Chapter 31 "Sweetie, you can handle it." "You like me loving you like this..."

The summer evening breeze carried a damp heat that clung to her skin. Jiang Chuyu took a deep breath and smiled, "I like it."

Gu Zeming pursed his lips as he looked at her, his eyes as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Let's eat first." He said indifferently, focusing on arranging the plates, seemingly not paying much attention to her answer.

Several dishes were already laid out on the table: steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried pork with onions... all of which were her favorites.

Jiang Chuyu felt a pang of bitterness rise in her chest.

"Is this how you usually support yourself?" she asked, knowing the answer already.

Gu Zeming gave a soft "hmm," his calm demeanor as if this were just one of countless ordinary nights, not the last night they agreed to break up.

Jiang Chuyu pulled out a chair and sat down, her gaze sweeping over the dishes on the table.

Gu Zeming was an excellent cook, with exquisite knife skills and perfect control of heat. She suddenly realized that although their bodies were very familiar, she knew very little about him.

She didn't know his family background or past experiences, nor did she know when he started liking her. She couldn't even tell which was his true nature: the "cold and aloof" senior in public or the "gloomy and sinister" pervert he was now.

Perhaps she really did mess with a pervert.

Jiang Chuyu's back was covered in cold sweat.

Although her curiosity had long since crossed the line, she also understood a principle.

The more you know, the harder it is to leave.

Asking these questions now is pointless. She can be curious, but it's best not to pry, not to be soft-hearted, and not to sympathize. Being a happy little deaf-blind person is better for both of them.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Zeming poured a glass of red wine and pushed it in front of her.

Jiang Chuyu shook her head. "It's nothing."

They ate their meal quietly, occasionally exchanging a few words about trivial matters.

Gu Zeming's expression remained calm, showing no sign of sadness about the impending breakup.

Jiang Chuyu's heart sank little by little as she mechanically chewed her food, somewhat absent-minded.

After the meal, Gu Zeming cleaned up the dishes and took out his painting tools from the study.

"My oil painting is just one step away from completion. Can you be my model?"

Jiang Chuyu wanted to refuse, but seeing his cold and calm eyes, she nodded.

She sat in the single sofa by the window.

The outdoor light had completely faded, the gauze curtains were lifted by the night breeze, and the moonlight fell on her shoulders and the ends of her hair, creating a hazy scene.

Gu Zeming began to paint, his gaze shifting back and forth between the canvas and Jiang Chuyu, his expression detached and distant, as if he were observing a still life. Jiang Chuyu, however, felt a shiver run through her, as if his gaze were gently caressing her skin inch by inch.

Her breathing became heavier, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her skirt.

"Don't move." Gu Zeming frowned slightly, his gaze falling on her slightly rising and falling chest.

Jiang Chuyu bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm.

Time passed in silence, with only the sound of paintbrushes rubbing against the canvas in the background.

Gu Zeming would occasionally stop what he was doing and squint his eyes to scrutinize her.

That focused expression made Jiang Chuyu feel a sudden pang of heartache.

He was adept at using that detached and icy gaze to torment others. Anyone who was being stared at by him and harbored even the slightest filthiness would immediately feel that they were misunderstanding and defiling him.

Thinking of the filth in the study, Jiang Chuyu felt utterly exhausted.

She really hates Gu Zeming.

It's really annoying...

His indifference instilled in her an unknown fear.

If he were to lose his temper like Lin Jiashu, it would be much easier to deal with than it is now.

Jiang Chuyu stole a glance at the clock on the wall.

It's almost midnight.

She wanted to speak up and remind him.

Gu Zeming put down his paintbrush at that moment.

"Alright." A slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

Jiang Chuyu breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to get up.

Gu Zeming wiped his hands clean with a wet wipe and gestured for her to come and take a look.

Jiang Chuyu hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

In the painting, she stands or sits in the light and shadow, her expression melancholic yet beautiful. She had no idea she had this side to her.

As if she had been put to the brink of death and then reborn, her eyes held a complex mix of emotions, a kind of thorny yet resilient beauty.

Gu Zeming reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Chuyu exclaimed in surprise and fell onto his lap.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and gently pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

"Is it beautiful?" The deep voice carried a seductive undertone.

Jiang Chuyu struggled for a moment, but he held her firmly in his arms.

hand.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

His lips traced the line of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin.

Jiang Chuyu tensed up and replied softly, "It looks very good."

Gu Zeming chuckled softly, his nose brushing against the back of her ear. "Even the most beautiful thing is still an inanimate object. Your expression right now is far more vivid than it." He inhaled her scent. "This is the last time. Don't you want me to remember you properly?"

Jiang Chuyu shook her head frantically, but her body betrayed her reason, trembling slightly under his touch.

Gu Zeming gently grasped her slender neck with one hand, while his other hand slid down her arm and intertwined with her fingers.

His kisses traveled from the back of her neck to her shoulders, finally gently biting her bra strap and slowly pulling it with his teeth.

"No..." Jiang Chuyu's throat tightened, her voice already tinged with a weak sob, "Can I do it myself?"

If they are destined to fight tonight, she should at least take the initiative.

If she leaves everything to him, she really won't have a chance to survive.

Gu Zeming paused, then released her, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at her with a deep gaze. "Okay," he said in a hoarse voice, "do it yourself."

Jiang Chuyu stood in front of the chair, adjusted her breathing, and with trembling hands climbed onto his shoulders, bowing her head.

The moment their lips touched, Gu Zeming's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Her movements were awkward and hesitant.

He didn't move, letting her take the lead in the kiss.

A few minutes later, Jiang Chuyu stepped back a little and finally saw a flicker of emotion in Gu Zeming's eyes.

She touched his dark, jade-like eyes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently at the touch of fingertips, giving her a strange, tingling sensation.

A sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside Jiang Chuyu, and every cell in her body became excited.

She looked at his face, the face that drove countless people mad, and breathed softly, "So you can lose control too, huh? You always act so high and mighty. I really want to show those admirers your expression right now, to see how much of a pervert you are..." She uttered a highly insulting word.

Gu Zeming's eyes instantly turned gloomy.

He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

Without any room for reconciliation, his tongue forced its way past her teeth, plunging in roughly and stirring.

Jiang Chuyu could barely breathe.

He bit her lower lip, creating a small cut. A sweet, metallic taste filled the air between their intertwined lips. Gu Zeming sucked on her tongue again, then slapped it twice with his hand.

Jiang Chuyu felt a sharp pain in her buttocks and muttered curses at him for being a pervert, but this only earned her more severe treatment.

When he finally released her, Jiang Chuyu's lips were swollen and red, and her almond-shaped eyes were wet, making her look particularly pitiful.

"You cry like this after just one kiss?" Gu Zeming's dark eyes narrowed as he ran his thumb across her wet lips. "Is your mouth the only hard thing you have?"

Jiang Chuyu trembled with anger, but his next move robbed her of all the strength to resist.

Gu Zeming picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

His kisses fell incessantly on her earlobes, neck, collarbone... every place felt like a spark.

"You fouled! You said I could do it myself!" Jiang Chuyu struggled, her voice sounding extremely weak.

Gu Zeming threw her onto the bed, placed his hands on either side of her cheeks, looked down at her, and said sarcastically, "You want me to do this? Do you even know how to love someone? You can't even do it properly."

Caught off guard, he exposed her past, making Jiang Chuyu grit her teeth in hatred.

"You think you're so great? You're just a slutty man who loves to seduce people..."

Upon hearing this, a crack finally appeared in Gu Zeming's expression. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her next words.

At first, Jiang Chuyu could still curse him a few times, but gradually, all that was left was panting and crying.

Under the lights, her expression was impossible to hide.

Gu Zeming stared intently into her eyes, making her cry again and again.

"Remember this well."

"This is love."

His eyes were fierce.

But his voice was very gentle.

"Baby, do you like it when I love you like this?"

"Be good, don't hide."

Jiang Chuyu's throat tightened, and she turned her head away, crying, saying she didn't want to look at her anymore.

Gu Zeming kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. "As long as you say you won't break up," he whispered in her ear, "I'll do anything you want, okay?"

Jiang Chuyu shook her head and refused, using the last shred of her rationality.

Gu Zeming's eyes turned cold again.

He picked her up and carried her to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, forcing her to look at her reflection. "Look at yourself," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "see how your body responds to me."

Jiang Chuyu covered her face, but her eyes couldn't help but peek into the mirror through her fingers.

Her skirt was crumpled up by Gu Zeming, while his clothes remained neat and new.

That's so unfair...

Jiang Chuyu closed her eyes in shame, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to open them.

So many things happened that night. They hugged and kissed each other, cursed each other with the most offensive language in the world, and wished they could fight each other to the death.

The "war" continued until five o'clock in the morning. Jiang Chuyu's rationality collapsed, leaving only pure joy and pain. Finally, due to exhaustion, she fell into a deep sleep.

Gu Zeming kissed her forehead and sat quietly by the bed, watching her.

Even after he made her cry countless times, she never gave in.

She was determined to break up with him, and even called him "disgusting," "arrogant," and a "scumbag."

Gu Zeming raised his hand, his fingertips lingering on her neck.

Her neck was fair and slender, and he could hold it firmly with one hand.

He tightened his grip on his fingers and asked softly, "Shall we die together?"

Jiang Chuyu frowned, as if she had a nightmare, and muttered something in dissatisfaction.

Gu Zeming sighed, released his hand, got up, opened the cabinet, and took out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer.