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

She always felt that the palm pressing at the root of her thigh was like an invisible shackle, firmly imprisoning her there.


Leh Ying was at a loss, her hands with nowhere to rest, not knowing what to do, where to go, for fear that he might restrain her even more harshly.


She thought he must have fallen into a deep sleep.


Gently, Leh Ying reached out with her fingertips and secretly traced the man's brow, which was as dark as thick ink.


Indeed, she felt that Xu Jingxi's words were very hurtful, insinuating both openly and covertly that she lacked discretion, yet he didn't skimp on arranging the art exhibition for her, whether as compensation or to bring a clean break. She couldn't find fault with that.


Unconsciously, she murmured softly, "It's my fault, right?"


Xu Jingxi didn't twitch an eyebrow, "I don't deign to discuss forgiveness with someone who has erred."


She asked softly, tentatively, "Then... I'm sorry."


He will only nobly question (5)