Chapter 770: Chapter 761: Girlfriend (1) Chapter 770: Chapter 761: Girlfriend (1) “What kind of thug talk is this?” Shang Feifei snapped angrily, “But I don’t want to.”
“You clearly do want it; your body is already ready.” Han Yifan moved the hand he’d just withdrawn to her nose, a subtle scent diffused around her nostrils. She knew it was the smell that lingered after sex, the scent of hormones.
Shang Feifei felt a mix of embarrassment, awkwardness, and a touch of anger, as she struggled to explain, “It’s just—a normal reaction, that’s all.” She truly hadn’t expected Han Yifan to be so upfront. To say it was shameless wouldn’t be right—it was just his way of bluntly putting such an embarrassing matter right in front of her. They weren’t even lovers; was this closeness appropriate?
“You said the same thing last night, and then we did it three times,” Han Yifan said with a look that suggested women always say one thing but mean another.
“You—I was drunk last night! I don’t remember anything.”
“Nonsense, with the shower running so loudly last night, you never sobered up?” Han Yifan refuted her point by point, “When you were clinging to me and sobbing last night, that’s not what you said. You were begging me to keep going.”
“I was clearly begging you to stop!” By the end of the previous night, she’d been softened into a puddle of mud in his palm, and he kept trying to reshape it. She had never felt such impact; it was as if her body and soul were shattered.
“See, you remember so clearly, yet you still try to deceive me into thinking you don’t?” All the intelligence Han Yifan had accumulated in his life had been invested in seducing women. At this moment, he was as shrewd as Bo Yan.
“You knew exactly what was happening, you knew what we were doing,” Shang Feifei pushed at him, but he simply turned his head to kiss her wrist, “Every time I moved closer, each rise and fall, every breath, and every inch my hand explored, you were aware. You’ve seen, felt every single inch I’ve kissed all over your body. You clearly found it very enjoyable.”
Shang Feifei couldn’t tell if it was his words just now that made her recall last night, or the fear struck by the sight of him kissing her hand, but her hand did soften for a moment. Han Yifan took the opportunity to draw closer and embraced her tightly.
“That’s still not okay!” Shang Feifei resisted fiercely, then suddenly thought of something, “Besides, we can’t, didn’t you use them all up?”
“Oh, that,” Han Yifan said with delight, “I had food delivery bring over a big box today, there are more than a dozen inside, enough for us to use. Your agent isn’t coming until tomorrow afternoon, right? Until then, we can take our time.”
He boasted about his cleverness, always planning ahead! He quickly unwrapped one and leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth, “Don’t worry, I know you artists, you can focus on your career without worries, I won’t let you have any regrets.”
After explaining so much, she still ended up succumbing to him. Shang Feifei’s feelings were incredibly complex; on one hand, just as he’d said, in just one night, she’d grown accustomed to his closeness and—even she had to admit—that Han Yifan had indeed made her very happy last night.
But in her heart, she couldn’t see him as a lover.
She said earnestly, “Han Yifan, I don’t like you.”
“How do you know you don’t like me when you’ve never tried to get to know me?” Han Yifan’s words left her momentarily stunned.