Chapter 107 Invisible Pressure
She had not expected such a quick response at all. She stumbled into his arms and froze there, panicked and at a loss.
Without saying a word, Chen Zeyu carried her on his shoulders and walked into the yard.
The movement was quick and decisive. Almost at the same time as she finished her first cry, she was suddenly flipped over and placed on his shoulders.
She was so frightened that her whole body was shaking, and she kept slapping him on the back, "Put me down, Third Master, please don't do this!"
She twisted her body desperately, trying to break free from the restraints, crying and begging, her voice already filled with sobs.
Chen Zeyu was not moved at all.
No matter how she struggled and cried, his arms were always firmly clasped around her waist. He walked steadily with an extremely cold expression, not even raising his eyelids.
She trembled and sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
On the verge of emotional breakdown, tears kept pouring out of her eyes. She could only lie on him helplessly, crying.
But the harder he cried, the more irritated he became.
A woman's tears are not a weapon, and they are especially ineffective in front of him.
Every tear she shed only made him more irritable.
He took a slow step and walked straight into the courtyard.
Finally, he put her down.
He reached out to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar, then slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons.
The movements were calm and casual, as if relieving a bit of invisible pressure.
"Don't cry, I didn't ask you to do anything."
Is he a beast?
He actually did something so coercive to her.
How to do something strong.
Shen Yan's body was still trembling slightly. She raised her hand and kept wiping the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes. She choked and said, "I want to go back to the dormitory."
After hearing this, he frowned slightly and said two words seriously: "No."
She raised her tearful eyes and asked with a trembling voice, "Why?"
His voice was noticeably deeper now, and contained a hint of suppressed emotion. "I just want you to stay with me for one night."
When he said this, his tone was not harsh, but his attitude of not refusing was evident.
She is indeed beautiful, with delicate features, especially her clear and moving eyes, which are particularly attractive.
He was deeply impressed by her the first time he met her in the library that day.
But what really made him remember this face was a conversation by the lotus pond later.
That night, by the lotus pond, amid the shimmering water, he casually asked her if she would be willing to be his personal assistant.
But she declined without hesitation and recommended another candidate.
"I think there are people who are more suitable than myself."
These were her exact words at the time.
It was these words and this look that made him remember this face firmly from that moment on.
Just remember it, no other thoughts or intentions.
After all, such trivial matters shouldn't bother you.
But on this ordinary day, no matter where he went, he heard the ambiguous rumors about her and him.
Those rumors seemed so real, with so much detail that it seemed as if they had been seen with one's own eyes, and so vivid a tone that one could almost mistakenly believe they had really happened.
So he was curious - what would happen if something really happened between him and her?
Will her face also show a crying expression because of me?
Such an inexplicable impulse began to sweep through every cell in the body, and repeatedly lingered on the edge of sanity.
Chen Yan stared at him in a daze, and the tears that had been flowing in her eyes suddenly stopped, and she forgot to continue crying.
The inner feelings were complicated and unclear, and there was even a moment of surprise and confusion.
In a moment of impulse, her rationality was suppressed at some point, and she actually stretched out a hand and slapped him hard in the face.
A crisp and sudden slapping sound was heard. The slap was so powerful that it forced Chen Zeyu's face to the side, and his facial muscles twitched slightly for a moment.
He slowly regained his posture of looking straight ahead and rubbed his chin which had been slightly tilted. His movements were calm but revealed a hidden strength.
Then, he chuckled and slowly said, "Tell me, what are you not satisfied with?"
His tone sounded like he really wanted to get to the bottom of things, and he wasn't angry or upset.
Then he added, his eyes slightly dangerous as he asked, "How can I make you willingly do this? I'm not willing to use force."
She secretly swore in her heart that if she really couldn't escape this battle-like situation tonight, then his plan would definitely be shattered.
So, she responded calmly and with a touch of disdain and sarcasm:
"Do you care whether you are satisfied or not?"
"You guys are always thinking about having fun, and you only care about whether you have fun or not."
“Do you ever care whether others are willing to play with you?”
She continued to question, each word piercing like a knife, "If you want someone to accompany you, find someone who's willing to cooperate... That way, at least there won't be any consequences. As for other people's choices and feelings, don't you really consider them at all?"
Finally, she almost growled, "Using force? Do you think that's fun? That method is not only rude but also meaningless."
Chen Zeyu narrowed his eyes and listened to her words, his face slightly cold but he did not interrupt.
He had clearly been giving it some thought when he said, "People like us?"
"Tell me, what did we do wrong or hurt you?"
"I didn't touch you in the end, did I?"
He stood there, his hands in his pockets, his eyes calm but unignorable, his tone a bit playful and complex, "I could have done something, but I held back."
She completely let go, no longer hiding her impatience and frankness, "If you want to do it, do it quickly. I still want to go back to the dormitory to sleep."
She looked up at him, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, as if what she was facing was not a possible risk, but an ordinary experience in life.
If she was destined to have no escape this night, then she would not struggle.
I have already figured everything out in my mind, and any resistance will be in vain.
Anyway, she was reborn, and she had personally experienced the heart-wrenching and regretful pain.
She had long seen through these little things between men and women, and they no longer caused her any unnecessary emotional fluctuations.
After he finished those things, he just sat quietly by the bed with an indifferent expression, as if he had completed a very ordinary task. "Things like this are over once they start. There's no point at all."
Thinking about what happened just now, he felt bored and had no sense of satisfaction in his heart, so he stopped worrying about it.
It's not that she hasn't thought about resisting, but here, in this territory that belongs to him, he has absolute power and is almost omnipotent.
There was no room for her to struggle, not even a glimmer of hope.
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