04. Knowing I have a boyfriend, you can't handle it?
Mu Jia stood in the hallway and knocked on the door.
He tapped the door open while looking down at his own shadow on the marble floor.
This time, there was no water in the stairwell, and the floor was so smooth it reflected light, so the shadows became smooth and complete again.
Two seconds later, the door opened.
She looked up at the person inside the door.
Seeing that Chu Chiyi was still wearing the same outfit he had just worn at the dinner table, he must have just gotten home and hadn't had time to change yet.
The man's shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing the defined lines of his collarbone. He was looking down at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He didn't get to finish his question because Mu Jia suddenly took a step forward.
She gently gripped the front of his shirt with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and tilted her head back to kiss his slightly pursed lips.
Chu Chiyi's lips were warmer and softer than she had imagined.
Faced with her sudden movement, the man's hands hung at his sides, and for a moment, he neither responded nor pushed her away.
But the situation suddenly changed.
Chu Chiyi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His fingers, which had been gripping her tightly, suddenly loosened and instead gripped the back of her neck firmly, preventing her from escaping. His other hand encircled her waist, pulling her completely into the room with irresistible force.
With a bang, the door slammed shut behind her, cutting her off from the outside world.
He pulled her along, and her back pressed lightly against the cool door panel.
His tall figure loomed over them, instantly regaining the initiative.
Compared to what she's doing now, all the things she took the initiative to do just now can only be considered superficial.
It was the same kiss, but it became deeper, hotter, and unusually forceful, prying open her teeth and lingering on her.
She clung to his shoulders, enduring the almost suffocating passion she had brought upon herself.
In the brief moment when Chu Chiyi stepped back slightly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath, his hot breath fell on her cheek.
The lights were off in the entryway. In the darkness, Chu Chiyi's eyes shone brightly. He rested one hand on her ear, waiting for her to catch her breath.
At the same time, he leaned down slightly, and with the fingertips of his other hand, gently caressed Mu Jia's slightly swollen lower lip.
After a few moments, he suddenly lowered his head again and kissed her lips.
Once again, his faint woody scent filled the air.
Chu Chiyi skillfully extracted air from her mouth until she was short of oxygen and her legs began to weaken.
Mu Jia's fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric of his chest.
After an unknown amount of time, his fingertips began to move downwards, tracing the smooth, well-proportioned chest and the well-defined, firm, and flat waist and abdomen.
Her hand didn't stop, naturally continuing downwards. The moment her fingertips brushed against his belt buckle, she felt Chu Chiyi's hand, which had been on her waist, suddenly move up and caress her back.
But the next second, he used force to easily pull her away from him.
Mu Jia looked up and stared at him in surprise.
Her chest heaved, and after that intense kiss, her lips were glistening with color.
Chu Chiyi's face remained calm and composed. Beneath his cool and aloof features, apart from the small ripple on his chest where she had crumpled his clothes and his slightly rapid breathing, there was no trace of any decadence.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mu Jia looked at him, then suddenly sneered and asked aggressively, "Didn't you send me? What's going on? What, is it because you know I have a boyfriend that you can't handle it?"
Her gaze returned to the man opposite her, and she saw something flash across his dark pupils.
But that emotion vanished in an instant, so quickly that Mu Jia was convinced she had misread it.
Then, Chu Chiyi asked, "Did you take your medicine?"
"This?" She took a medicine box out of her bag and waved it in front of him.
Chu Chiyi glanced at the unopened box of medicine and said, "Let's eat first."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room.
Mu Jia followed him into the living room, and was slightly surprised again.
Several dishes were laid out on the table, along with soup and rice.
The soup was steaming hot, so it must have just been packed from Jinjiangchun.
The food wasn't packed in restaurant takeout containers, but rather served in white bone china tableware.
She sat down at the table, looked at the dishes, and casually said, "Stir-fried liver with scallions, stir-fried bamboo shoots with vinegar... these are all my favorites?"
"Anything else?" she asked, looking at the man opposite her. "Shouldn't your next line be, 'You are my precious little darling'?"
Chu Chiyi frowned as he looked at her.
After a few seconds, she said, "Take your medicine after you're done eating."
She tilted her head and chuckled, "You really have no sense of humor."
Mu Jia picked up her chopsticks and lowered her head to eat.
Chu Chiyi didn't eat with her, he didn't even sit down, and no one knew where he went.
She was left all alone in the large living room.
She poked at the food in the dish in front of her with her chopsticks and noticed that all the cilantro in the pig liver had been picked out.
After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile.
That's just how he is; he's adept at feigning compliance and manipulating people's hearts.
It's as if they always hold a string, and with a pull and a release, they can manipulate people's hearts like puppets.
What's most infuriating is that afterwards they insist on putting on an innocent act, as if they had no intention of doing it.
How could he not be hated?
Mu Jia lowered her head and ate a few more bites. She wondered if it was because she hadn't been back to China for more than half a year and Jinjiangchun had changed chefs, but the dish of stir-fried liver with scallions in front of her actually tasted a bit fishy.
She forced herself to swallow, and the more she ate, the more her airway felt dry. She even suddenly began to understand Chu Chiyi's strange habit of never eating animal liver.
Just then, someone returned and gently placed something on the table.
Mu Jia looked up and saw a bag of Haihe milk with a straw inserted.
Chocolate flavored.
For some reason, the next second, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and looked up.
Their eyes met.
Chu Chiyi was also taken aback when he saw her wet eyes.
The space was silent for a few seconds.
After a while, I heard him ask, "What's wrong?"
Now that he had seen it, she was too lazy to pretend to care about saving face anymore, so she simply questioned him directly.
"Chu Chiyi, what are you pretending for?"
The man opposite her looked at her calmly.
His gaze gave her the feeling that she was being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum.
And he is trying his best to be accommodating and accommodating towards her.
Mu Jia's anger flared even more instantly.
In the heat of anger, however, one becomes more logical.
She organized her thoughts chronologically and questioned him methodically: "Chu Chiyi, what do you mean by delivering medicine to my doorstep by takeout late at night? What do you mean by packing these groceries back? And what was the meaning of what happened in the bathroom tonight?"
"You kept hinting that I should come, but when I arrived, you acted like you were avoiding me. What's the meaning of that?!"
She slammed down her chopsticks, biting her lip as she stared at him. After a long while, she continued to question him: "When did your sense of morality become so high? All these years, you've clearly never liked me, yet you've always slept with me quite happily, haven't you? What? Now that you know I have a boyfriend, you're so disgusted?"
Chu Chiyi looked at her, his surprised expression not lasting long, but he neither denied nor argued.
"You're talking nonsense!" Mu Jia glared at him. "Judging others by your own petty standards, do you think everyone is like you?"
Despite her direct dig at him, the man wasn't angry. Instead, he kindly explained, "I wasn't talking about him."
If it's not Xiao Yu, then it must be...?
Sure enough, he calmly said in a low voice, "After all, some people are very good at pretending to comply while secretly going against the grain, and doing things their own way from a young age..."
"……you!"
Ignoring her anger, he continued, "I packed these dishes because you didn't eat much tonight. It's best not to take loratadine on an empty stomach."
“In the bathroom earlier,” he looked at her, his thin eyelids slightly lifted, and continued to speak frankly, “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t intend to do anything at that time, I just wanted to see if you would react immediately.”
Then decide which medicine to buy.
“As for the latter part,” he looked at her, speaking in the most candid tone with the most shameless words, “it seems you were the one who closed your eyes first…”
"So in the first place, you just wanted to check if there were any allergy marks on my neck?!" Mu Jia stared at him, her eyes revealing a mixture of surprise and anger, or panic and embarrassment.
As expected, it was just the same old trick again.
When she starts to have thoughts of leaving, give her a little treat or a hint.
Just when the flame of fantasy begins to flicker and smolder, pour a bucket of cold water over it without mercy.
This has been Chu Chiyi's basic procedure for many years; she should have gotten used to it by now.
She thought to herself how ridiculous she had just been, wondering what kind of illusions she had about him.
Do you expect him to get jealous and lose his temper, staging a dramatic scene of forceful taking in her right in front of her "official boyfriend"?
She didn't know whether she was bewitched or had watched too many mindless TV dramas to have this idea.
Chu Chiyi has everything he wants and would never stoop to such things.
Even if he did, it would never be for her.
Ten years have passed, and she still can't see that he has no feelings for her.
Perhaps there was some care and accommodation provided.
To be frank, it used to be because she was a slightly difficult younger sister in her friend's family, but now it's because she's a slightly difficult bed partner.
His character, his sense of responsibility, and his fundamental values determined that although he was a scoundrel, he wasn't the kind of scoundrel who would just walk away without a second thought.
Just like the questions he had just answered, he simply stated the facts, cold and rigid, like being questioned aggressively by the opposing lawyer in court.
First, let the other party do as they please, then let them punch a cotton ball.
Then, without any mercy, they easily and decisively killed their opponent.
"I'm full, I'm going to sleep now."
The dining chair made a sharp "screech" sound as she suddenly stood up.
She stopped looking at him and got up to walk into the bedroom.
I was afraid that if I stayed even a second longer, I would lose control of the urge to strangle him.
Um, I, um, um, I have a boyfriend, and...
It's a bit immoral, but not much, hahaha
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