Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

‘I missed you, so I came.’

This answer made her heart thump endlessly like a ping-pong ball.

“Wh-When did you become so glib-tongued…” She looked at him, her face totally red from blushing. Her words were even unclear as she muttered this shyly.

Where did the prideful and cold CEO, who seemed unable to live without finding trouble with me, go?

Hearing her voice that was as soft as a mosquito, Ji Ziming’s lips curled up slightly.

In return, Pei Ge felt even more uneasy upon seeing his calm smile.

“Pei Ge, Happy New Year.”

He smoothed her slightly messy hair and said this gently.

“Happy New Year, too.” With a radiant smile on her lips and a blissful face, she embraced him lightly and leaned in his arms.

At this endearing sight, he also raised his arms and embraced her gently yet possessively.

Boom! Crack!

Waves of fireworks bloomed beautifully in the night sky.

Colorful ‘flowers’ bloomed as a myriad of colors shone brilliantly above them, instantly illuminating the night sky with their radiance.

A short while later, those ‘flowers’ turned into shiny gems sprinkled in the night sky and, finally, fell back to the earth like falling stars.

“So beautiful…”

She leaned on his broad chest as she looked up at the night sky in awe.

“I’ll arrange a fireworks display tomorrow if you like.” His eyes were not on the fireworks in the sky; rather, oozing with gentleness and love, they were trained on her.

In his eyes, nothing could be as attractive as the woman in his arms.

“That’s too wasteful. Fireworks only provide an instant of beauty before disappearing without a trace…” She shook her head and smiled.

A pondering look appeared on his face upon hearing this.

Staring up at the fireworks endlessly bursting in the sky as though they were free, she could not help but turn to look at her boyfriend.

“Ziming, how many fireworks did you buy? Why do I feel that it’s been going on for quite a while now?”

However, with that one look, she realized that he was wearing too little.

“Ah! I forgot that you’re not wearing much! Quickly come up to my house.” She looked at him, feeling heartache and guilt.

I’m really too much. I actually spaced out while watching fireworks and forgot that he had taken off all his windbreakers for me.

“No need. I’m not feeling cold.” He smiled in amusement upon seeing her panic.

“It’s impossible for you not to feel cold!” She frowned at the sight of him wearing only a black sweater and pulled him up the stairs to get warm insistently.

He could only shake his head helplessly at her insistence. “Let’s sit in my car for a while. There’s heater in it.”

She hesitated a little at this but then nodded in the end.

“Okay.”

Hence, the two of them left the landing of the staircase and made their way to where his car was parked.

The car door opened and then closed with a bang, blocking the cold air outside.

After they got in, she eyed his thin clothes and asked guiltily, “Are you feeling cold?”

“I’m not.” He shook his head lightly to dispel her worry.

“How can you not be cold? Today’s weather is so cold, and it’s even snowing.”

As she said this, she held his hands.

“Look, and you still say that you’re not cold! Your hands are freezing.” She scolded him when she felt his ice-cold hands.

“…” The stern lines on his face instantly turned gentle at this.

She did not mind his silence as she tightly held his hands, which were much larger than hers, and blew hot breath at them with her mouth.

This action was akin to the affectionate and intimate actions between children.

Right now, this extremely childish action made his heart thump fast.

He lowered his eyelids and saw how focused she was with warming his hands. Every breath she breathed on his hands seemed to course through his nerves and all his organs, warming up every single part of his body.

This stupid woman…

As he watched her, he fell into a trance and slowly dipped his head to her face.

When only mere centimeters remained between them, she suddenly looked up to say something. Her warm and moist lips scraped across his cheeks.

This was when she realized that he had, unknowingly, moved this close to her.

“Wha-What are you doing?” Slightly taken aback by his action, she asked this on reflex.

Unexpectedly, his reply made her unable to recover from her shock for a long time.

“Kissing you.”

He released his hands away from her hold and gently yet possessively pulled her into his embrace.

With his lips slightly curled up and while she was still in a daze, he inclined his head and imprinted a kiss possessively on her lips. His tongue exploringly savored every corner of her mouth and teeth.

Even though this kiss was aggressive, it was also addictively gentle.

As if tasting a delicacy, he was very careful, serious, and gentle.

Amid this suffocating yet captivating kiss, she came to herself yet became entranced just as fast into this gentle kiss…