Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 211 - He Pleases Her in Bed

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: He Pleases Her in Bed

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: He Pleases Her in Bed

Qiao Xi’s mind went blank.

She had never been as quick to catch on in bed as Huo Xingzhou.

This man was cunning.

He leaned on his strong learning ability, mastered the techniques thoroughly, and kept improving them through practice.

Every move, every stillness, had its place in his plan.

If he wanted her to conceive, she would conceive.

If he wanted her to desire heaven and fear death, he could achieve that too. The rhythm in bed was completely under his control.

Tonight, he had taken out twelve percent of his patience to accompany her.

He pleased her with skill and kept her hanging on with his body.

He let her fall deeper than usual, into the trap he set. With the help of alcohol, he became even more reckless and dissolute.

Qiao Xi craned her head to try to kiss his thin lips to relieve the surging heat inside her body, but he forcefully dodged it.

“Qiao Xi, now answer my question properly,” he said.

His expression was extremely indifferent as if she was the only one lost in this carnal desire.

She shouldn’t have gone to the club.

Once there, she realized what kind of trap Zhou Yu and Huo Xingzhou had set.

How could she not resist falling into it.

He had not been drunk at all, a drunk man simply couldn’t… her eyes glanced downwards.

“Mr. Huo…”

“I can keep you in the car until dawn. I don’t mind letting Aunt Qian see us undressed; she would surely give a good report to my mother.”

He was serious.

“Mr. Huo, don’t…” Her almond eyes were watery, her calm shattered by the tide of emotions.

Her neck was tinged with a faint pink.

“Qiao Xi, why do you want a divorce?” He was like a judge, calm and rational. Relying on his willpower to endure everything at this moment, he was well aware of her naïveté and curiosity.

She savored it even more than he did.

Her temples were sweaty, sticking to her cheeks.

“Mr. Huo, I…”

“Why do you want a divorce?” He pressed further.

Qiao Xi bit her lip hard, holding back the screams that wanted to burst out.

The corners of his mouth barely lifted, his eyes swirling with darkness as he watched her and said, “If you don’t speak, do you always blame me? Stubborn as a dead duck.”

She had always been this type of person, keeping many things to herself.

He had always tried hard to pry her mouth open.

If she wanted to continue like this tonight, he would leave this stubborn duck completely limp, not hard in any part.

“I’m not… I didn’t…”

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Her eyes reddened, tears falling.

Watching him lean over her, his attacks forceful, she couldn’t help but think about that night, whether he treated Xu Xingluo the same way after being drugged.

Even though she knew he was a victim, she still found it hard to convince herself.

The ten-year-old agreement that Huo Jiancheng took out was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Mr. Huo…” she sobbed, “I am not the obedient and sensible person they talk about, I am selfish and domineering. They are right, I am a jinx. I killed my father, and then my grandmother… and now I will cause you to be…”

Her existence might cause Mr. Huo to lose much.

She could no longer occupy the position of Young Madam Huo.

Huo Xingzhou straightened her head with his hands, forcing her to look at him.

“Qiao Xi, you are not a disaster. Grandmother’s death is due to my making too many enemies and has nothing to do with you. And me… I was cured by you. Without you, Huo Xingzhou would be nothing.”

He had never underestimated her.

They were equals.

She wept uncontrollably.

Huo Xingzhou murmured kisses, soothing her. His movements became gentler, obeying her heart.

The beauty trap, in the end, was defeated by a woman’s tears.

Qiao Xi, with tears streaming down her face and sobbing, pathetically said, “Mr. Huo is too slow, can you speed up?”

Huo Xingzhou’s expression turned cold, and he could only swallow his questions and still had to work like an ox to serve her.

The Porsche swayed.

Swaying.

On the road, the shadows cast by the streetlights were gently segmented, flickering.

Huo Xingzhou let Qiao Xi experience what it felt like to be a green donkey grinding at the mill.

Complained about being slow.

That wouldn’t do.

He could grind all night long.

At around four or five in the morning, he, exhausted, carried Qiao Xi back to the room, washed her and changed her clothes. Finally, he laid her on the bed, after all that she hadn’t woken up.

Huo Xingzhou quietly glanced at her, assuming she would be too tired now to cause any trouble.

He rubbed his brow and changed out of his suit vest before heading out.

Old Chen was dozing off in the living room.

Hearing the noise, he quickly opened his eyes and stood up, “Young master, you’re up early? Here is what you asked me to do last night.” He handed a USB drive to Huo Xingzhou.

Huo Xingzhou’s expression exuded indifference, “Go and print the photos inside, the more the better.”

Old Chen didn’t understand what he wanted to do but still nodded.

“Now drive me to Lijiang Bay Villa District.”

“Yes, I’ll go start the car now.”

Without another word, Old Chen drove out the Rolls-Royce Phantom and opened the door for Huo Xingzhou to get in.

Lijiang Bay is a famous villa district in Haicheng, and his second house was there.

The sky was still early, only showing a hint of dawn, and cars on the road had to turn on their headlights to see the road ahead clearly.

The car stopped at Lijiang Bay.

The villa’s housekeeper had just gotten up, still sleepy. Seeing Huo Xingzhou suddenly appear, she immediately became alert.

“Young Master, why have you come back?”

Huo Xingzhou usually lived in his smaller villa and rarely visited the second house’s residence.

His presence at such an hour, with the dark sky making him appear especially detached.

“Young Master, please have a seat. I…I’ll pour you a cup of tea.”

The housekeeper, as if facing a great enemy, cautiously brewed tea for Huo Xingzhou.

“Switch to coffee,” he said softly, sitting on the plush European sofa.

“Yes.”

The housekeeper took out a Geisha coffee from the cupboard.

Previously attentive, she remembered the madam had mentioned that the young master’s favorite coffee was Geisha. She was nervously grinding the coffee beans, fearing that he would become impatient, so she hurried to speed up.

Even though the young master seemed as indifferent as before, she felt his aura today was very unusual.

It was as if… he had come to settle scores.

“Young Master, here is your coffee,” the housekeeper said, placing the coffee cup on the table in front of him. “Do I need to wake the madam and sir now?”

“No need.”

Huo Xingzhou held a coffee cup with gold-inlaid blue and white patterns, leaning on the sofa. His expression was lazy, his eyes deep like a profound ocean. When he was silent, the air seemed to become oppressive.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

The housekeeper stood by, too frightened to even breathe heavily.

She hoped that the madam and sir would wake up soon so that she wouldn’t have to attend to the young master.

Perhaps the heavens did not hear her prayers, for Du Juan and Huo Jiancheng did not wake up until nine in the morning, and Huo Sijiao was nowhere to be seen.

When Du Juan and Huo Jiancheng came downstairs in their silk pajamas.

Huo Xingzhou glanced up.

And looked over nonchalantly.