Ling Chuxia hadn’t anticipated this at all. She was completely dumbstruck, her eyes wide open, filled with surprise and disbelief. It wasn’t until Shi Che forcefully pried open her teeth and unceremoniously invaded her mouth that she snapped back to reality.
The man’s body pressed down on hers, slightly heavy, and his kiss was forceful, even eager.
Ling Chuxia didn’t understand why Shi Che suddenly overpowered her, but his initiation was preferable to her painstakingly trying to push him, which might not have been successful.
However, perhaps because the previous painful memories were too vivid, every time they did this, she only felt a bone-piercing pain. The man’s breath enveloped her, his hot breath, his scorching touch—Chuxia couldn’t help but tremble in fear.
She dared not let Shi Che see her . Her hands quietly clenched the sofa beneath her, increasingly tightening their grip, desperately suppressing the fear in her heart.
Shi Che kissed Ling Chuxia deeply, his downcast eyes hiding the ripples in the depths of his gaze. The words that Chuxia had carelessly uttered just before had set his heart quivering.
"I’m worried about you."
Such a simple phrase struck his heart so easily. It was no longer about flirting deliberately or humbly appeasing. It was simply her concern.
Today, when she called him home, he had no hopes for her. Returning home and seeing Sister Hua, he felt not even a twinge of disappointment because he was already in utter despair, a despair so deep that his heart could not stir any ripples.
Yet, even in such despair, he was easily moved by her inadvertent words, even though she understood nothing, his heart still easily beat for her.
Shi Che held the woman beneath him tightly, kissing her wantonly as if wanting to convey all his emotions to her.
It was unclear whether it was Shi Che’s excessively passionate kiss, or something else, but Ling Chuxia gradually found breathing difficult, her head felt dizzy, and the nervousness seemed to fade unconsciously. She vaguely felt Shi Che lift her up, and then she was placed on the soft bed, her dress lifted, scorching heat consuming her bit by bit.
Their breaths were both rapid, especially noticeable in the silent bedroom, so much so that the sound of opening a drawer was exceptionally clear.
At first, Ling Chuxia was a bit slow to react, her gaze hazy as she looked at Shi Che. Then she saw him lean over, his hand reaching for the bedside table drawer, and she suddenly woke up.
Shi Che was about to put on a condom!
Ling Chuxia couldn’t allow Shi Che to do it with a condom—that would be no different from before. What would be the point of asking him to come home?
Taking a deep breath, her hands clenched and then relaxed, relaxed then clenched, she swallowed hard several times before her trembling hand extended. Just as Shi Che was about to tear open the wrapper, her slender fingers slowly grasped his wrist.
Shi Che’s hand paused momentarily, his eyelids lifted, dark eyes sweeping towards her, his gaze deep, laced with desire, yet tinged with an added darkness and danger.
Ling Chuxia dared not look at Shi Che, feeling as if her breath was suspended in that instant.