In the darkness, Su Ping heard her own heart pounding. The first person she thought of was the man in the leopard-print shirt.
Thinking of that face, Su Ping felt nauseous and struggled violently in resistance.
But the man behind her gave her no chance to resist, pressing her against the wall while holding her waist tightly with one hand, as if trying to merge the two of them into one.
The cool lips licked her earlobe, and Su Ping trembled. She tried to hide to the side, but in the darkness, those lips seemed to have eyes, and no matter where she hid, they would find her.
I'm going all in!
Su Ping counted down in her mind: three, two, one.
The man clearly hadn't expected her to be so bold, and let out a muffled groan.
She began to silently recite in her heart: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony...
Finally feeling less guilty, she realized that the two of them were still locked in this stalemate, so she spoke up to threaten the man behind her.
"Let me go, or I'll show you what it means to rather die than live in dishonor!"
There was no movement behind her. To prove her determination, Su Ping gritted her teeth and tightened her grip.
Just bear with it; after all, it's not her who's suffering.
Finally, the man couldn't take it anymore and rested his chin on her shoulder, panting heavily.
"Let go, it's me."
Why does that voice sound so familiar?
Just as Su Ping was unsure and wondering if she had misheard, the man seized the opportunity to turn her body around.
The neon lights from the street shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the eyes behind the glasses were filled with lust, which startled Su Ping.
"President Shen?"
Shen Jiayu frowned upon noticing the change in how she addressed him.
"Why aren't you calling me 'brother' anymore?"
After saying that, he lowered his head and bit her lips, a gesture of goodwill.
"Mr. Shen, you're drunk."
Su Ping placed her hand between the two, creating some distance between them.
Shen Jiayu must have drunk a lot of alcohol; his breath reeked of it, enough to make anyone drunk.
For some reason, Shen Jiayu felt a surge of irritation upon hearing her distant and indifferent tone.
That's not how it should be.
He desperately wanted to grasp something, so he cupped Su Ping's face and kissed her.
Their lips intertwined, as if only in this way could the unease in their hearts be less intense.
Su Ping was displeased and pushed him away, but before her raised hand could fall, he caught it.
"You want to hit me again?"
Shen Jiayu stroked her wrist, feeling the pulse beating beneath her skin, and a thought raced through his mind.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand and placed it behind his back so she could hug his waist, while using the other hand he took off the annoying glasses in front of him and threw them aside.
Su Ping looked at the glasses that had been carelessly tossed on the ground and felt a pang of regret.
You spendthrift man, you just throw away those gold-plated glasses like that?
Dissatisfied that her gaze wasn't on him, Shen Jiayu forcefully lifted her chin, pulled her close to his waist, and kissed her deeply.
As they kissed, Su Ping realized something was wrong.
She stood frozen, afraid to move, lest something go wrong.
Shen Jiayu let his body react, and soon he was no longer satisfied with just kissing. He cupped Su Ping's face, looked at her eyes that were glazed over from his kisses and the tangled strands of silver hair that had formed between them when they parted, and felt like he was about to explode.
"Give me."
With a deafening boom, Su Ping was completely stunned.
The next second, I felt my body being lifted into the air.
Shen Jiayu held her in his arms and strode toward the bed in the center of the room.
The curtains in front of the French windows seemed to sense something and closed automatically.
The room was plunged into complete darkness, making all of my senses even more acute.
"Give me."
Shen Jiayu leaned over and whispered in her ear, repeating what he had just said.
Su Ping immediately sobered up and quickly grabbed the hand that was trying to fan the flames on her.
"no!"
Shen Jiayu's brows, which had been furrowed after being rejected by her, relaxed a little after hearing this form of address, but he was still somewhat unhappy.
"You don't want to?"
His voice was chillingly cold, as if if she shook her head, she would never see the sun rise again.
[Huluwa, I'd trade ten years of my real-world boss's lifespan for bleeding tonight!]
[Host, your soul has long since left the real world, so this deal is invalid.]
The Calabash Brothers refused decisively, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Noticing that Su Ping was distracted, Shen Jiayu sat up and turned her head toward him.
Tell me, you don't want to?
Su Ping couldn't help but get goosebumps.
Brother, could you please take your hand off her neck before asking that question?
Just as I was thinking of a solution, a warm current suddenly flowed out from below me.
It seems even the heavens couldn't stand it anymore!
Su Ping controlled the corners of her mouth that were about to turn backward.
"Mr. Shen, I think I've started my period..."
Shen Jiayu didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer: "What?"
"that……"
Having heard clearly, Shen Jiayu remained silent for two seconds before getting up and turning on the room light.
After making a phone call, I saw Su Ping had wrapped herself up in the blanket, with only her eyes showing.
"I'm not that heartless, don't hold it in."
Shen Jiayu chuckled and pulled the blanket off.
After saying that, he glanced at Su Ping, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and said, "Besides, we're not in a hurry. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Su Ping lowered her head even further and rolled her eyes.
You wish!
"Wait a few minutes, I've made a call, someone should bring the things up soon."
"Now, let's talk about something else."
Su Ping blinked: "What is it?"
What did you just call me?
Don't you know what I call you?
Su Ping couldn't help but mentally complain, but on the surface she still wore a puzzled expression: "President Shen?"
"No, it was right when I entered the room."
Su Ping seemed to have thought of something, her face instantly turned pale, and she bit her lower lip, remaining silent.
"Be good, talk to me, stop biting."
Shen Jiayu raised his hand and lifted her chin, his eyes darkening as he looked at her red, moist lips.
"Mr. Shen, do you like Sister Yifei?"
The girl in front of me looked timid, and immediately lowered her head after asking the question.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Jiayu's smile slowly faded, and he heard his own emotionless voice ask him a question.
Su Ping shook her head, and when she looked up again, her eyes were brimming with tears, just like a gardenia that blooms tenaciously in the wind and rain.
"I heard what you said to her that day." Su Ping's voice trembled with tears as she looked at him with a mournful expression.
"And what about me? What am I then?"
Seeing that the woman in front of him only had eyes for him, Shen Jiayu felt a little sorry for her and reached out to hug her.
"You two are different to me."
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