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Chapter 227 - The Wretched Burglar

Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress
     Chapter 227: “The Wretched Burglar”

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Zhou Tianyu left the apartment and Shen Mengting also went back to the classroom for revision. Wen Xinya was savoring the lovely pears from Si Yiyan while taking her time to plug the computer in, start it up again, and browse the posts on the discussion forums.

    At this moment, a shuffling noise was heard from the window. Shocked, Wen Xinya’s body stiffened up in defense—there couldn’t be a burglar in broad daylight, could it?

    Wen Xinya reached out for a glass lamp on the study table and dashed to the wall beside the window. As her singlet pressed against the snow-white, chilly wall, the cold temperature traveled along her stiffened spine and spread to her entire body, making her feel cold.

    Then, a shadow flashed on the light purple curtains and the window was pushed open—the short action lasted less than a minute. Wen Xinya instinctively held the lamp up and smashed it at the shadow.

    However, the other party avoided it, jumped down the window, and entered her room. The purple curtains hid his body, allowing her to see only a vague silhouette. However, she didn’t have time to think, and once again smashed the lamp at the other party.

    This time, the other party didn’t avoid it and instead grabbed the lamp post, flinging it strongly, causing her to stagger and fall towards that person.

    Then, the person hugged her at the waist and spun her around. Frightened, Wen Xinya heard that crisp and elegant voice at her ear. “Murdering your own husband, mmm?”

    “Si Yiyan!”

    Wen Xinya widened her eyes and stared at the person before her, feeling like the world was full of incredulous things.

    “Yup, it’s me!” Si Yiyan gently pressed his forehead against hers with sentiment and affection, his eyes filled with emotions of reunion.

    Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan, as if the elegance and nobility of the world gathered on him at the same time, like the snow on the top of the lofty mountains and steep hills, like a blooming flower in early spring.

    Recalling how she had actually treated such a person as a wretched burglar, she laughed uncontrollably. “Si Yiyan, you’re the head of the Xiasi Group, Lucifer’s Rex, such a magnificent, noble, and elegant person—how can you sneak into someone’s room, an act only committed by a wretched person of a gentleman on the beam? By being so sneaky, won’t you damage your elegant and magnificent image?”

    Looking at the girl in his arms smiling so brilliantly, Si Yiyan helplessly touched his forehead. He had rushed down to her school once he got off the plane. However, as the school’s management was very strict, he really had no other way to quickly sneak in but to climb over the wall. The tall walls of the school were tough to climb for normal people, but a piece of cake to him. In order to not attract everyone’s attention, he had no choice but to scale his way to her apartment through the water pipes behind her apartment.

    Wen Xinya was smiling even more joyfully. “Do you know that I thought you were a wretched burglar just now!”

    Si Yiyan kissed her forehead and smiled in a pampering manner. “Yup, I know—and you almost murdered your husband.”

    Who could he blame—he was too pressed to meet her to wait another moment, and so became a “wretched burglar” for once.

    Wen Xinya hushed her laughter, stared at him, and said, “Who’s murdering her husband—I was obviously murdering the wretched burglar.” Saying which, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

    “Yup, I’m a wretched burglar—but I’m not after money, but lust.” Si Yiyan’s deep yet seductive voice rang in her ear.

    Wen Xinya didn’t manage to react before Si Yiyan spun and sat himself down on the lounge chair by the window the next second, pulling her onto his lap. He gently placed a finger under her chin, lifted her head, planted his lips sentimentally and went down passionately on her…

    Wen Xinya almost didn’t have any chance of fighting back before being engulfed by the overwhelmingly passionate kiss. Her discomfort became enchantment in just a mere instant, as she clenched her hand placed on his chest, tightly grabbing his clothes so tightly… that her knuckles turned white…

    It was an extremely long and deep kiss, yet very brief—so long that it seemed to have weathered years of seasons, and so brief that it only felt like an instant. If not for the fact that Wen Xinya almost passed out, Si Yiyan wouldn’t have let her off so easily.

    “Is my kissing technique still very fail?” Si Yiyan’s lips lingered longingly on her lips, gently caressing her increasingly juicy red lips, addicted to her sweet tenderness like a flower as well as the warmth of her lips.

    “Very fail, but I like it.” Wen Xinya took the opportunity to breathe, gasping for air which had never felt as precious as the current moment—she was greedy for air, as though she had not taken in any fresh air for a century.

    “Then let’s practice again?” She was breathing quickly, panting softly like a flower blooming in an instant, making Si Yiyan’s pupils darken…

    Wen Xinya didn’t expect Si Yiyan to be so petty and bitter to remember what she had casually said previously. She held her racing heart and said, “No thanks—I’m afraid of getting a heart attack if we do it again.”

    “Let me feel if it’s really beating very fast.” Si Yiyan looked at her, his glittering eyes gently radiating sentiment, a mild seductive smile hanging on his lips—he looked astonishingly beautiful.

    Wen Xinya instinctively rejected. “Don’t…”

    Before she could finish saying her words of rejection, his pair of burning hands were placed on her chest, obviously with the desire to move, yet held back strictly, not crossing the line the least bit.

    Such respect touched Wen Xinya deeply. However, with his hands stuck onto her chest like this, she felt uncomfortable and subconsciously moved.

    “Don’t move!” Si Yiyan said suddenly.

    Wen Xinya was shocked by the stern voice and instinctively stopped moving.

    After a while, Si Yiyan took his hands off her chest and lightly kissed her brows. “Your heartbeat is beating 120 times per minute. Medical studies have shown that when people are kissing and engaging in sexual intercourse, their heartbeat can reach a record of 180 beats per minute. Your heartbeat has yet to reach the limit that it can take, so we can totally do it again.”

    Wen Xinya’s face instantly flushed red as she stared speechlessly at him.

    However, she didn’t know that at this moment, her eyes were glistering like the sun at dawn shining on the water surface, the thin bits of light rays reflecting twinkling stars, so astonishingly beautiful and totally without any sense of fierceness.

    Si Yiyan whispered, “A racing heart pumps more blood, improving blood circulation—a few times a day is beneficial for health. So, for the sake of our health, we’ve to carry out this exercise frequently in the future.”

    Wen Xinya couldn’t help but murmur, “Damn rascal, finding excuses for your nastiness.”