Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 299 The cotton candy was so sweet it warmed my heart and left a lingering fragrance on my li

The car drove smoothly into the underground parking garage of Zifeng Tower.

Miao Zi originally planned to take Ye Fan up to his office to rest, and then go and take care of some things herself.

When I looked back, I saw that he had fallen asleep in the back seat.

Miao Zi was startled. Without waking him, she unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car quietly, and opened the back door.

Ye Fan was sleeping soundly, in a somewhat awkward position. She leaned over and sat down inside.

She carefully lifted Ye Fan's head and gently placed it on her thighs, then adjusted his slightly curled-up body to make him more comfortable.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. Looking down at the man who was resting his head on her lap, breathing long and steady, her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: heartache, tenderness, and a hint of barely perceptible shyness.

She sat there quietly, serving as the softest human pillow.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan, who was fast asleep, was entering a long and warm dream.

He dreamt of his long-lost childhood.

Under the bright sunshine and amidst the lush green grass, he and his best friend Zhao Mingzhe, having just stolen sugarcane from someone else's field, lay sprawled on the soft grass, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the soil and grass, chewing on the sweet sugarcane residue, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Then, the scene shifts, and he finds himself holding an enormous, fluffy, soft cotton candy in each hand! The cotton candy exudes a sweet, warm fragrance, has a soft yet wonderfully elastic texture, and radiates a comforting warmth.

He laughed happily, unable to resist kneading the two huge, soft marshmallows in his hands, then opened his mouth and took bite after bite... The taste was so sweet, it warmed his heart and left a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth...

Unfortunately, the beautiful dream came to an abrupt end!

It felt like I was back at the scene of being caught stealing sugarcane, with the neighbors complaining and my mother's stern reprimands ringing in my ears!

Immediately afterwards, it felt like I got a solid punch to my butt!

Ye Fan suddenly woke up, his heart still pounding!

Consciousness returned instantly, and a faint yet familiar fragrance first entered her nostrils—the unique scent of Miao Zi.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an amazing softness and elasticity on the back of his head, and he could even feel the delicate touch of the stockings on his cheeks.

His two hands were firmly and completely covering Miao Zi's two towering "cotton candies" on her chest!

He even unconsciously pinched the tip of one hand!

He quickly sat up and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

Miao Zi blushed, straightened her disheveled clothes, and then said, "About an hour!"

She took a deep breath, quickly regaining her professional composure, and said in a calm voice, "Boss, would you like to come up to the company with me to handle some business? Or should I take you home to rest?"

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Take me to Jiangwan City!"

"Okay." Miao Zi immediately responded, quickly got out of the car, returned to the driver's seat, and started the car.

The car quickly arrived at Jiangwan City. After dropping Ye Fan off, she restarted the car and drove towards Zifeng Tower.

She still has a lot of work to do.

Ye Fan took the private elevator directly to the duplex apartment on the top floor.

He first took out his phone and called Huang Yixin: "Hello, it's me. I'm at home, come over now!"

He hung up the phone after saying that.

Then he went to boil water to make tea and wait for Huang Yixin to come up.

......

Twenty minutes later.

The doorbell shattered the tranquility of the penthouse duplex.

Ye Fan put down the warm teacup in his hand, got up and opened the door.

Huang Yixin stood outside the door, still wearing a tight-fitting sportswear outfit that accentuated her amazing curves.

Standing there, without any effort, her full, almost exaggerated mature curves exuded a strong visual impact, like a perfectly ripe, juicy peach, radiating an irresistible allure that could turn anyone with weak willpower into a "Great Sage".

"Mr. Ye," Huang Yixin's voice carried her characteristic gentleness, "Shall we do some warm-up stretches first?"

Ye Fan waved his hand, a hint of languor from being slightly tipsy, and pointed to the large, comfortable sofa in the living room: "I've had a few drinks today, so I'm not going to do anything too strenuous. Exercise puts a lot of strain on the heart. Have a seat."

He walked over first and casually sank into the sofa.

Huang Yixin walked over as instructed, paused for a moment, then sat down with her legs together, her posture upright, like a perfectly sculpted statue.

Ye Fan didn't stand on ceremony. He tilted his body and lay down on his side, naturally resting his head on Huang Yixin's firm and elastic thighs, which were encased in tight sports pants.

The warm touch of the high-quality sports fabric, mixed with a faint, sweet fragrance that belonged to her skin, instantly enveloped his profile and the back of his head.

He sighed comfortably, closed his eyes, and said, "Yixin, give me a massage."

"Yes, Mr. Ye." Huang Yixin's voice remained steady.

For her, this was indeed within the scope of "post-exercise rehabilitation massage" included in the service agreement.

Moreover, Ye Fan, this sugar daddy, might not even be able to come for "training" once a week, so this request is really not excessive.

She stretched out her hands, her ten fingers long and strong, the pads of her fingers bearing thin calluses formed from years of training, yet her movements were exceptionally gentle and precise.

Her fingertips first gently landed on Ye Fan's temples, with just the right amount of pressure and slow kneading. Then she moved along his temples to the back of his head, pressing the acupoints on his scalp with her fingertips, the pressure going from light to heavy and then back to light, the rhythm soothing and rhythmic.

Ye Fan was still slightly intoxicated, but the comfortable and professional massage quickly relaxed his tense nerves.

The air is filled with a unique scent that blends the clean smell of exercise with the natural fragrance of a woman's body, and the "pillow" you're lying on is soft yet supportive.

Before long, his breathing became long and even, and he actually fell into a deep sleep again on those warm and soft thighs.

This time, my sleep was deeper and more restful than when I was in the car.

This time, there was no childhood dream of stealing sugarcane; only a warm and comfortable darkness enveloped him.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Fan felt a dizzying tremor!

"Ugh!" He woke up with a start, his heart pounding, and instinctively reached out to grab something to steady himself.

He opened his eyes blankly, and it took him a while to focus before he could see the familiar ceiling light above him, and... the lower half of Huang Yixin's face, which was occupied by a very full curve that almost blocked his entire upward view.

"Huh? What happened? An earthquake? Where am I?" Ye Fan's voice was hoarse from just waking up and still shaken.

"Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye!" Huang Yixin's voice was clearly flustered and hurried. She seemed to want to stand up immediately, but was mindful that Ye Fan was still using her as a pillow. "You're at your home in Jiangwan City! I accidentally..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her cheeks and neck flushed an unusually obvious, drunken red.