Chapter 45: The Kiss She Waited For
Zhao Wei hadn't moved from the bed.
He lay back against the pillows, one arm resting across his chest, the other tracing lazy circles along the sheets soaked with his and Xue Lan's combined desire. His cock still glistened with the remnants of her, half-erect, twitching with the memory of the love they'd made. The soft heat of their previous intimacy still clung to his skin, an echo of sweat and shared breath.
But as Jin Rui's thrusts grew louder, harder, and more forceful—making the bed creak and Xue Lan's body jolt beneath the weight of every motion—Zhao Wei's gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to the woman they both desired.
He sat up.
Not with urgency. Not with anger. But with the quiet confidence of a man who didn't need to fight for dominance—because he'd already won what mattered.
Jin Rui was behind her, hips slamming into her with brute rhythm, hands gripping her waist with the desperation of a man trying to claim what had already been surrendered elsewhere. Xue Lan's cries were raw now, louder, wilder—but different. There was no softness. No tenderness.
Just motion. Just sex.
Zhao Wei rose to his knees and stepped forward, across the edge of the bed, until he was level with her head. Her face was half-turned toward the mattress, strands of hair plastered to her cheeks, her mouth open in panting moans.
He crouched.
"Xue Lan," he said, voice low and steady.
Instantly, her head lifted.