Chapter 44 Fiercely Tell Me, Who Do You Want?

She bit down hard, and Liang Huaixu even tasted a hint of blood, yet he relished it, tacitly acquiescing and deceiving himself.

But gradually, this punishment became distorted.

Her tongue gradually slipped between his teeth, and her slender, pale fingers moved downwards to unbutton his shirt. Her soft, boneless hands slipped inside the white shirt, like a bewitching white snake.

Everywhere he went, a tingling sensation spread through him, and Liang Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed as he couldn't help himself.

Before I knew it, the mischievous hand reached my waist.

With a "snap," the belt came undone.

Liang Huaixu suddenly snapped out of his daze, grabbed her wrists, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get up."

Not only did Zhuang Fuyao not get up, she even moved forward a little more. Her silk slip dress was completely bare underneath, and she was bound to expose herself during the tugging.

From his perspective, he could not avoid seeing her full curves.

Liang Huaixu's heart tightened, his eyes filled with a complex mix of restraint and desire, tinged with a frenzied obsession.

"You're drunk."

"So what?"

Her sweet breath sprayed onto his face, and the air was thick with an intimate atmosphere.

“Since you’ve already decided to move out, what are we doing?” Liang Huaixu, his forehead veins bulging with suppressed anger, was still trying to reason with her.

Is she a lover you can't keep in the open? Or just a tool you use occasionally when you remember her?

He can disregard all of this, even as his inner depravity screams wildly. Isn't it better to succumb to his inner depravity? Isn't this what you've always dreamed of doing? What are you pretending to be high-minded for?

No matter how, it's always good to stay by her side.

Just as his sense of morality was on the verge of collapse, he forcibly pulled it back with reason—he couldn't.

He understood Zhuang Fuyao's fastidious nature; if she had someone else she liked, she would definitely regret it once she came to her senses.

He couldn't let her be trapped in this cycle of self-blame and regret just for the sake of momentary pleasure.

She was drunk, but he remained sober, acutely aware of the torment she was inflicting on him. His pride in his composure was a joke in her presence.

Zhuang Fuyao had no time to pay attention to his question and protested, "My wrist hurts."

A glance revealed that her originally fair skin was marked with a red mark.

Liang Huaixu paused for a moment, then let go of his hand.

Having regained her freedom, Zhuang Fuyao continued to push her luck, relentlessly igniting passions on his chest.

“Fufu,” he called her by her nickname, “we can’t.”

Why not?

She really couldn't understand what he was hesitating about. Since neither of them had a clear new relationship, why couldn't they just leave? This was the most frustrating thing that had happened to her since she transmigrated.

The husband inexplicably becomes the ex-husband, and the ending in the story is a complete disaster, like a death sentence handed down in advance.

She refused to believe it and was determined to salvage the relationship and be with Liang Huaixu for the rest of her life!

"Is it that you can't, or that it's impossible?" Her gaze lingered on his taut suit trousers, which were stretched taut. "You clearly have a reaction."

Liang Huaixu's expression remained unchanged. "It's just a normal physiological reaction."

"A normal physiological response?"

Zhuang Fuyao raised an eyebrow slightly and defiantly squeezed down, "You're tougher on the outside than on the inside."

She even flicked it lightly with her fingertip, acting completely out of line.

Liang Huaixu almost groaned, gritting his teeth, a hint of anger in his voice, "Let go."

"Don't loosen it!"

Do you know what you're doing?

"Didn't you help me before?" Zhuang Fuyao laughed mockingly. "You're allowed to help me, but I'm not allowed to help you?"

"You keep saying you can't, but I'd like to interview Professor Liang. Does helping your ex-wife Ziwei count as being friends with her?"

She merely circled it slightly, and a few large matsutake mushrooms overflowed joyfully, staining the color of her suit trousers.

Zhuang Fuyao gave him a meaningful look. "So agitated. Liang Huaixu, do you think we're still innocent?"

In Liang Huaixu's understanding, helping her certainly didn't fall into the category of friendship. But he didn't know if she thought the same way. She was used to being willful and disliked following rules the most, and given their special identities, he couldn't be sure.

Hearing her question, he realized something was amiss. While her hand held his desire, he looked probingly at the audacious man straddling him and asked in a deep voice, "What is your relationship with Zhao Zilin?"

Zhuang Fuyao was slightly taken aback, and asked him in return, "What do you think our relationship is?"

"Your crush?"

"What if it is? And what if it isn't?"

Liang Huaixu narrowed his eyes dangerously. "If it's the former, then what we're doing now is a mistake."

Zhuang Fuyao raised her lips almost imperceptibly, finally forced out by her.

She had little experience in relationships and suffered from her inexperience. She originally wanted to add one last spark to his heart, but ended up igniting herself instead, which caused some internal conflict. She wondered if she was overthinking things. Although Liang Huaixu was an extremely restrained and self-disciplined person, people are not simply black and white, and there are many dark sides that are difficult to resolve.

So strictly speaking, his helping her relieve her stress and secretly looking at her Weibo only shows that he wavered; anything else, unless he said it out loud, doesn't count.

After such a long period of maneuvering, the older man finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Fuyao suddenly felt more at ease.

You're right.

She seemed to suddenly realize something as she got off him, straightened her posture, and said, "I've thought about it, and we really shouldn't have done this."

He saw that the instigator who had made fun of him was about to leave.

Liang Huaixu frowned, his gaze deep, and pulled her over, pinning her to the headboard. "What do you mean? Explain yourself before you leave."

Zhuang Fuyao's shoulder blades sank into the soft mattress. She raised her chin and looked at him, her gaze sweeping from top to bottom over his sharp face and his rumpled shirt...

Finally, we saw that he hadn't given up.

She pretended to push against his chest, feeling the hard, hot touch under her palm. She was a little confused, but she still had to keep up the act.

Zhuang Fuyao avoided his gaze.

"Look at me," Liang Huaixu said coldly, turning her chin and stroking her delicate nape with his other hand. "Answer my question."

Zhuang Fuyao suppressed her excitement and fluttered her eyelashes. "I drank tonight and almost lost control. Luckily, you reminded me, and I sobered up instantly."

The rehearsals in the small theater during this period have greatly improved her acting skills. At this moment, she is not flustered at all, "Now that I have Zhao Zilin, I shouldn't have any more involvement with my ex-husband."

"What do you mean by 'already exists'?"

Zhuang Fuyao didn't answer that question, and continued talking to herself, "You should be able to sense my initiative towards you when I first transmigrated. At that time, I hadn't yet broken free from our past relationship, and I really wanted to get back together with you, but you were always lukewarm towards me, so after a while, I gave up."

"Later I met Zhao Zilin. He's younger and more energetic than you, and we share many interests. Of course, most importantly, he's very proactive with me and never rejects me. I can be close to him without any worries, and he won't say anything is wrong. When I can't sleep at night because of mosquito bites, he won't refuse if I want to go to his room..."

Liang Huaixu's heart was racing. He was confused by her first statement that she wanted to be with him again, but then he was furious at her second statement.

He forced a calm demeanor and asked, "What do you mean by going to his room when you can't sleep at night? Are you two already together?"

Zhuang Fuyao didn't answer directly, her eyes darting away. She looked like someone who had done something wrong and was caught red-handed, feeling guilty.

Liang Huaixu narrowed his eyes dangerously, like a tiger or leopard that had been holding back for a long time. His anger and jealousy made him want to tear his prey apart and devour it.

Faced with his questioning, Zhuang Fuyao scoffed, "It was bound to happen sooner or later. The moment you pushed me away, you should have been prepared that if we didn't get back together, I would fall in love with another man, hug him, kiss him, bite his ear, be intimate with him, even sit on him like tonight..."

Her acting was so good that it was almost impossible to detect any flaws.

Fortunately, Liang Huaixu was used to maintaining calm and rational thinking even in harsh environments. From the moment she mentioned that she had wanted to reconcile with him, he recognized the flaw in her statement.

It's not hard to guess that she was trying to provoke him.

Knowing her true feelings, his rationality quickly returned, and he suddenly felt relieved.

However, even knowing this, I still couldn't help but get angry when I heard those provocative words.

Zhuang Fuyao continued talking, and in order to provoke him, she went further and further into the realm of explicit content.

She was right about one thing.

If they don't reunite, this could very well become her daily routine with her future lover. Just thinking about it for a moment, Liang Huaixu, tormented by this anger and desire, was close to losing control.

Seeing her still chattering away, Liang Huaixu couldn't take it anymore and fiercely silenced her with a kiss.

Finally, he no longer had to listen to her hurtful words. His kiss was domineering and irresistible, with ambiguous wet sounds between his lips and teeth.

Zhuang Fuyao initially tried to feign resistance, but he knew her sensitive spots all too well. Ripples spread across the water's surface as he stirred her, and her whole body went limp. Her slender, white legs stretched straight out, her toes curled, and she gripped the sheets tightly…

He suddenly stopped just before reaching the critical point.

Zhuang Fuyao looked like a fish out of water, her eyes glistening with a mixture of reproach and urgency. Liang Huaixu suppressed his desire and tenderly stroked her sweat-dampened hair.

"Fou, tell me, who do you want?"