Chapter 27 Chapter 27 "You lied to me." "You believed me." ...

The moment the low, magnetic voice reached Yan Jiu's ears, she was a little confused.

Her head felt a little dizzy, and a strange and unfamiliar feeling surged in her heart. She looked away uncomfortably, "I didn't say I wanted to have a baby with you."

Chen Yuchu didn't react to this at all. Instead, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Yan Jiu was not so sure. Although Yong Meiru placed family planning supplies beside their bed, it was only because she respected their choice and was afraid that she would lose face, so she wanted to warm up their relationship.

When it comes down to it, her words still reveal her desire to have children and grandchildren.

Yan Hongsheng would send her messages every day, asking her to win Chen Yuchu's heart. If she couldn't, he would ask her to try hard to give birth to the eldest son of the Chen family. Who knows, if Mr. Chen is happy, he might decide the position of heir and give some shares to his grandson, so that her marriage will be stable.

I don’t know whether her marriage is stable or not, but Yan Hongsheng’s is stable.

Although Yan Jiu is a quiet person, she understands the thoughts of both families.

But she really couldn't understand Chen Yuchu's situation.

Everyone knows that the battle for power between him and Chen Baichuan is fierce. The old man favors Chen Baichuan. What Yan Hongsheng said is not unreasonable. Now the forces of the two sides are balanced. If a variable appears, the battle for the Chen family's inheritance rights may be settled.

But Chen Yuchu agreed with her and said that they didn't have to have children.

Yan Jiu could tell that he was not lying.

Chen Yuchu looked at Yan Jiu silently as she raised her head and stared at him, revealing a neck as soft as white porcelain. He was obviously distracted, but he had no intention of reminding her.

The trees outside the window swayed, and the sound of the rolling wind made Yan Jiu's consciousness gradually clear. Seeing that Chen Yuchu had nothing else to say to her, she thought that this was the end of the topic. She swallowed and said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

After changing her clothes, Chen Yuchu was already half-leaning on the bed with a book in his hand. When he heard the noise, he raised his head slightly and glanced at her. The pink nightgown suited her complexion better than her home clothes. Half of her ankle was exposed under the nightgown. The scar on her foot was not clearly visible, only that it was very pink and delicate.

Seeing this, Yan Jiu lay down on the soft, clean bed and picked up a book. She read much slower than Chen Yuchu, and she didn't know how he did it. She didn't think about it anymore, took out her bookmark and continued reading.

Chen Yuchu slowly withdrew his gaze, concealing the lingering deep color in his eyes, and his eyes fell back to the page of the book, but still stayed on that page.

The lights in the room were turned off, and only the wall lamps on both sides were on, emitting a warm light that was comfortable and eye-protecting. Yan Jiu yawned after reading for half an hour. She glanced at Chen Yuchu and saw that he was still calm. She gently put the bookmark back into the book and put it away. She shrank into the quilt, stretched out her delicate arm, and turned off the wall lamp on her side.

Yan Jiu was about to go to bed, but she found that the wall lamp on that side was also out. In the darkness, people's facial features became extremely sensitive. Even Chen Yuchu's slight turn seemed to rub against her ears, not to mention the faint minty scent on his body lingering in the air.

Perhaps it was because her tossing and turning was too obvious, a charming voice came from the side: "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah." Yan Jiu replied in a low voice, "The wind is too loud outside the window. Maybe it's going to rain."

After saying this, she wanted to get up, but as soon as her slender hand touched the switch, her other hand was held, warm and dry.

The fingertips with thin calluses stayed on the back of her hand, not moving any further, but she also stopped the intended action.

In the dark space, Yan Jiu heard his own ethereal voice.

"you......"

She had just said one word when she didn't know how to continue. The atmosphere in the dark night became uncontrollable. She couldn't see Chen Yuchu's expression clearly, and she had no way to guess.

Because she didn't know what Chen Yuchu would do next, she even tensed her toes.

"Hmm." The voice coming from the ear was a bit heavy, like gravel rolling past.

For a moment, the only sound was the wind blowing through the branches, making a thumping sound, just like her heartbeat, heavy and muffled.

She was the first one to lose patience and tried to keep her voice level, "My foot isn't healed yet."

The lie made her feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, the other party couldn't see her expression in the dark. There was a pause, and then a faint chuckle came from the other end, not giving her any face. "Doctor Xia said you're cured."

The laughter made Yan Jiu's heart skip a beat, and his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly suspended in mid-air, not knowing where to land.

The rich night sky leaked a little through the white window screen, perhaps with scattered stars, she was not sure, she only knew that she might suddenly jump up and run away in the next second.

The warm palm still covered hers, wrapping her completely, as if wrapping her heart as well, unable to go up or down.

When the cool, insipid scent of mint reached her nose, Yan Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, as if she had found a place to rest briefly. The next moment, her hands were pulled over her head, their warm hands pressing against her buttocks, twisting and turning.

The snow-white, slender neck was like a glowing night pearl in the night. She tilted her head back, and in the mottled moonlight, she couldn't see Chen Yuchu's expression clearly, but she still closed her eyes in panic.

The skin under his palm was obviously tense, as if unable to bear it. Chen Yuchu's pupils were dark, hiding a turbulent emotion. His magnetic and gentle voice rang out: "No."

The two simple words made no sense, but Yan Jiu strangely understood them, but she didn't respond.

The thin lips covered hers in the next second, pouring down like snow, and the crisp mint scent filled her entire mouth. Yan Jiu's pupils trembled slightly. Chen Yuchu deepened the kiss, pressing against the tip of her tongue to delicately taste the taste of the top. She was suffocated by the kiss, like a fish that fell on the shore and became swollen and weak due to lack of oxygen.

In the breathing room, her butterfly bones trembled slightly, and her slender fingers pressed against his strong chest. She seemed like a goldfish trapped by him, panting slightly and making sweet sounds.

The rough fingertips stroked the swollen red lips and brushed the entangled silver threads. The eyes merged with the darkness. Perhaps he was not the only one trapped.

Yan Jiu breathed in the fresh air greedily, with a few tears at the corners of her eyes. Just when she thought it was over, hot lips pressed against her jaw, leaving tiny kisses along her beautiful and slender swan neck.

"No..." Yan Jiu's slender fingers grabbed the silk nightgown, the smooth texture rubbing against his hands felt strange, and a sweet voice overflowed from his lips.

The lingering atmosphere became even more charming. She swallowed and said, "You lied to me."

He grabbed the trembling hands on his chest and slowly pulled them down. His sharp Adam's apple rolled against them, and his voice was hoarse and suppressed. "I'm not lying to you."

As soon as his soft hands touched the object that was so hot that it seemed not to belong to this world, he couldn't help but make a sound in his throat, how could he do this.

He was obviously lying to her.

How could he possibly bear it?

And how could she possibly bear it?

Tears welled up in her almond-shaped eyes out of fear, trembling and hanging on her eyelashes. A thin mist covered her vision. Her hands struggled hard to stay away from the heat that was far above normal. The tears that were about to fall finally rolled down her cheeks, wetting her red and swollen lips. She repeated the words, "You lied to me."

"Yanjiu," Chen Yuchu's arms were taut with veins, his voice low and strong, "You must trust me."

In the dim light, Yan Jiu's beautiful eyes were sparkling and hazy. She stared at Chen Yuchu blankly, and her watery pupils concealed an alluring power.

She pursed her rosy lips, her delicate skin was a peach pink, and she stared at Chen Yuchu nervously. She didn't know whether she should believe him, nor did she know how he wanted her to believe him.

Yan Jiu opened her black and clear pupils, and Chen Yuchu looked at her deeply. He let go of her hands, and licked and kissed her throat from her chin, which had a clear outline without a trace of fat, and stimulated her to let out a low moan.

Like a cat humming.

Chen Yuchu paused for half a second, then held her closer, so close that he could fully feel the changes under her palm. Her heart also began to swell and expand, and it felt like it was floating towards the sky.

She is a dandelion floating in the air, scattering fluff, and who knows where she will drift to with the wind.

The air was filled with a sweet scent, and the snow-white skin was coated with layers of pink, as sweet and delicious as cotton candy.

Chen Yuchu's thin lips covered the strawberry soufflé, which had the texture of airy marshmallows, sweet but not greasy. His tongue lingered on the tip of the cherry-pink strawberry, and his cold brows were stained with a hint of deep color and desire. It was an addictive sweetness.

Even the coldest wind will be drowned in this tenderness.

The temperature in the room continued to rise. Yan Jiu's breathing stagnated slightly, his gentle brows knitted together, his eyes blurred as if he was drunk, and his voice was incoherent, "Chen..."

"Chen Yuchu!"

Her body was suddenly stimulated and she screamed.

The wind outside the window was hitting the trees violently, the lush leaves made sounds, the white gauze curtains swayed in the rolling wind, and the sharp sounds were muffled.

The lace under the pink nightgown was so thin that there was no resistance at all. Yan Jiu bit her lips tightly. Any slight movement made her feel the limit. The rough fingertips rubbed the most delicate part, and every caress almost made her unable to control herself.

She almost wanted to ask Chen Yuchu if he should be more straightforward.

Stop torturing her.

The burning sensation under her palm made her clearly aware of—

She wasn't the only one suffering.

Chen Yuchu's sharp Adam's apple rolled, his jawline tensed, and his restrained voice was too hoarse in the dark night, "Yanjiu."

He kissed her pink skin over and over again, calling her name over and over again, his voice seemed to contain unconscious affection, and seemed to be completely wrapped in desire.

In Chen Yuchu's life so far, there has been no event that is beyond his control. He is a master strategist, and everything is planned and calculated properly.

But at this moment, he could hardly control himself.

Under his slender fingers was the softest part of Yan Jiu, tightly embedded in him. Feeling Yan Jiu's suppressed trembling, a very strange feeling surged in his heart.

He should have felt bad for not being able to vent his desires, but at this moment he felt more satisfied.

The room was too dark, and the scattered night light prevented him from seeing Yan Jiu's expression, but her body reaction could not be faked. His cerebral cortex seemed to be stimulated by something, and he felt faintly excited.

The veins connecting the back of his hand to his arm were stretched tight, like an arrow on a bowstring, hidden and unshot. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, past his high nose bridge, his straight, thin lips, along his sharp Adam's apple, and the smooth curve of his abdominal muscles, rolling down to some hidden place.

The straight lip line was slightly raised, and the fingertips with thin calluses were filled with a sweet taste.

......

"Take a shower?" A low, hoarse, and magnetic voice sounded.

"Hmm..." Yan Jiu was startled by his own sweet voice as soon as he spoke. After a half-second pause, he slowly said, "You go first."

Are you afraid of taking a shower with yourself?

Chen Yuchu raised an eyebrow, but didn't get angry. Everyone has different personalities. He knew that some things were temporarily impossible for Yan Jiu. She was easily shy and overly reserved and gentle. His Adam's apple moved, "Ladies first."

Chen Yuchu's English is a very standard British accent, which sounds magnetic and pleasant, with a very classical flavor.

Yan Jiu moved her stiff and numb hands away and hesitated for a moment. She thought Chen Yuchu should be more anxious than her, and she didn't understand why he was still talking about gentlemanly manners at this time.

Chen Yuchu seemed to understand Yan Jiu's implication and coughed lightly, "I will take a long time."

Yan Jiu was stunned for a moment before he realized what Chen Yuchu meant. All the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks, and his already flushed face was almost bleeding.