Outside the door, as the two people left, Bao Gucheng scooped up the small woman in his arms and walked swiftly to the window!
The door was too unsafe for privacy, they needed a new battlefield!
The red pear wood bed creaked under the man’s weight, causing it to slightly dip.
Zuzi only felt the Spiritual Energy growing richer and more intense. At first, she was just savoring it in small breaths, but eventually, she was unconsciously taking deep and long breaths of the captivating energy...
Until the man’s restraint was provoked by her soft, long breaths, and his large hand instinctively slid open her collar, reaching for X...
Zuzi pressed her small hand against him, softly calling "Brother, no, you, can’t."
Bao Gucheng’s large hand suddenly froze.
A touch of reason returned to his impulsive mind: "Miss Zuzi, what did you just call me?"
Zuzi blinked, her Divine Sense becoming a bit clearer.
Oh no, what had she just said to the boy?
How could she mistake the boy for that old rival—his sudden movements had reminded her of that moment years ago when her rival tried to force Dual Cultivation on her.
Luckily, she hadn’t acted on impulse and slapped him just now.
The cause and effect were complicated to explain, so the little ancestor decided to play dumb: "Ahem, it’s nothing, Xiao Chenger."
Bao Gucheng gazed down at her fair little face for a moment, confirming: "Did you call me brother? Which brother dares treat you , hmm?"
Ah, I’m dead, failed at playing dumb.
Zuzi glanced aside, her big eyes slightly guilty: "Really, no. Xiao Chenger, can we continue?"
Bao Gucheng’s Adam’s apple tightened.
Obliging, he descended with fervent kisses again...
Lips, earlobes, small chin, slender white neck... leaving his brazen marks everywhere.
The sky had turned completely dark as night fell.
When Gu Qiusha urged them down for dinner, they reluctantly paused.
Zuzi pursed her water-slick lips, ready to head downstairs.
But Bao Gucheng opened her wardrobe, found a high-necked cardigan, and draped it over her, hiding the little, strawberry-like marks on her neck.
Walking behind the small woman, his gaze grew increasingly deep—
After all, which brother dared lay a hand on her?
Whether he had kissed or touched her, he would chop that bastard’s paws off!
Images of Xi Qingfeng, Xi Langyue, and Xi Chansha flashed through his mind, and his brow darkened with gloom.
So much so that throughout the entire dinner, he was peeling shrimp and picking out fish bones for Zuzi, not eating a single bite himself.
"Mr. Bao, is the meal my brother and I cooked not to your liking?" Gu Qiusha asked concernedly.
Bao Gucheng nodded reservedly: "It’s very good. I’m just not hungry."
Gu Qiusha’s emphasis on "brother" made him feel full again!
Gu Yuzhi didn’t miss the chance to remind Bao Gucheng of his status: "Mr. Bao, when you return to the capital, please pass a message to my nephew Xi Chansha, asking him to come back to Qingcheng when he has a chance, to manage the liquidation of his father’s company assets. You’re an elder, he’ll listen to you."
With communication so advanced now, why would you need someone to carry a message? Couldn’t you just make a call?
So Gu Yuzhi’s main point was not conveying the message but emphasizing the words "nephew" and "elder."
In other words, even Xi Chansha is of Bao Gucheng’s nephew’s generation.
And little Zuzi is even more of the next generation, Bao, you better keep your boundaries with the young girl and not overstep.
How could Bao Gucheng not catch the underlying meaning?
The man’s eyes sank deeper, calmly wiping his hands with a napkin before responding leisurely—