CHAPTER 377: CHAPTER 230: HMPH, SHE’S A NAUGHTY GIRL!

If he put her through a harsh interrogation, she would be more at peace when leaving!

But why did he lock her up in the cramped bunk of this train compartment?

When she lay down alone, there was a bit of space left.

However, as Gu Qingchen’s tall and sturdy body pressed over, she felt that the space was pitifully small.

With no place to retreat, she was pinned between the bunk and him.

"Young Master, you better not stay here," Bei Ran slightly opened her red lips, looking at him.

At this address, Gu Qingchen slightly frowned, "It seems that without a lesson, you have become more impressive!"

Bei Ran glared at him, her look saying, you might as well just torture me!

At this moment, Gu Qingchen’s gaze, sharp as steel needles, pierced straight into her: "The reason? Bei Ran!"

He was always concise and to the point when he spoke, and this time was no exception.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Bei Ran tried to turn her head to look at the wall.

But her chin was still under his control.

With a slight force between his thumb and forefinger, Bei Ran felt as if her chin would crack open.

"Well said, ’I don’t know’!" Gu Qingchen’s voice turned cold as he undid the tie around his neck and then bound her hands with it, tying them to a post on the side of the bunk.

"Gu Qingchen..." Bei Ran looked at him in disbelief.

Though Gu Qingchen chuckled coldly, his eyes and brow were filled with radiance: "You still remember my name?"

"What are you doing?" Bei Ran struggled, but she couldn’t break free at all.

"I said, harsh interrogation," Gu Qingchen emphasized the last few words.

Bei Ran’s expression was one of resignation to fate; if he really was going to do so, she would rise to meet the challenge.

He gazed at her reddened eyes, but such a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes, when still, were like a pool of clear water, and when they moved, like stars flowing.

At that moment, he undid the belt of his overcoat.

Then the zipper.

Underneath she wore a snow-white lace camisole, very stylish and tasteful, perfectly wrapping her exquisite figure.

With his unbridled actions, naturally, Bei Ran could not remain unaffected.

Her breathing became a bit rapid.

And a hint of crimson blush painted her pretty face.

Because her hands were tied, the overcoat could only be opened, not taken off.

However, this was not important to Gu Qingchen.

His eyes watched her, missing not a single change in her expression.

As a thirty-five-year-old mature man, with four years of marriage with her, he knew every subtle change in her like the back of his hand.

When her face started turning red and her breathing became rapid, her heartbeat inevitably increased in pace.

"You said you weren’t afraid, so what are you nervous about?" Gu Qingchen huffed lightly.

Bei Ran looked into his eyes, his gazes were like a captivating bottomless pit; once meeting his eyes, one would unconsciously be drawn in.

"You’re a doctor, don’t you know that’s instinct?" Bei Ran huffed back, showing no weakness, "When there’s an unknown danger, there’s always a sense of fear!"

Gu Qingchen stared at her: "Then talk!"

"If I talk, will you let me go?" Bei Ran moved her small hands; he had tied them tight, but the tie’s fabric was exceptionally soft and couldn’t hurt her skin no matter what.

So, no matter how much she struggled, it wouldn’t injure her.

"You need to tell the truth." Could Gu Qingchen be so easily deceived?

Bei Ran let him hold her small chin, "What I have done, I know very well, why bother being redundant!"

Gu Qingchen: "..."

He had been busy in the company until eleven o’clock at night—what had he done to make her so angry?

"Speak!" he commanded in a deep voice.

Bei Ran, too, was at a loss for words.

Gu Qingchen also lost his patience. He ripped open the shirt, and the buttons, like exquisite little bells, fell to the ground with an especially crisp sound.

"Gu Qingchen..." Bei Ran never expected his promised harsh punishment would be this!

He, however, looked at her with a cold gaze: "What did you think it would be? Bei Ran, I indeed want to beat you, even to death, but I just can’t bear to..."

A single "can’t bear to" stirred her heart.

She also couldn’t bear to leave him!

Bei Ran only felt alternating chills and warmth; the chill was from her skin exposed to the air, and the warmth was from his gaze—even though his eyes were cold, inexplicably, she felt a scorching sensation as if a spark was setting every inch of her ablaze.