Later, Su Qianqian's misty eyes half-opened, gazing at the flickering light and shadows on the ceiling as she bit back a whimper, her delicate willow-leaf brows furrowing in discomfort.
The face of Lin Shu seemed to flash vaguely through her mind again.
"Distracted, hm?" Gu Chengyu, sharp as ever, caught her wandering thoughts and paused abruptly, lifting his head.
His eyes burned with displeasure.
He pinched her small chin, forcing her gaze to lock onto his face, his voice rough with desire. "Who are you thinking about?"
"N-no one..." Su Qianqian trembled under his piercing stare, sensing the storm of his anger. She shook her head hurriedly.
"I won’t dare to drift away again... Young Master Chengyu..."
"Young Master Chengyu?"
He repeated the title, his brows knitting in irritation.
He coaxed her softly, "Don’t call me that anymore, alright?"
His lips brushed against her delicate earlobe, his voice deep and intoxicating. "Say my name, sweetheart."
Just the thought of hearing "Chengyu" spill from her tender lips was enough to send a thrill through him, and he grew even bolder.
Su Qianqian’s slender, porcelain-white fingers clutched desperately at the edge of the sofa.
He kept urging her to say his name, but for some reason, she stubbornly refused.
She turned her head away defiantly, her small chin tilting up, her rosy lips pressed tightly together—silent.
"Tsk..."
Gu Chengyu let out a low, exasperated sigh at her unyielding resistance.
So damn stubborn.
If gentleness didn’t work, he’d have to be rougher.
No more words.
Their clothes scattered to the floor.
One of his large hands slid beneath her slender arm, his palm gripping her delicate shoulder, while the other locked around her supple waist.
Before she could react, a whirlwind of movement left her breathless.
Su Qianqian’s fingers twisted into the sofa cushions, her knuckles whitening from the strain, her almond-shaped eyes squeezed shut, her brows furrowed tightly.
Finally, her soft, tearful voice shattered, gasping out the two words he’d been craving:
"Chengyu... wuuh..."
The sound—so sweet, so seductive—pierced straight through him, igniting a fire deep in his chest.
Gu Chengyu only grew more fervent, the darkness in his eyes threatening to consume her whole.
"Say it again, my sweet Qianqian!"
"Nothing sounds better than my name on your lips..."
Su Qianqian barely caught her breath before her little mouth started protesting, her voice hoarse and thick with tears:
"You... you bastard!"
"I called your name, but you still—ah! You lied... mmm..."
Even as she struggled to scold him, her grip on the sofa only tightened, her fingertips sinking into the plush velvet.
Her eyes remained tightly shut, her delicate brows drawn together, her long lashes glistening with unshed tears—utterly helpless, utterly ravished.
Gu Chengyu listened to her weak protests and insults, not the least bit offended. If anything, it thrilled him.
A bastard? Fine, he’d own it.
Right now, he had far more pressing matters to focus on—no time to argue with her adorable little tantrums.
His kisses trailed down her jawline, lingering at the fragile curve of her neck.
His hands roamed over the smooth expanse of her back, relishing her helpless shivers.
"Be good, Qianqian... so good for me," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with possessive adoration.
"Say it once more, and I’ll spoil only you from now on. No one else. Just you. Hm?"
"...Won’t say it... uhn!"
"Then..."
