CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 131: THROWING A FIT LIKE A SHREW

Being seen completely, Sheng Qianchi didn’t show any embarrassment or discomfort, but calmly continued typing on the computer, his voice steady and unfluctuating, with a hint of playfulness, "Miss Gu, if you enjoy looking at my body so much, I’ll generously let you have a good look."

Gu Jiayin seemed to be slapped awake, immediately tossing the blanket onto the man’s face and yelling hysterically, "Sheng Qianchi, you’re shameless!"

Just thinking about what she saw, she felt as if thousands of horses were galloping through her heart.

Sheng Qianchi’s lips curled into a smile, calmly pulling the blanket up on himself, "I’m in my own house, sleeping in my own bed, is there a problem with sleeping naked?"

He finally put down the laptop, crossed his arms, and looked at the angry and shocked woman with a vibrant smile,

"As for you, Miss Gu, barging into a private residence is one thing, kicking open the master’s bedroom door, uncovering the master’s blanket, and seeing the master’s body completely, then scolding me as shameless, your ability to twist the truth is quite impressive."

Gu Jiayin was beyond furious, as she seemed unable to reason with him.

This time, she didn’t get so angry as to forget her original intention, she swung her fist over.

However, before her arm could touch the man’s incomparably handsome face, which she abhorred to the extreme, her wrist was seized, and shortly after, she was pulled onto the bed, ending up sprawled across the man’s well-built naked chest.

In the next second, his large hand clamped down on her waist.

Embarrassed and annoyed, she struggled recklessly, her small fists hitting the man’s chest like raindrops.

Sheng Qianchi simply held her confined, not stopping her from fighting, watching the person in his arms with even more increasing interest.

He never stopped her from acting out, he’d said before, if she wanted to act out she should, even if she wanted to set the house on fire he wouldn’t stop her; his greatest fear was if she was neither windy, nor rainy, nor sunny.

Tonight, this woman was so lively it made all 36,000 pores of his body feel relaxed and opened up.

Gu Jiayin didn’t hold back, pummeling Sheng Qianchi’s chest with blue and purple marks, already tired, this bout of turmoil made her sweat again.

When she finally stopped, panting, she realized the man was bowing his head, smiling vibrantly at her.

"Feeling better?" His voice now had a slight huskiness.

Gu Jiayin clumsily tried to get up, but the man’s arms were like steel, she couldn’t break free, in desperation, she flung her hand intending to slap his face.

Her wrist was caught in mid-air, followed by the man’s low warning, "You can fuss all you want, just don’t hit the face, okay?"

For someone like her, who underwent devilish training, killing was as easy as squashing an ant, being bullied like this by this man, the anger and resentment in her heart couldn’t be expressed in words.

At this moment, she forgot she was an extraordinary woman, and reacted the way every woman forced by a man would instinctively react—

She lowered her head and fiercely bit his wrist.

He didn’t evade or stop her, just watched her calmly.

Until she smelled blood, Gu Jiayin finally released, looking up into the man’s eyes as deep and dark as the ocean.

Layer upon layer, dark tides were surging.

Sure enough, before she could resist, the man suddenly exerted force, flipping over and pressing her beneath him.

Through the thin silk quilt, she could feel his fast and strong heartbeat.

She pushed against his chest, "Sheng Qianchi, don’t go overboard."

The man had already started gently kissing her earlobe, "Weren’t you the one who came onto me?"

"I didn’t!"

"Didn’t?" He wickedly hooked his lips, "You kicked my bedroom door open time after time, even tugged my blanket, wasn’t that your hint to me?"

Gu Jiayin was left speechless.

This man’s instinct to shamelessly distort facts is truly astonishing.

"Sheng Qianchi, you lack contractual spirit."

The man leaned close to her ear and chuckled quietly, "How am I lacking contractual spirit?"

"The contract stipulates you can’t force me."

"Hmm, there is such a stipulation, but hasn’t our contract already ended?"

Gu Jiayin had no retort.

In terms of shamelessness, she knew she couldn’t compare.

"Sheng Qianchi, if you dare touch me, I’ll definitely bite you to death."

"Who asked you to be so heartless, to leave as if I were trash, without any nostalgia? If I don’t bully you a bit, I can’t swallow this anger in my heart."

The man’s kisses became increasingly uninhibited, and Gu Jiayin, like a shrew, let loose, kicking, hitting, and biting the man on top of her.

In the world of conquest and being conquered, they’re both persistent and stubborn.

Finally, she started crying, "Sheng Qianchi, you’re a bully."

She didn’t cry loudly, but sobbed quietly, tears falling like rain on lotus leaves, strikingly delicate.

He had never seen her cry before.

In his presence, she had always been aloof and stubborn, occasionally unruly and arrogant, but she had never cried grievances before.

Each teardrop fell deep into his heart.

His desire crumbled in her tears.

He gently wiped away her tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingertip, unnaturally gentle, "Hit me, curse me, bite me, I even slept on the floor under your bed like a dog for two months, in the end, who is bullying who?"

Gu Jiayin’s tears surged in waves, irritably batting away his hand, letting her tears flow freely, completely forgetting how terrible her image was in front of this man at the moment, "Sheng Qianchi, you’re a bastard."

A woman’s tears in the eyes of a man who deeply loves her are the most lethal weapon, Sheng Qianchi’s heart, amidst Gu Jiayin’s tears, softened beyond measure.

He wrapped her up in the quilt, flipped over and hugged her, pressing her face into his chest, murmuring comfortingly, "Alright, alright, I’m a bastard."

He stroked her cheek like coaxing a child, "Okay, don’t cry, no more bullying, alright?"

Next, the room fell into silence.

She stopped crying, but the tears continued to flow silently, all falling onto the man’s chest.

She lay on top of him, quiet as a cat.