He Asked Her If She’s Ovulating

The warm light on the wall glowed dimly, creating a seductive heat.

A black silk cloth was tied into a pretty bow at the back of the girl’s head, covering her beautiful eyes.

The black color of the silk contrasted against her white skin, making it seem even fairer and more delicate than ever.

The bathroom door was pushed open. The girl, curled into a ball on the bed, stiffened.

A man strode across the floor, barefoot. Beads of moisture rolled down his chiseled frame.

His handsome face, which could bring entire civilizations to their knees, was shrouded in cold dominance. His deep, dark eyes were like stars in the night, kaleidoscopic yet alien at the same time.

His tightly pursed lips were lined by a steadfast yet sophisticated side profile, with traces of grim unruliness.

The girl felt a great weight upon her and sank into the bed, a thin layer of sweat forming on the tip of her nose. This was her choice, and there was no turning back.

‘Mom is still lying in her sickbed, waiting for me to bring the money back and save her life!’

Her little white hand gripped the bedsheet. No matter how much she willed herself to remain steady, her small movements betrayed her nerves.

“Are you ovulating?” The man’s voice was rich and deep, enough to make one fall in love with him upon first hearing it.

“Yes!” It was the fourteenth day since her last period. She had calculated everything.

The cool, fresh smell of shower gel filled her nostrils.

The girl quickly threw her hand up against the man’s chest, preventing him from coming any closer. It was an instinctive reaction.

She didn’t use much force, but it made the man frown.

He thought she knew what they were going to do, given that she was already lying on the bed.

He did not enjoy wasting time.

“Hmm?” This simple, slightly raised syllable carried a husky, seductive air, a gentleness tinged with subtle annoyance.

“S-sir… C-could we try artificial insemination instead?” The girl’s voice was trembling slightly yet was not panicked.

She felt the heat and firmness of the man’s chest through her palm.

This was her first time encountering such a sensation, like a hot iron that could scald her hand.

She could clearly feel the man’s strong and steady heartbeat. It was so calm and rhythmic. Conversely, her heart was leaping into her throat.

The smooth silk shielded her gaze, placing her in a world of darkness, like a reflection of her own life.

She was grateful for the blindfold. With it, she would not have to see the man who would take her virginity, whose child she would bear.

She would not have chosen this if she were not in dire straits.

She needed money urgently. Therefore, despite anticipating the sorrow that awaited her after this night, she would not let herself retreat.

The man’s long, slender fingers gently stroked the girl’s lovely collarbone.

His movements may have been as gentle and light as a feather, but they still made the girl tremble ever so slightly.

The man pursed his somewhat thin lips, his mouth radiating a cool feeling. His tall and straight figure was steadfast yet tense.

The side of his body did not touch the girl at all.

The girl’s heart raced as the man’s cold fingertips brushed across her collar.

She didn’t know who the man on top of her was, or his age, or if he was tall or short, fat or thin. All she knew was that he was paying her to give him a child and she happened to need money.

This feeling of being blind and controlled by her surroundings was not a pleasant one — especially since darkness was the only thing that greeted her when she opened her eyes.

The man’s aura was overpowering, making her bite her tender lips. Despite her lack of sight, she could feel a sort of shapeless and overwhelming sensation.

His coarse fingers left the girl’s comely clavicles and went for her soft lips, caressing them lovingly…

Her lips instinctively parted, as if shocked by an electric current. The man took advantage of this and slipped his finger between them…

You Don’t Want To Do It, Directly?

The girl reached out to stop him, but the man easily caught her hands and placed them on top of her head. There was barely any resistance.

“You don’t want to do it directly?” His voice was perfectly husky.

In the quiet room, it sounded deliciously enticing.

The girl’s shivering body promptly stopped as the man’s grim yet melodious voice rang out. A sliver of hope was ignited in her heart. Was he agreeing to artificial insemination?

She could give him a child, but she really couldn’t do it under such circumstances — sex with a strange man…

His finger was still on her lips, so she could only answer with a muffled noise.

He withdrew his hand, carrying a moist heat along with it. The man’s eyes flashed with a desire to continue his assault — a rare moment.

“Hmm, you want a kid, right? You don’t necessarily need the ‘direct route’…Would that be okay?” She gave her opinion bluntly with no excessive explanations, excuses, or pleading.

Despite her nervousness, she refused to let herself back down.

She had never given up on anything that was within her grasp. Trying meant no regrets.

She might lose out on half the money, but she was willing to do it anyway. Every girl had dreams of having a perfect first time…

Actually, she knew that if this man refused to agree, she would have no choice but to accept it.

She, an eighteen-year-old girl who was far from home, needed money more than anything. She had no other choice.

“Has anyone kissed you here?” The man seemed to like the girl’s lips. His long fingers began stroking them again, tracing lightly over their shape.

His deep voice carried a sense of gentleness, yet was more overpowering than ever.

“No!” She never lied. Her first kiss was still unclaimed.

“So pure!”

The man was quite satisfied with the girl’s answer. The corners of his mouth inadvertently curved into an indulgent smile.

Suddenly, she found herself completely breathless.

Underneath the silk blindfold, the girl’s eyes widened in astonishment. A masculine energy filled her mouth.

Forceful hands cradled the back of her head, pulling her toward him. His red tongue slithered deep inside, powerful and fierce, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

The kiss was intermingled with a faint smell of tobacco, coarse yet potent.

The man released his entire aura onto the girl beneath him. It was as if he wanted to suck her into a vortex and never let her go.

Just as the girl was about to lose her breath, the man nipped her tender lips.

“Hsss! That hurt!” Her mouth immediately filled with the taste of blood.

Within such a nerve-wracking and seductive atmosphere, the fishy yet sweet smell of blood seemed to hold an enticing taste,

“There should be some blood on your first time. It saves me the effort too!”

The man flipped himself off the bed and headed toward the bathroom as if he were unaffected by his rising desire.

“You’re a good man, mister!”

The girl gasped loudly as the man left, like a stranded fish that had been thrown back into the ocean.

Crystal-like tears at the corners of her eyes streamed across the black silk…

The man’s footsteps paused when he heard the girl’s voice. He smirked. ‘A good man? No one has ever called me, Li Beichen, a good man.’

He turned his head around and glanced at the girl. She had relaxed and was lying on the bed.

A gloomy yet subtle expression flashed across his dark, unfathomable eyes.

The girl really wanted to take off the silk blindfold. She wanted to see whose child she would soon bear.

What kind of a man would have such a deep yet melodious voice? Unfortunately, she couldn’t…

This was because this ten-month pregnancy would result in the separation of flesh and blood…

Hand-Picked Fiancee

At the Highest Virtue Hospital…

Ye Qingge’s thin but lovely figure knelt on the freezing floor outside the operating theater.

At the age of twenty-three, her exquisite face was quite charming and had a hint of innocence, but it was also somewhat cold and mysterious.

Her gaze was fixed on one part of the wall. Her eyes seemed to sparkle — a stark contrast to the worried looks on everyone else’s faces.

“Old Li, it was Ye Qingge… She hit the Fifth Young Master with her car. She’s here now. You may punish her in whatever way you see fit. All I ask… is that you spare our Ye family. Ye Qingge and her mother separated from the Ye family years ago. Our family has nothing to do with this accident…” Dong Wenqian carefully explained with a smile.

Ye Qingge smirked, her gaze cool, clear, and somewhat charming.

She stared at her little aunt. ‘How ironic, I can’t even drive! How could I have hit anyone with a car?’

Her ice-cold gaze turned toward Ye Wenwen, who was right behind Dong Wenqian.

She stared at her trembling facade. She looked like a small, pitiful white rabbit.

She lowered her head and hugged the cylindrical ceramic urn in her arms. In lieu of her mother’s last wishes, she would tolerate this. Wasn’t she just taking the blame?

She was not kneeling for these people or for her sins. She was kneeling because her mother’s remains were hardly even cold.

Li Xingming, who was the ‘Old Li’ in question, had a stalwart expression on his face. His intense gaze carried the weight of all the experience he had gained over the years.

His deep eyes flashed with a particularly worldly sharpness.

He stared at Ye Qingge as she knelt on the ground. Her calm and steadfast figure had an unyielding aura.

She held the magnanimity of someone who disregarded the opinions of others. She had been kneeling for two whole hours, yet her ramrod-straight back did not tremble or bend an inch.

It was remarkable for someone to have such an aura at her young age.

“Are you any good at caring for the sick?”

He gently poked the tip of his cane at Ye Qingge’s shoulders. His tone was steady and powerful, with an innate sense of dominance.

“Yes, I have a professional nursing certificate!” She answered in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant but was laden with thick sorrow.

Her mother had been seriously ill in a foreign country and went through six major surgeries. As it happened, she never managed to return to her hometown, which she had been longing for, even after her death.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Li Xingming crossed his arms and placed them on his cane, narrowing his eyes as he asked the question.

His bones and constitution were not so worn out that he genuinely required a walking stick, but a man of his position simply needed some sort of prop.

Li Xingming had a pivotal role in the Li family’s stable position as the most important clan in Cloud City for many years.

The solid foundation built by the old man had allowed their current leader, Li Beichen, to take their power to unreachable heights.

She paused for two seconds, feeling a slight pang in her heart. She had dreams of true love too.

However, with barely enough food on the table, romance was an extravagant hope for her.

“I don’t!” It was true, she didn’t have a boyfriend.

Despite her many suitors, how could she possibly hope for an ideal relationship when she was struggling to survive?

“The man being operated on is my grandson, Li Nancheng. I guess you could say that it was destiny for you to run him over. Neither of us is aware of his current situation inside. However, that is not the point. My point is that my family needs a daughter-in-law. Will you join our Li family? If you agree, I will consider the matter of this accident settled!”

Li Xingming rarely spoke this much.

His offer made everyone around widen their mouths in shock, including Ye Qingge.

No one knew how the surgery would turn out. He could end up a human vegetable or paralyzed.

It could also be a light injury, but Ye Qingge knew that this was unlikely, as the surgery had gone on for two hours…

“Once you’ve entered the Li household, you will never have to kneel before anyone. No one will dare push you around. The Li men may have foul tempers, but their appeal lies in their god-given good looks!”