An adult man, who doesn’t have physical needs? He was just stirred by her to the point of unbearable desire, and without resolution, if he doesn’t cool down in time, he might be tormented to death.
Shen Cheng felt she might have played a bit too far, so she had the servants bring over two cups of iced coffee, one sweetened, one unsweetened.
With a cup of coffee in hand, she walked towards the pool. Reaching Shi Yu’s back, she asked softly, "Care for some coffee?"
Originally intending the iced coffee as a peace offering, she did not expect him to outright reject her: "No."
"Oh! Then I’ll drink it myself."
A bit disheartened, Shen Cheng answered and simply sat down by the poolside, placing a cup of coffee on the ground while she held the other cup, preparing to drink.
Yet Shi Yu suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her—a faint gaze carrying a tinge of cold solitude: "You’re not allowed to drink either."
With the coffee cup paused at her lips, Shen Cheng retracted her gaze slightly and asked with confusion, "Why?"
Even a sip of coffee had to be permitted by him; was this man being a little too domineering?
Shi Yu didn’t speak but instead reached for the cigarette pack lying at the poolside, lit one, and took a brooding drag. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke impatiently, "Isn’t it said that women shouldn’t touch cold things during their special periods?"
Shen Cheng’s lips unwittingly curled into a smile. Was his possessiveness too strong, his desire for control too intense, or was he actually caring for her?
She smiled teasingly, with a light voice said, "I’m not that delicate."
Since the age of sixteen, her life had undergone earth-shattering changes; every day she thought about how to deceive people, scam money, and never once cared about such things.
She lifted the coffee to her lips and took a sip. Unsweetened coffee, slightly bitter, with a tingling coolness and astringency that swiftly encompassed her mouth.
Shi Yu watched her, his gaze subtly deepening, and his large hand suddenly reached out in front of her, domineeringly snatching the coffee from her hand.
Due to the force, some of the coffee splashed out, falling into the pool water, slowly spreading and blending in.
Shi Yu held a cigarette in one hand and the coffee in the other, took several puffs of the cigarette in succession before bringing the coffee to his lips for a small sip.
He seemed quite unaccustomed to the bitter taste, with just a small sip, his eyebrows furrowed.
Shen Cheng wasn’t focused on whether he liked the bitter coffee or not, but on the fact that he drank from her cup.
Hiding the faint smile at the corner of her mouth, she asked him, "I heard you’re a bit of a clean freak, severely so. How is it that you don’t mind using someone else’s cup?"
"You are not ’someone else,’" Shi Yu corrected her, looking at her, his indifferent tone as cold as his expression: "And since I’ve slept with you and tasted your saliva, would I mind using something you’ve used?"
Sleeping with her, tasting her saliva, did he really need to be so blunt?
Unable to hold back, Shen Cheng asked, "What does sleeping with me feel like, and what does my saliva taste like?"
"No feeling, no taste."
Shi Yu exhaled such words in irritation, then continued to smoke, tilting his head back leisurely blowing smoke rings, his posture casual yet every bit exuded nobility.
With his upper body bare, his lower body submerged in water, the poolside lighting made it easy to see his perfect physique and the enticing ’Adonis belt’ that fueled seductive thoughts.
Shen Cheng met his gaze, her eyes curved into a smile, her lips pulled into a mischievous grin, "If you feel nothing, why the need to cool down, husband..."