Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Who Killed Qingyan Wearing Trousers Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Who Killed Qingyan Wearing Trousers Tang Yu’s struggle was futile; with overwhelming strength, she was easily dragged into the car.

As soon as the door closed, the car sped away.

Weng Lai, who came chasing after her, stomped her feet in jealousy upon seeing the scene.

She believed it was only a matter of time before Ye Sihan would fall for her charm.

The Rolls-Royce moved steadily along the road, but the back seat was anything but calm.

Tang Yu tried to slide off Ye Sihan’s sturdy thighs, but the hand on her waist was like a chain, trapping her, and her continuous struggle nearly exhausted her strength.

“Hasn’t anyone told you not to move recklessly on a man’s body?” Ye Sihan’s husky voice was laced with danger.

Tang Yu’s body suddenly froze, her expression changed and she dared not move again.

“What’s the fuss?” Ye Sihan pinched her chin and asked.

“I’m not making a fuss, I just didn’t want to get in your car,” said Tang Yu, looking away defiantly.

“Then whose car did you want to get into? Huh?”

“Don’t accuse me wrongly, I just didn’t want to interrupt your good time,” Tang Yu pursed her lips, not daring to look at him.

“What good time?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Are you referring to this?” Ye Sihan took out his phone and showed her the screen.

Tang Yu’s eyes struggled to move, and when she saw the message on the screen, she was stunned, “This… I didn’t send this.”

Ye Sihan had understood the trickery in the hotel garden when a woman had thrown herself at him, especially now, seeing Tang Yu’s reaction, he was even more certain.

But he pretended to be clueless, “If you didn’t send it, how did I receive it?”

Tang Yu hastily took out her phone from her bag and opened the messages.

It was indeed sent from her phone.

Indeed, if she hadn’t sent it, how could Ye Sihan have received it… Tang Yu’s thoughts turned quickly, and she realized.

Her assistant went to the restroom, Weng Lai took the opportunity to touch her phone, sending such a message to Ye Sihan, and then deliberately let her witness that scene…

“You set me up for a meeting, but met another woman instead. Tell me, how should I punish you?” Ye Sihan pressed her for an answer.

Tang Yu really couldn’t defend herself, but she still tried, “That woman touched my phone, I knew nothing about it. What’s the point of me sending such a message to have you meet another woman?”

“Really?” Ye Sihan’s hand touched her slender calf, “So cold.”

Tang Yu’s leg shivered, unable to move, “Of course, it’s true… um… take your hand off, I’m wearing stockings…”

“So cold, next time you’re not allowed to wear a skirt,” Ye Sihan declared dominantly, his hand becoming more presumptuous.

Tang Yu’s face began to redden, unsure whether it was the heat of the car or Ye Sihan’s actions, but her whole body felt hot.

Especially where the rough palm met her skin, it was even hotter as if it were about to scald her delicate flesh.

“If not a skirt, then what…”

“Trousers.”

“Who wears trousers to a wrap party?”

“That’s my rule.”

The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the residential building, Ye Sihan got out, carrying Tang Yu face-to-face in his arms.

Tang Yu shyly rested her head on his broad shoulder, covered by Ye Sihan’s jacket.

Fortunately, the night concealed her, or else she would have wanted to shrink even smaller.

Once inside the elevator, there was light and surveillance.

Tang Yu didn’t dare show even a sliver of her face.

“Lift your face,” Ye Sihan said.

“I don’t want to,” Tang Yu wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, and the two slender legs around his waist clung more desperately.

Ye Sihan’s dark pupils were like an undertow, deep and dangerous.

As the door to the rental opened, and upon entering, Tang Yu wanted to get down but was pinned against the wall by Ye Sihan—

“Ah…”

Ye Sihan’s face looked up from below, still domineering and aggressive, with intense invasiveness.

Tang Yu’s breaths shook, “Ye Sihan…”

“Next time, don’t wear stockings outside.”

“They are flesh-colored…” before Tang Yu could finish her sentence, she felt the arms around her tense up sharply, and the next second she heard a ripping sound.

Her stockings were torn.

“Ah! Ye Sihan, what are you… what are you doing?” Tang Yu was panicked.

But being pinned against the wall, she couldn’t move, only her legs dangled helplessly and weakly.

“Flesh-colored is also not allowed,” Ye Sihan’s breath grew heavier, his hand exerting force once more, this time tearing more than just the stockings.

Her skin exposed to the air felt cool, causing her to shiver, “Cold…”

“You’ll warm up soon.”

“You can’t, Ye Sihan, no… mmm!” Tang Yu’s body tensed, her teeth biting her lip, enduring that terror, her breaths quick and trembling.

“Relax.”

Tang Yu couldn’t even speak, as if her mouth had been blocked to the point of bursting, leaving her with nothing but a pitiful shake of her head.

Veins bulged at Ye Sihan’s temples—too tight!

Then he moved to the bedroom, got onto the bed, and covered Tang Yu entirely with a blanket.

There was no air conditioning in the rental room, so it would be cold for now.

But not for long.

“Ah… uh…” Tang Yu couldn’t believe that Ye Sihan had just ripped a hole in her stockings.

What a perverted taste…

Her face was flush with embarrassment, unable to stop Ye Sihan’s various misdeeds.

There was a lot of noise, and the two women living downstairs knew exactly what was going on.

Was it that fierce and intense?

The two roommates blushed and wished to hide under their covers.

At the climax, there was a loud bang as one side of the bed collapsed.

Right at that moment—

“Ah—” Tang Yu’s head was thrown back, her insteps tensed, breathing rapid, mind blank, her lower abdomen twitching non-stop.

She was not fully conscious, naturally unaware of what had happened.

Ye Sihan held her trembling body in one arm, the other supporting himself on the bed, Tang Yu’s reaction was nearly making him lose control, his veins twisting and quivering.

His furious gaze fell upon the broken wood at the edge of the bed.

After several harsh breaths back and forth, he smacked Tang Yu’s buttocks with a loud slap—

“Mmm!”

A palm print was left on Tang Yu’s snow-white skin, making her shudder even more violently.

Ye Sihan was completely reaping what he had sown. He had thought that slapping Tang Yu would make her body calm down a lot, but the reaction was even greater.

“Damn it!”

He could no longer hold back, and in one move, he picked up Tang Yu, pinned her against the wall, and possessed her wildly.

By the time Tang Yu woke up, it was already noon the next day.

She was utterly disoriented, unsure of what day it was.

It was the pain in her body that gave her a clear consciousness and reminded her of last night’s events.

What a terrifying man!

Her body was clean and she was still dressed in her winter pajamas.

“Mmm…” Every move Tang Yu made felt as if she was going to fall apart, let alone turn over.

When she looked up, she saw Ye Sihan’s sleeping face, which sent her heart racing.

This man made her feel like she was going through hell every time he saw her.

She thought about kicking him while he was asleep, but found both her feet snugly tucked between Ye Sihan’s legs, warm and cozy.

When she slept alone, she would wake up with cold feet.

What about using her hands?

Tang Yu raised her hand but then put it down again, still not daring.

Even asleep, Ye Sihan exuded a dangerous aura that made others wary.

Actually… she shouldn’t blame only Ye Sihan, right?

She was also frighteningly sensitive, as if every inch of her was alert.

This was a significant change in her psychology after she started feeling differently about Ye Sihan…

Tang Yu stared at Ye Sihan’s face when, unexpectedly, his black eyes snapped open, leaving her exposed, her mind dulled.

“Looking at me like that can be very dangerous.”

It took a while for Tang Yu’s rusty mind to react, and she turned her face away, struggling to turn over, facing the window.

But the curtains seemed different?

This wasn’t her room, it was the guest room across…

“How… isn’t this my room?” Tang Yu doubted herself.

Because last night, Ye Sihan had carried her into the room without her determining which one it was.

Could it be that they had gone straight into the guest room?

The guest room always had the bed made because the four little ones might come to stay from time to time, and she was always ready, waiting eagerly.

“The bed is broken.”

Tang Yu turned her head to look at him, almost twisting her neck in shock.

Ye Sihan smiled at her cute reaction, a curve lifting the corners of his mouth, “I’ll have someone replace it with a new one today.”

Tang Yu’s heart felt as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

Ye Sihan was truly terrifying!

How badly was the bed broken? When did it break? Why didn’t she know at all? She should have been lying on the bed!