2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

237 Vixen Above, Mensao Below (51)

Song Jia gave up convincing all of them and returned to her room.

Before the party started earlier, Ye Minzhe had been dragged off by Ouyang Che and Gong Qiye. Until now, he still hadn't returned.

Song Jia barely closed the door behind her when a solid and warm body pressed her against it.

"Jia."

Ye Minzhe's breath smelled of alcohol. He ran his lips lightly along her cheek, moving towards her sensitive ear. Licking her earlobe, he murmured her name again.

"Jia."

Song Jia pursed her lips. She still hadn't turned on the light, so she could only try to find his gaze in the darkness.

"Ye Minzhe, are you drunk?"

"I am." Ye Minzhe laughed a little. "But not drunk enough to confuse other girls for you."

After Ouyang Che and Gong Qiye dragged him off, they made him drink several shots of whiskey to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. Ding Xiuxiu was also there, and thinking that he was drunk, she tried to seduce him to spend a night with her. Fortunately, Ye Minzhe had a high alcohol tolerance and shoved her off.

He tried to find Song Jia, but because the mansion was crowded, he couldn't easily find her.

More often than not, the people he encountered were more girls that wanted to flirt with him. Finally, he went into Song Jia's room and decided to wait for her there. The combination of her flowery scent on the bed and the strong alcohol had made him heady.

"Jia, I want my gift," Ye Minzhe whispered into his ear, so close that his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

His mouth moved along her throat, trailing wet heat along her skin, kissing and tasting. Song Jia stifled her moan, her hands sliding down his back and touching the indent of his spine. Ye Minzhe let out a loud groan.

Ye Jia's body was very sensitive. Every time Ye Minzhe touched her, Song Jia felt a spark flare up across her skin.

"Jia, say yes," he said, his voice almost a plea. Her response to him had electrified his whole body, causing the urgent desire he had tried restraining to explode.

Outside the door, Song Jia could hear people talking and laughing, their voices unintelligible. The music had changed, and maybe the DJ had heeded her request, because it was no longer loud and booming.

Instead, it had changed into a slow tempo, with an almost intimate vocal.

Song Jia let out a gasp as Ye Minzhe claimed her mouth, his tongue tasting her, mimicking the act he was desperate for. His hands moved over her slowly, sliding beneath her clothes, touching her waist. Song Jia's moan was captured by his kiss when he paused to rub his thumbs at the undersides of her breasts.

And when his hands finally covered her breasts, she felt her nipples tighten to meet his palms.

"Yes." Song Jia's voice was barely above a whisper. "Yes."

She could no longer think. For some reason, she didn't feel as repulsed as when Gu Yuan had tried to touch her before. Ye Minzhe's touch on her body felt familiar, just like the way her legs had weakened and her core became wet felt familiar.

Ye Minzhe gave a loud groan. He kissed her again, fierce wild kisses that made her throat become parched as her whole body became filled with desire.

"Jia!"

How they tumbled into bed and removed their clothes, Song Jia could no longer remember. Flashes of images only remained in her brain, like how Ye Minzhe had made her arch her back when he lowered his head between her legs.