The moment Gu Chengyu spoke those words laced with indulgence and resignation, Su Qianqian knew she had won.
Got him again~
Her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, her delicate face radiating undisguised triumph and mischief.
Yet her victory lasted barely three seconds.
Gu Chengyu’s large hand tightened around her waist, effortlessly lifting her from the couch in one swift motion.
"Ah!" Su Qianqian gasped as the world spun—until she found herself straddling his thighs, face-to-face.
The position pressed them dangerously close.
Her slender waist was locked in his grasp, her rounded hips molded against the lines of his muscular thighs, her soft chest flush against the unyielding planes of his torso.
Worse still, through the thin fabric of her dress, she could feel the scorching heat radiating from his body…
"You—how could you!" A rosy flush bloomed across Su Qianqian’s delicate cheeks.
Flustered, she pressed her fair, slender arms against his chest, squirming to break free.
"Beast! Let me go!"
But her feeble resistance was no match for him.
Not only did his grip remain firm, but his other hand rose to cradle her face, fingertips tracing her plush lips with aching tenderness.
"Baby."
His voice was rough, thick with desire as he leaned into the shell of her ear, whispering like a sinful temptation, "Tell me—are you some little enchantress sent to ruin me?"
Without waiting for an answer, he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
At first, it was slow, savoring the honeyed sweetness unique to her.
Then it turned ravenous.
"Mmm…" Su Qianqian melted into him, her small hands fisting his shirt for balance.
When Gu Chengyu finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, glistening. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing, breaths mingling.
His eyes burned with unrestrained hunger, voice gravelly and thick:
"Little minx, you had me wrapped around your finger in under three minutes…"
"Say 'Chengyu-gege' for me again, hm?"
Dazed from the kiss, Su Qianqian’s body was pliant, but her stubborn streak flared at his request.
She’d already gotten what she wanted—why should she play nice now?
She turned her face away, evading his smoldering gaze, her pout soft and petulant. "No! I won’t!"
That willful, spoiled defiance only darkened his gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing sharply.
His hand slid lower, gripping the curve of her hip through the flimsy fabric—not too gentle, not too rough.
"Such a brat. The second you get your allowance, you won’t even humor me?"
The girl stayed silent.
Gu Chengyu scoffed.
His mouth trailed down, teeth grazing the delicate column of her throat, leaving a mark that made her shiver.
"Ah-Yu…" Su Qianqian’s last shred of rationality made her push weakly at his chest.
"No… you haven’t even showered yet…"
He paused mid-kiss.
Pulling back, he took in her glazed eyes and kiss-swollen lips before chuckling darkly.
"Shower?"
He echoed, voice dripping with danger. "Fine."
In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up, an arm hooked under her thighs as he carried her toward the master bathroom.
Su Qianqian yelped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
The black card symbolizing her ten-billion-allowance was still clutched tightly in her fist.
"No joint showers!" she protested, cheeks burning as she nuzzled against his shoulder. "Put me down! I’ll walk—I’ll use the guest bathroom!"
Gu Chengyu ignored her.
He kicked the bathroom door open, stepped inside, and shut it behind them with his foot.
……
Steam fogged the bathroom, the temperature rising with every passing second.
Su Qianqian’s bare back pressed against the cold tiles, her head spinning.
Her fingers still clung desperately to that black card.
Ten billion.
She couldn’t let go.
But in the end, even that resolve crumbled under his relentless assault.
Her grip slackened, her delicate fingers splaying across the sculpted muscles of his back as the card slipped free.
It hit the wet tiles with a soft plink, forgotten in the haze of desire—just like the girl and the man consumed by her.
