Chapter 28 Rebellious Little Dog, Don't Resist

"Forget it, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Shen Zhui pulled Cheng Guo toward the bedroom.

Yu Muying is right, she doesn't owe him anything.

Even if she really abandons him again for her own sake, she doesn't owe him anything.

"I just took a shower, I'm very clean."

As Shen Zhui spoke, he led Cheng Guo to the bed and then lay on top of her.

Cheng Guo changed into a loungewear nightgown after taking a shower last night, which made things convenient for Chen Zhui.

His lips met hers with a breathy, intoxicating kiss, and Cheng Guo, doubting she had misheard, had no time to think further.

His kisses were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, like the tentative exploration of fingers.

Cheng Guo closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavier, his fingers gripping the hem of his T-shirt tightly, the faint dampness reminding him of what he had just said.

Chen Zhui's lips moved away, a very thin thread tugged between his moist lips, breaking with a soft breath. His eyelashes fluttered twice, and he pinched her chin and kissed her urgently again.

His arms were exceptionally well-defined, with slightly bulging arm muscles, pale wrist bones, bulging veins on the back of his hands, and long, well-defined, wet fingers.

When his palms were damp, he released her lips and kissed and sucked on her collarbone again and again.

Cheng Guo was breathing heavily, his eyes were blurry, and even the small mole at the corner of his eye was indistinct.

Chen Zhui's T-shirt had been ripped off, and his broad back was now bent over in view.

Cheng Guo didn't know how things had developed like this; he hadn't offered a single apology in person, and she hadn't given a single explanation.

His eyes were still red, filled with indifference, grievance, stubbornness, a desperate resolve, or something else entirely; the surging emotions were almost overwhelming for her, and more importantly—

She nudged his shoulder, "Shen Zhui, don't come in directly."

He didn't want to leave, he kissed her, rubbed against her, kissed and bit her lips like a little animal, gnawed at her will, wanted to be with her without any barriers, wanted to be with her without any boundaries or gaps.

Cheng Guo felt a tingling sensation throughout her body and her head was spinning. Her reason wavered on the thin line, but she finally shook her head and insisted, "No."

Shen Zhui then got up, opened the drawer, and took the box along with it.

He lifted his fingertip, parted the curtain, and stared in astonishment. His fingertip froze there, and the emotion on his face vanished instantly.

Cheng Guo's attention, however, was drawn to his abdomen, where there was a wound about 10 centimeters long. It hadn't been stitched up for long, and the wound was a shocking dark red.

"What happened?" she asked, making a move to get up.

Shen Zhui pressed her shoulders back down and eagerly entered her, saying, "It was from filming."

Having not been in contact for a while, and with Chen Zhui's movements being somewhat rough, Cheng Guo frowned uncomfortably and placed her fingertips on his shoulder.

"Are we filming action scenes?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Shen Zhui absentmindedly hummed in agreement. He glanced at her, resisting the urge to kiss her forehead, and looked down into her eyes. "So don't resist, or my wound will reopen."

"Again?" Cheng Guo had already noticed his mood, but she was afraid of really hurting his wound, so she pushed his shoulder harder, trying to get him to stand up a little.

Shen Zhui picked her up directly.

The change in position made her gasp for breath, her lips unconsciously parted to relieve the surge of sensation in her body, and he took the opportunity to kiss her.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was bitten.

The smell of rust filled the air, and Chen Zhui's movements were fierce. "Where did one go?"

"What?" Cheng Guo was worried about his wound and looked down. Under the hem of her nightgown, which was half-covering his wound, one could occasionally see her legs rubbing against it.

Her skin was snow-white and delicate, with dark red scars. The strong visual impact made her unable to look away. Chen Zhui held her with one hand, and with his free hand, he pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

"set."

"One of the covers is missing from the box."

He was strong, and Cheng Guo couldn't withstand it. She shook her chin to free herself from the hand that was holding her and asked him to go to the bed, but he refused.

Cheng Guo looked at Shen Zhui with a serious expression, not missing the fleeting hurt in his eyes, nor the moist corners of his eyes.

Were you crying?

Cheng Guo stared into Shen Zhui's eyes, a faint excitement flashing through her heart. She wanted to see his eyes become even more moist, to see tears roll down his cheeks, but looking at his pitiful eyes, she couldn't bear it.

"It's in my pocket. I went to look for you last night, but you weren't there."

Her gaze was almost level with his as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Where did you think they went?"

She wanted him to feel guilty and apologize, but she didn't know what she had done to offend him, and he became even more aggressive than before.

She bit her lip, still unable to control her voice, and wrapped her long legs tightly around his powerful waist.

Shen Zhui wasn't feeling well either; beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He stopped, his breathing uneven, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he asked her:

"Which dress?"

"what?"

"I'll go get it. You're not at work today, and there aren't enough in the box."

Cheng Guo turned her head away, threw the box on the bed, and opened her mouth towards her.

The box was opened the night before Chen Zhui joined the group. It contained four types, two of each.

She had to go to work the next day, so he didn't go all out and only used two.

If she uses up the rest, will she still have a back problem?

Cheng Guo pursed her lips, not intending to tell him.

Shen Zhui's gaze remained fixed on her face, and naturally he didn't miss her expression.

Her back pressed against the soft bed, and a kiss landed on her brow. Cheng Guo's eyelashes trembled as she closed her eyes. Chen Zhui's kiss landed on her eyelids, then on her nose, and then on her lips. He was slow and tender, no longer as impatient as before. He held her lips in his mouth, wetting them little by little, and then they parted, their lips and teeth intertwined.

Although she knew this was his usual tactic, and that beneath the calm surface lay an ever-growing, dark tide, her heart was still uncontrollably filled with his kisses, pounding with his rising and falling heartbeats.

The bedroom curtains were open, and beyond that, the white gauze curtains on the balcony were billowing in the cold air from the air conditioner, fluttering and swaying. Bathed in the bright light, Cheng Guo felt as if she were about to drown in this endless summer.

Neither of them expected that what would ultimately force them to stop was not the quantity.

Her phone rang a few times and the doorbell was rung, but Cheng Guo had no time or interest in paying attention. Right now, she was sitting on the sofa with her brows furrowed, scrolling through her phone screen, and slowly rubbing her lower back with one hand.

Shen Zhui carried the vegetables she had ordered in from outside the door, immediately put down the bag and washed his hands. He glanced at the products she was browsing on her phone, and put his hand on her waist: "This one, it looks sturdy."

Cheng Guo put away her phone and glared at her.

Meeting her reproachful gaze, Shen Zhui lowered his stance even further: "I'll buy it."

He had just taken a shower, and his damp hair fell across his forehead, further highlighting the youthful vigor of a boy his age.

The 1.9-meter-tall boy had a very strong presence, both in terms of height and aura. The moment his hand touched her waist, Cheng Guo's body went limp for a moment. But when she thought about how he was now as obedient as a big puppy, listening to everything she said, but completely disobeying her in bed and ruining a perfectly good bed, Cheng Guo became particularly angry. She pushed his hand away and scolded him in a stern voice: "Young Master Chen, now that you have money, you're not pretending anymore, are you?"

"..."

Shen Zhui dared not utter a word.

My hand reached out stealthily, only to be slapped back.

He actually wanted to kiss her rosy eyelids; she looked especially beautiful and lively when she glared at people, but he was afraid that his mouth would receive the same treatment as his hands.

Cheng Guo was unaware of the thoughts running through Shen Zhui's mind. Tired of glaring at him, she expressionlessly shooed him towards the kitchen: "Go wash the vegetables."

Shen Zhui reluctantly got up, went to the kitchen, and pulled out bundle after bundle of chrysanthemum greens from a bag. He stood there dumbfounded, poked his head out, and cautiously asked, "Did you buy the wrong vegetables?"

“No,” Cheng Guo said, her face still expressionless, “I don’t want to eat at home.”

"...I want to eat it," Shen Zhui replied, bearing the humiliation with a heavy heart.

He could tell now that she wasn't really angry anymore; it was just that she hadn't said she forgave him, and she hadn't told him she'd changed the house password, so he didn't dare to go out easily.

Watching his sheepish figure slink away, Cheng Guo turned her head and smiled. The soreness in her waist pulled her back to reality. She rubbed her waist and muttered a few curses at Chen Zhui.

The hot pot broth on the table was bubbling away. Cheng Guo picked up the cooked meat and meatballs and put them into her own bowl. With a gentle smile, she warmly greeted Chen Zhui, whose face was even paler than the chrysanthemum greens, who had four plates of them laid out in front of him. "Why aren't you eating? Didn't you just say you wanted some?"

Shen Zhui slowly picked up a piece of chrysanthemum greens with his chopsticks and put it into the pot. He looked at Cheng Guo's expression and spoke to her gently, "Can you forgive me if I eat it all?"

Cheng Guo looked up at him, but before she could answer, her phone rang.

She didn't avoid the call; she sat down at the table and answered, calling out "Dad."

Shen Zhui picked out the cooked chrysanthemum greens, frowned, and put them in his mouth. He was close enough to hear the voice on the other end of the phone: "Nannan, your mother contacted me last night and talked to me a lot. She asked me to find someone to write a letter of introduction."

At this moment, Cheng Guo put down her chopsticks, got up, took her phone and headed towards the balcony. The voice on the phone gradually became less clear.

"Whether from the perspective of the overall environment or development, Dad thinks that an academic doctorate is indeed better than a specialized doctorate..."

The bitter taste of chrysanthemum greens spread in his mouth. Chen Zhui chewed slowly, watching Cheng Guo standing by the window through the rising steam. Cheng Guo sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed, her lips opening and closing, and finally pursing her lips tightly.

When he finished off several plates of chrysanthemum greens, Cheng Guo hung up the phone and sat back down. Her face was full of fatigue, and she sat there for a while before speaking.

"Shen Zhui, for you, which is easier to win awards for, acting or animation directing?"

Shen Zhui hadn't expected her to ask him that question. He put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then replied, "An actor."

He smiled and said, "More than one person has told me that I was born to do this job. Perhaps I do have some talent in it. In addition, my team handles most of the matters for me, so my job is simply to execute, to focus on learning and acting. Being an animation director is different. There are many things to pay attention to, and it is also related to technology, so you need to keep learning."

"If you had to choose one of these as a career, which one would you choose?" Cheng Guo asked again.

“Director,” Shen Zhui replied immediately.

Cheng Guo fell silent, thought for a moment, and then asked him, "If being an animation director wasn't your dream, would you still choose it?"

At this point, Shen Zhui finally understood Cheng Guo's meaning.

What she really wanted to ask was, when faced with a choice, should an ordinary person like her, an ordinary person without dreams, choose the one with a more promising future and development, the one that her family expects, or the one that is more suitable for her and the one she wants to do?

She herself did have the answer.

She just thought, Shen Zhui thought, she just forgot some things.

The hot pot bubbled and steamed between the two of them. Shen Zhui picked up his chopsticks again and cooked a piece of meat for Cheng Guo.

"Do you remember when I went to record the show, the host asked how long it had been since we first met, and you said two and a half years, and I said six years?" he asked.

Cheng Guo recalled this incident. When Shen Zhui explained, the other side was in chaos, and she didn't hear anything. This segment wasn't included in the later broadcast. At this moment, she frowned slightly, "Wasn't our first meeting when I went to your school?"

“No,” Shen Zhui shook his head with a smile, “actually, it was even earlier than that.”

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A note from the author:

The puppy upset his sister, so she gave him chrysanthemum greens, which he doesn't like. [winking emoji]

Shen Zhui: Author Huai Huai

The next chapter will be the final chapter. I'll fill in all the plot holes I created earlier, and I'll update by noon tomorrow at the latest!

Then it will be available for purchase on Sunday, so please watch it on time!