Chapter 758: Chapter 755 Out of Control (1) Chapter 758: Chapter 755 Out of Control (1) She was very clear that there was no love in her heart, but strangely, she did not feel a strong aversion either.
The most terrifying thing was that as she kept getting closer to him, there seemed to be a kind of wonderful chemical reaction occurring. When the first wave of cold air hit, she couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.
Just a faint sound from her throat, and she froze completely. She even pressed her fist to her lips, hardly believing that the sound had just come from her.
She had never experienced anything before, nothing like the two next door who were having a blast. She was neither repulsed by nor eager for such things. To her, the highs and lows described in novels didn’t exist; it was simply a natural progression when passion deepened. If Glasses Guy hadn’t cheated, they might also have naturally progressed to this point over time.
But just now, she had been truly stunned, as if something had scratched an itch, that indescribable delicate sensation was overwhelmingly nuanced.
Yifan, who had been silent all this time, also turned his head to look at her, took her fist away from her mouth, covered her lips, and whispered in her ear, “You are truly beautiful right now.”
Shang Feifei looked at him somewhat frantically, experiencing a loss of control for the first time in her life. What was most terrifying was that this sense of losing control was expanding continuously, as if her foundation was sinking and collapsing tumultuously. She dared not make a sound, unsure whether she feared the reporters outside, him, or facing this side of herself.
“I can’t… my voice… outside… there are people.”
Understood. Han Yifan didn’t go around in circles like Bo Yan, interpreting seven or eight meanings from a single sentence. Since she didn’t want to make a sound, he had no choice but to silence her, swallowing her words into his belly.
Unable to speak, the darkness somehow magnified her other senses, and she could feel his face, his contours, his strength distinctly. And always, when she felt like she was on a roller coaster, thinking a swift descent from a high point was the end, she hadn’t expected it to be the start of another phase.
Alcohol had numbed her limbs but stimulated her brain, amplifying her senses. It was only now that she realized why so many people fell for the “trap” of alcohol. His fervor and effort had completely washed away everything about Glasses Guy, leaving only him.
After a long while, when Yifan finally landed on her lips one last time, she gently pushed him away. She still wasn’t used to being so intimate with him; they weren’t lovers, not even friends, so what was this?
She hurriedly got up, casually picked up his bathrobe and draped it over herself, and hurried out: “I’m going to take a shower.”
Yifan just hummed, and her footsteps were slightly unsteady.
Shang Feifei entered the inner bathroom, turned on the water to wash herself, and saw a bruise in the mirror. Fortunately, her acting costumes were quite modest, so it probably wouldn’t show. But why him? Why hadn’t she rejected him just now?
She thought about it and realized that although things had become a blur and they had been intimate, she still didn’t want to become Yifan’s lover. She decided to consider the recent loss of control a one-time accident; she had no plans to fall in love for the time being, especially not with him.
Calmness settling in, she felt much more at ease and was about to turn off the water and go out when Yifan suddenly pushed the door open, “There are no more bathrobes outside, do you have one in here?”
As the door swung open, he came face to face with her under the shower.