Shi Jingjing

Leh Ying found herself acquainted with the higher echelons she should not aspire to, and when the profligate young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had no escape.
A fleeting glimpse of Young Master Xu, Xu Jingxi's appearance, had her heart fluttering, and her spirit moved; the Xu family was the center of power within Forty-Nine City, and only he could change the game.
On a snowy night, by the door of the Mercedes Benz G Class, she tiptoed and gently cupped her palm to light a cigarette for Xu Jingxi.
The man’s lips leisurely wrapped around the cigarette, and he leaned slightly towards her. His clear-cut face partially lowered into the backlight’s shadow, the flame at the tip of the cigarette flickered faintly between them. When he finally looked up, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he asked in a rising inflection, “What do you want?”
Leh Ying, “Only what you can give.”
Others quickly realized, “That Xu Jingxi, born into high chambers, his flesh and bones saturated with a profound desire for power. For someone like him, even feelings are superfluous. What do you have to gamble your status with him?”
Keeping her by his side was merely Xu Jingxi’s pastime for his loneliness.
He was accustomed to acting out scenes, she never sought status, and turned to leave the capital to hold an art exhibition.
Just as she packed and entered the elevator, Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center, his index finger slowly hooking the fine bone necklace at the front of her neck and gently pulling her back as she moved to step out.
**
That Valentine's Day night, within the Third Ring, luxury hotels were fully booked, and some witnessed the entire BVG Hotel being reserved by Young Master Xu.
What left the deepest impression on Leh Ying was the man half-kneeling on the bed, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, biting on a pen cap, and picking up a Thin Gold Calligraphy Style brush to inscribe three characters along the edge of her collarbone—Xu Jingxi.

Extreme Addiction

Leh Ying knew she couldn't avoid it, nor did she want to. As the thought crossed her mind, she was surprised at herself. Why was it? Was it because of greed?


Xu Jingxi's fingertips scraped across the wax drippings on her skin, his dark pupils openly admiring her expression.


Xu Jingxi leaned over, placing down the candlestick, a fallen expression on his face as he parted her knees.


Xu Jingxi's husky voice sounded as though he were drunk, sending a frisson through her ear.


With little rationality remaining, Leh Ying had no other thoughts. Her eyes were moist as she clung tightly to the man's broad back.


It was like an addiction. She refused to let go, including the prolonged deep kiss.


She and he were on the rooftop's couch in the night.


His phone on the coffee table kept vibrating, again and again. After one vibration, there came another. Unknown who was seeking him.


It's not really comforting