Shi Yu’s eyes turned cold, a dangerous aura emanating from him.
Just as he was about to explode, Shen Cheng tiptoed up and delivered her lips to his, pressing against them.
Then, she exhaled smoke into his mouth.
This gesture was different from the last time Shi Yu blew smoke into Shen Cheng’s mouth.
Since she didn’t smoke and lacked experience, her movements were much clumsier by comparison.
Some smoke escaped from the corners of her mouth, so only a little bit of smoke entered Shi Yu’s mouth.
So she parted her lips from his and took the cigarette into her mouth again, taking another puff.
When she covered Shi Yu’s lips once more, Shi Yu wrapped his hands around her waist and with a graceful turn, pinned her body against the wardrobe.
Shen Cheng passed the smoke to him, he inhaled it into his lungs, and then a little seeped out of his nostrils—
For the first time, Shen Cheng wasn’t so resistant to the smell of smoke, nor disgusted by it.
The faint scent of smoke slowly dissipated in the air, mixing and merging together.
For a moment, the vast space was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Shi Yu parted his lips from Shen Cheng’s, his originally cold eyes now covered with a scorching heat; he looked at her and said in a deep voice, "Trying to start a fire?"
Shen Cheng leaned her head against the wardrobe, slightly tilting her chin up, her mouth slightly open, her lush lips more enticing than ever.
She didn’t resist, nor did she speak, completely offering herself up.
In front of Shi Yu, she rarely behaved so obediently.
Perhaps it was because she was usually too well-behaved that Shi Yu, although inflamed with desire, was still enduring.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, feeling each other’s warmth.
Shen Cheng just looked at him, at his distinctly carved face and those eyes that seemed to draw people in deeply.
She wouldn’t admit she liked this man, but she wouldn’t deny she was moved by him either.
This man, aside from being a bit too domineering, seemed to have no other faults.
Shi Yu also gazed at her with the same intensity, his deep eyes as if piercing through her body, reading her innermost thoughts.
"Want to say something?"
Indeed, he could guess what she was thinking.
"You... you’re pressing down so hard I can’t even breathe..."
Unexpectedly, Shen Cheng broke the tense atmosphere with her unserious comment.
"Can’t breathe? Just bear with it!" Shi Yu said with a stern face, not intending to back away even half a step.
"If I’m crushed to death, where will you find another wife as pretty as me?"
"If I want to find one, is there any I can’t find? Even a thousand, ten thousand, I can bring them all back!" The forceful tone carried a dangerous vibe.
"But, besides you, none appeal to me."
"If I don’t want you, who would dare to have you."
Just then, Shi Yu’s phone happened to ring.
He frowned, propped one hand against the wardrobe, and with some impatience, fished out his phone from his pocket.
Shen Cheng glanced at his phone and was speechless, not recognizing the number which he had saved as a numeral—
She remembered, Sun Yan seemed to be a 6.
Then what about this 66? Stupid pig?
After a few rings, Shi Yu still answered the call.
"Good son-in-law, is my daughter, your wife, with you now? If she is..."
Recognizing the voice of Shen Zhongming, Shen Cheng didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking, snatching the phone from Shi Yu’s hands and hanging up!
She tossed the phone into the wardrobe beside her and looked coldly at Shi Yu, speaking unhappily, "Will you die if you save a proper name? It’s either 6 or 66, and damn it, even 666!"