One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He had really made the wrong assessment when he previously compared her to a kitty.

Come to think of it; she was, in fact, akin to a beautiful and salacious poppy with the way she made people irresistibly delve deeper and get addicted to her!

She was shocked and angered by his brazen actions. She was more shocked than angered, though. She attempted to push his chest again with all her might, yet her feeble efforts had no effect on his strong physique.

He easily grasped her wrists with one hand.

"Let - Let me go, Mu Yazhe!"

She panted slightly and angrily stared at him. He was not disturbed, however.

He closed in on her lips and mockingly cocked an eyebrow. "Why? Didn't you just say you don't know me?"

"I…"

His sexy laughter rang in her ears as he audaciously pulled her closer to him. Opening his mouth, he tugged on her strap with his snow-white teeth.

A bite, a jerk, and a heave; with his fringe sweeping across her cheek, the button on her gown came undone at once. The fair and tender shoulder flesh underneath was revealed.

He reached and hugged the back of her neck, his tongue ravishing her nape. He amorously sniffed her jade-like skin; she smelled like she had just stepped out of a shower with her natural fragrance.

She was thoroughly stunned. With her hands held captive by his hand and voice shaking, she begged, "Don't - Don't do it here!"

"Yes, I am."

His short reply stifled her voice.

She felt ashamed and vexed. This kind of matter was embarrassing to start with, and to do it publicly inside the car sent her shivering with goosebumps.

This man was always full of vitality. With their car right next to the road, other vehicles might pass by and catch them in action. The thought was embarrassing enough to make her want to dig a hole in the ground to hide her blushing self!

What she did not know was that he had already ordered his men to seal off this long winding road on the hill; no cars could pass through.

Unlike her thoughts, he was more bothered by others coveting her!

She did not know this, however, and was in a nervous state.

Why am I always so defenseless before him? Why is he always able to do whatever he wants with me?

She felt despondent. Her eyes stung, and then tears rolled down her face!

She looked even more lovable in her tearful state. Her watery eyes twinkled in silent protest, making him want to devour her right there and then!

Her exposed delicate, snow-white skin was beautifully complemented by the moon's glow and the gentle breeze that was carrying the begonia's sweet fragrance.

His heart pounded fast. He looked at her through narrowed eyes as he covered her body with his huge jacket.

He wanted to consume her under the cover of the moonlight.

Her suffocating hold and piteous cry strung across his back like an electric current, leaving his body taut.

He lowered his head and lustfully bit her charming nape as he pressed her hands against his shoulders.

She tensed her lips and refused to open her mouth, choosing to swallow her shame and fear, instead. Her restrained manner upset him somewhat. He drawled, "Call my name."

She audibly sighed as she held onto his shoulders. Looking at the man in his usual composure through her tears, she felt even more ashamed of herself.

His seductive voice could be heard once more. "Call my name! I like to hear your voice."