali stood at the villa’s entrance, followed by a middle-aged woman in a white robe.

She carried several luxury shopping bags—Dior, Chanel—all filled with women’s clothing and shoes.

Bali had deliberately waited until this exact moment.

The boss wasn’t the type to sleep in.

He figured that no matter how rough things got at night, the boss would be up by this hour.

Still, he wasn’t entirely sure—after all, he’d never seen the boss interact with a woman before, so he couldn’t predict whether the boss might succumb to the charms of a tender embrace.

Bali stood at the door for a few seconds, hesitated, then reached out and rang the doorbell.

A dozen seconds later.

Bali’s ears pricked up—he heard the familiar sound of footsteps descending the stairs, unhurried and deliberate.

The door opened.

Vio stood there, looking thoroughly satisfied, wearing a black silk sleeping robe.

End of Chapter 28: Chapter 28