Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

The distance between the two people instantly shortened.

So close that they could clearly feel each other's breath.

"Don't you plan to watch with me?"

The beautiful woman's eyes were half-closed, her gaze alluring, like an aged wine, enticing one to immerse within.

Inside the quiet room, time seemed to come to a standstill.

The atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous and heated.

Just as Jiang Shouzhong subconsciously bowed his head, intending to kiss the nearby red lips, a slender finger gently pressed against his lips, stopping his action.

Jiang Yi, with a half-smile and a hint of mockery in her eyes, leisurely said:

"Hero Jiang, I'm not planning to hit you right now. Of course, if you enjoy the sensation of being beaten, then go find someone else."

Jiang Shouzhong had a bitter smile: "Is it interesting?"

"What is interesting?"

A barely perceptible faint smile played at Jiang Yi's lips as she gently placed her hand on the man's shoulder, fingers seemingly intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his neck.

Where her delicate touch landed, it was as if a jolt of electricity ran through, startling Jiang Shouzhong, his body stiffening slightly, his breath nearly halted.

"Why don't I understand Hero Jiang's words?"

Damn it!

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but curse in his heart.

No matter!

Even if a forced melon isn't sweet, it has to be eaten!

The man's heart was set aflame by this evasive yet enticing demeanor, and he resolved to try to forcibly embrace her.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yi reacted extremely quickly, placing a foot swiftly against his abdomen.

Her petite, lotus-like toes bore down, increasing the force.

Instantly, a thread of pain was felt.

"Hero Jiang, you wouldn't want yourself to become a eunuch, would you?"

Jiang Yi twirled a strand of damp hair with her pale fingers, gently twisting it, her face carrying a captivating smile, yet the cold gleam in her eyes was unmistakably real.

Jiang Shouzhong helplessly raised his hands: "I surrender, please spare me, Heroine Jiang."

"Spare you, how to spare?"

Jiang Wan's eyes were filled with a gentle glimmer.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze blew by, causing the candle flame to flicker, its light and shadow dancing on her face.

At this moment, the woman seemed more like a fairy in an ancient temple.

Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to speak, Jiang Yi suddenly rose and wrapped her lotus-like arms around his neck.

At the tips of her hair, a droplet of water gently trembled off.

The droplet slid down his neck, trickling into the slightly open collar, dampening a small patch of fabric, resembling rouge that had spread, with an indescribable allure.

Jiang Yi gently bit the man's ear, softly laughing as she said:

"Mr. Jiang, let me ask you a question first. If you answer correctly, I won't beat you tonight and will let you enjoy a tender night, how about that?"

"It's you."

Jiang Shouzhong, breathing heavily, spoke up.

Jiang Yi was taken aback: "What?"

Jiang Shouzhong lowered his head, burying it in her neck, and said:

"You just want to ask which woman around me I like the most. My answer is, it's you. Maybe you won't admit it, but that's definitely the answer you want to hear."

Jiang Yi's expression became a bit complex.

Gradually, a charming curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, and in a sweet voice, she said: "Hero Jiang is really amazing, it's as if you're a worm inside my belly."

"Then we..."

"I heard there's a Yuanyang Building on West Street in the Capital City, filled with beauties of national renown. With your looks, Hero Jiang could surely attract plenty, so I won't be seeing you off."

Jiang Yi's smile was sweet, but the little foot that had been hooked around the man's waist pressed against his abdomen again, gradually pushing him away.

Clearly, the man's answer was correct.

But the way he answered displeased this enchanting beauty.

At this point, Jiang Shouzhong was finally a bit annoyed, grabbing her ankle: "Think carefully, if I walk away, I truly won't return, and you'll have no chance to beat me in the future."

"Not seeing you off."

Her voice was gentle, but her smile cooled slightly.

Jiang Shouzhong turned and left.

Pa!

The door closed.

The room fell silent, to the point of being able to hear a pin drop.

Jiang Yi's mouth still held a faint smile, her fingers absentmindedly twirling her hair.

After a moment, she lazily lay back on the bed, softly humming a tune.

But her eyes inexplicably reddened slightly.

She took a deep breath, suddenly turned her side, grabbed the nearby quilt, and covered her head with it, muffledly cursing something, her hand pounding forcefully on the raised quilt.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.

The small fists that had been pounding lightly grasped the quilt and then slowly released, pretending to be asleep.

Jiang Shouzhong gave a light cough and said, "Shall I tell you a story?"

The woman remained silent.

Jiang Shouzhong sat down by the bed, looking at the alluring waist and hips revealed by her lying sideways, and smiled, "No matter how beautiful the women in Yuanyang Building are, they can't compare to you."

He reached out, wanting to touch her slender waist, but hesitated and eventually didn't dare let his hand fall. Instead, he pulled the quilt over her.

Jiang Shouzhong took off his shoes and lay on the bed, hugging the woman through the quilt.

She did not struggle.

"Then how about I tell you the story of the Three Little Pigs? Little Jiangyi loves hearing it," Jiang Shouzhong said.

"Then go tell her. I'm not listening to such childish stories."

Jiang Yi said coldly.

Jiang Shouzhong tidied her slightly messy hair wrapped in the quilt and tried to turn her around by her rounded shoulders, but she didn't cooperate.

The man had to give up and started telling the story on his own.

After finishing the story, Jiang Yi said coldly, "Alright, you can leave now."

"Didn't like it? Then I'll tell another one."

"Don't want to hear it."

"Even if you don't want to, I still want to tell it." Jiang Shouzhong laughed.

The woman suddenly turned around, her slightly reddened eyes coldly staring at the man:

"Jiang Shouzhong, do you really think using this method would make me willingly become your woman? Why don't you take a good look at yourself? Do you deserve it?"

"Are you saying that I'm a toad?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked with a smile.

Jiang Yi's lips curled into a cold smile, three parts lazy, three parts seductive, and four parts of bone-deep mockery, as her jade hand caressed the man's cheek: "Aren't you?"

Her voice was soft, but her tone was like a poisoned arrow.

This was Jiang Yi.

No one could fathom her emotions.

As Old Madam Ran said, she was like a hedgehog, always pricking others, but after pricking, she curled up and silently cried.

Jiang Shouzhong had thick skin, taking out a handkerchief and gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes: "But dreams are free to all, even for a toad, right?"

The woman abruptly sat up, tearing away the handkerchief from his hand. Her smooth arm swung, and she threw the silk handkerchief hard at him with a "pap," as if striking his heart.

"Jiang Shouzhong, I will never be your woman! Never!"

The woman turned her back to him again.

She wanted to pull the quilt over her head, but because it was pressed down, she tried twice without success, so she simply ruffled her hair to cover her face.

"You know, I think I could be your man, really."

Jiang Shouzhong said gently.

He sat up, lightly grasping her small leg to stop her from moving.

Then, little by little, he took off her long socks.

Jiang Shouzhong continued, "Even though you have a bad temper, you're hard to serve, and sometimes you really make people mad, I just like you. Uh, maybe it's because I find you pretty and you have a good figure, or maybe… it's something else."

Jiang Yi snorted slightly.

But she didn't struggle much against the sock removal, merely twisting a bit before ignoring it.

"Actually, I'm not sure if when you grow old, when your beauty fades, I'll still tolerate this bad temper and still like you, but I think..."

Jiang Shouzhong leaned down, kissed her cheek through her hair, and softly said, "If I don't try to win you over now, I might not even get the chance to disdain you when you're old."

After that, the man left the bed and walked away.

Jiang Yi slowly turned her face, her gaze passing over her shoulder, through her scattered hair, peering toward him: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Shouzhong displayed the silk stocking in his hand, with a hint of grievance in his voice, "No choice, I'll have to make do with this. Otherwise, I really can't sleep tonight."

Jiang Yi's expression was strange, as if suppressing a laugh.

Eventually, she burst into laughter, dimples blooming at her lips, and in an instant, it was like spring flowers blooming all around.

Before the man could react, she lightly flexed her fingers and gave a gentle snap.

The jumping candle flame suddenly went out with a "poof," responding to her motion.

The room was instantly engulfed in darkness.

Only a few strands of dim moonlight came through the window, outlining her mysterious and beautiful silhouette.

"Mr. Jiang, today I'll grant you a small favor."

Her lips parted gently, her voice as sweet as the darkest night, the most seductive spell, curling into one's heart.

Did it work?

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly came to his senses, a surge of joy flooding him, and he pounced toward the bed like a wolf after its prey.

The waning moon outside grew brighter, and the curtain inside fluttered.

Comrade Jiang finally stood tall again.