Chapter 25 – The Kiss in the Storm
Rain lashed against the windows. Thunder boomed again, shaking the mansion's silence.
Han sat by the bedside, one hand resting on the armrest, the other lightly tapping his glass of whiskey. His sharp eyes never left Qiao Xueran.
She had curled up under the blanket, her breathing soft and steady, looking for all the world like a child who'd fallen asleep after crying.
But Han didn't sleep. The Devil King never slept easily. Not with enemies circling outside… and one strange girl sleeping inside his chambers.
Another flash of lightning lit the room. Xueran stirred, her body shifting closer.
Han frowned slightly.
"Restless little fool…"
He leaned closer, intending to adjust her blanket. But in that instant—
Her head tilted, her lips brushed his.
A soft, fleeting kiss.
Time froze.
Han's breath caught, his hand tightening on the edge of the mattress. For the first time in years, the mafia king felt his composure slip.
Her lips were warm. Innocent. Unintentional.
His eyes darkened, stormier than the night outside.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled back, studying her face. She was still asleep — or pretending. A small smile curved at the corner of her mouth, as if mocking him even in her dreams.
Han's throat tightened. He leaned down, his voice a whisper only she could hear:
"Qiao Xueran… you dare play with fire?"
He brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead, his touch lingering longer than it should.
"Sleep now. Tomorrow, you'll answer for this."
Outside, thunder roared again. Inside, Han Zixuan's heart was pounding — and he hated it.
Because the Devil King never lost control.But tonight… one foolish girl had stolen a piece of it.