His kiss came swiftly and fiercely like a violent storm and rain, ravaging her defenses completely in an instant!
All the way there, the man’s face was overcast like a looming mountain storm, so Zhixi had not expected that the first thing he would do... was to kiss her!
This kiss almost completely shattered the courage and momentum she had barely mustered along the way!
The man, holding her wrists against the door, kissed her fiercely with a hint of hatred, and a trace of inexplicable pity.
Zhixi’s body gradually softened, her eyes, originally widened in shock, now looked misty and moist, acquiring a touch of seductiveness.
He Jingyao finally gave her lips a deep, dragging suck before, gasping for air, he released her.
The darkness in his eyes churned, making Gu Zhixi tremble with fear. She moved her lips, intending to say something, but found that all she could do was gasp for breath; she couldn’t speak at all.
The man caressed her lips with his hand, his expression gradually calming down.
"Su Zixi?" he spoke softly, his tone carrying a playful edge, "You finally admit that you are Su Zixi but then say that my wife is already dead. Are you implying you no longer intend to be my wife, is that it?"
A sharp pain flickered through her eyes.
After a long while, she spoke hoarsely, "I can’t be the person who hurts you... I thought I could do it, but, to me... it’s just too heavy."
So heavy that... every day she spent by his side was filled with a sense of guilt.
The man she loved the most might die because of her; every time she thought of that, she felt so distressed that she couldn’t catch her breath.
He Jingyao silently watched her for a long time, eventually smiling faintly, "In that case, you shouldn’t have come back."
She shivered slightly, closed her eyes and said, "You’re right, I shouldn’t have come back... I’ve regretted it for a long time."
"What were you expecting before you came back?" He Jingyao suddenly laughed, his thin lips curving into a mocking arc, "Expecting me to tie you to my side, so you have no chance to escape at all, thus alleviating your guilt, huh?"
Zhixi’s tears fell once more, she shook her head forcefully, "No, it’s not like that... "
If he did that, her guilt would only deepen—not to mention she knew he wouldn’t.
"Then, what is it for?" he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up slightly.
"For Xiaobao." Zhixi bit her lip, "I wanted you to know about Xiaobao’s existence, after all, you are his father... but also feared that once you knew, you might take Xiaobao away, and I would have to part with him..."
"So, you secretly placed him by my side, yet didn’t plan to let me know he is my son, hmm?" His voice was low and deep, seemingly tinged with warmth.
It must be her imagination...
Zhixi’s eyelashes trembled lightly as she nodded, "Yes."
"But now I already know." He suddenly smiled a little.
Zhixi clasped her hands tightly, repeating softly, "That’s right, you know everything now... you know it all."
Having said that, she looked into his eyes, as if waiting for his verdict.
"Su Zixi." He softly uttered the name, with a hint of playfulness, "I can allow you to take Xiaobao with you, to live with you."
Zhixi’s eyes widened sharply, she said incredulously, "Really?"
"As long as you stay tonight." His voice was low, hoarse, and fraught with ambiguity.