Then, a pleasant and melodious voice came from outside: "Just imported a bottle of red wine that’s been aged for over thirty years from abroad, I wonder if I have the honor of inviting Mr. Shi to taste it together."
The two entangled on the sofa stiffened almost simultaneously, their burning desires that could have ignited each other extinguished in an instant.
Shen Cheng pushed him off her body with her hands, sat up to tidy her disheveled clothes, and got up to leave.
Shi Yu grabbed her hand in a flash, narrowing his eyes, "What are you doing?"
Shen Cheng turned her head slightly, generously saying: "I’ll be leaving first, not to interrupt you."
"We?" His cold and detached eyes seemed to freeze over, frighteningly cold.
She looked at him: "Yeah, isn’t someone inviting you for a drink? It’s not good for me to stay here."
Shi Yu suddenly became infuriated by her response, his gaze darkened, forcefully drawing her into his arms, gripping her shoulders as he pushed her heavily against the wall.
Thankfully, he wasn’t using much force, and she wasn’t hurt.
"What, you also want to try wall-pinning me now?"
Shen Cheng held her chin up, her back still aching slightly, but she didn’t show any signs of anger; instead, she remained calmly composed.
"Shen Chengzi, do you even have a heart?"
Seeing other women approaching him, she didn’t even get a bit angry!
This woman, did she really not care about him at all?
"Just because I said ’are you also trying to wall-pin people like others do’, is that a reason to get so angry? And how do I not have a heart?"
"Cut the crap, tell me, do you like me or not."
Shi Yu firmly grasped her shoulders, staring directly into her eyes, his chilly gaze somewhat terrifying.
Shen Cheng saw rage in his eyes, a profound rage.
These three words she had never said before suddenly slipped out of her mouth.
Sometimes men are just this unreasonable.
Some things, the more you don’t tell them, the more they want to know.
On the contrary, when you speak some words without any disguise, they feel you’re brushing them off.
So when Shen Cheng said those three words without hesitation, Shi Yu was in a bad mood.
His grasp intensified, causing Shen Chengzi real pain. She frowned and spoke in a low voice, "Can you be gentler..."
"I’m asking you if you like me." Although he reduced the strength in his hands, he still wouldn’t let her go.
Shen Cheng looked at him, "What do you want to hear, how do you want me to answer this question?"
When she says she doesn’t like him, this man wants to hear ’like’.
When she finally says she likes him, he thinks she’s not serious and is joking.
Who’s more troublesome, men or women?
Shi Yu stopped speaking, just looking at her like that, his eyes dark and looming, dangerously captivating.
Shen Cheng stared back at him for a full half-minute, then curved her lips into a smirk, "If I didn’t like you, would I let you sleep with me? And it’s happened so many times."
A woman, once she gives her body to a man, proves she’s lost her heart.
Shen Cheng doesn’t deny that.
Because she had unknowingly fallen for this man before her, a man with an incredibly strong possessive desire.
Looking back now, it seems somewhat ridiculous.
Her beginning with him was even more melodramatic than TV show plots.
Every encounter was a battle of wits, inevitably leading to a war of words.
How did they get to where they are now?
Shi Yu stared at her for a few seconds in silence, then suddenly reached out to embrace her.
Holding her tightly, he buried his face in her hair, "I want to sleep with you for a lifetime."