Chapter 18 Rose
Lin Shu's apartment.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the city’s dazzling and decadent night scene, with neon lights flowing, but not much sound can get through.
There was only one ambient light on in the room, and the light was dim and ambiguous.
Lin Shu was only wearing a silver-white silk suspender nightgown with thin straps draped over her shoulders, revealing her round shoulders.
Her carefully styled curly hair was a little messy.
She walked to the coffee table in the middle of the living room, on which stood a crystal vase filled with several gorgeous red roses.
Picking up the fine mist spray bottle beside her, she pressed it mechanically towards the rose.
“Squeak—squeak—”
Fine water mist is evenly sprinkled on the plump petals, condensing into crystal water droplets, slowly rolling down the petal tips and sinking deep into the gaps.
Lin Shu stared at the most colorful rose, her eyes a little out of focus.
Are you glad?
Of course I am grateful.
The red mark on her wrist caused by Gu Chengyu's grip still hurt slightly, reminding her of the thrilling confrontation in the backstage corridor just now.
She won the bet.
She didn't let him succeed, and didn't let herself become a plaything at his beck and call.
She saw the surprise and even the offended anger in his eyes.
That's good.
Anger is always better than complete indifference.
At least in Gu Chengyu's heart, Lin Shu was no longer a nameless object that could be disposed of at will.
She had a name and a temper.
She successfully left a mark in his arrogant world.
Regret?
How can I not feel regret...
She unconsciously applied force with her fingertips, causing the spray bottle in her hand to make a more rapid hissing sound. The water droplets even accidentally splashed onto her smooth arms, making them cold.
The petals were full of water, appearing a breathtaking deep red under the light. They stretched out tremblingly, as if they would not be able to bear the weight of the water in the next second.
Lin Shu couldn't help but imagine Gu Chengyu approaching.
The bulging lines of his shoulders and back beneath his black shirt, the scorching heat that could be felt through the fabric, the masculine scent mixed with strong liquor and high-quality oud...
There was also the undisguised desire surging in those deep, almond-shaped eyes.
So strong, so... powerful.
He was obviously in a very good mood tonight, and his determination to win almost burned through her disguise.
That state, that energy… She closed her eyes, her throat feeling dry.
Who gets the benefit?
Which vixen would take her place and endure that brutal plunder?
Are they the little actors on the set who are staring at him eagerly?
Or did Shen Que stuff something new into him?
The rose petals beneath my fingertips were slightly bent by the water droplets, and the fragile flower stems seemed unable to bear the weight.
Lin Shu suddenly let go of the spray bottle and fiddled with the most beautiful flower in annoyance.
The edge of the plump petals was scratched by her nails, leaving a little broken mark.
She picked up the glass of red wine on the coffee table, tilted her head back and took a big gulp.
The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the flame of unwillingness and secret desire deep in his heart.
The empty wine glass was placed back on the table with a loud thud.
She looked at the roses that were soaked with water and looked even more gorgeous, her eyes complicated and indecipherable.
I hope her choice is the right one.
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The next afternoon.
The sun shone through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains, casting a shadow on the carpet.
The air still lingered with the cold ebony scent belonging to Gu Chengyu, as well as the decadent atmosphere after that incident.
Su Qianqian's long eyelashes trembled several times before she opened her eyes with difficulty.
Her watery almond-shaped eyes still held a lingering trace of sleepiness and confusion, as if covered by a layer of mist.
She was the only one on the huge bed, and the place beside her was already cold.
She propped up her weak body and sat up, and the pure white silk quilt slipped from her shoulders.
"Hiss..." A slight gasp escaped from her delicate lips.
Just the action of sitting up causes soreness and swelling all over the body.
Her waist was incredibly soft.
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