The presidential suite door clicked shut behind them, locking out the outside world.
Gu Chengyu never loosened his grip, half-dragging, half-pulling Su Qianqian into the spacious, luxurious bathroom. With one long reach, he twisted open the massive showerhead.
"Whoosh—!"
A stream of cool water instantly cascaded down, drenching them both.
"Ah!" Su Qianqian gasped as the cold shock hit her, her seaweed-like long hair instantly soaked and clinging messily to her cheeks and neck. She instinctively raised her hands to shield her face, but Gu Chengyu’s large hand clamped around her wrist, immobilizing her.
The water washed over her dull, makeup-covered cheeks.
The tinted moisturizer dissolved too slowly under the stream.
Gu Chengyu grabbed a men’s facial cleanser nearby and moved to smear it across her face.
Su Qianqian turned her head away, evading.
He frowned. "Keep resisting, and I’ll call the bodyguards in to hold you down while I remove it."
The girl froze, frightened into submission, letting him lather the cleanser over her skin.
Gu Chengyu’s gaze remained locked on her face.
The water rinsed over her smooth, full forehead, revealing porcelain-fine skin beneath;
over her small, straight nose, the tip now tinged pink from the cold;
over her ashen cheeks, unveiling an astonishing radiance underneath.
Droplets rolled down her delicate chin, tracing the elegant curve of her neck before disappearing beneath her collar.
Bit by bit, her true face emerged.
Eyebrows like distant mist-kissed mountains, eyes like autumn waters shimmering with ripples. Even filled with fear, those dewy almond eyes were breathtakingly beautiful—clear, innocent, with a slight upward tilt at the corners, naturally exuding a mix of vulnerability and allure. Her nose was delicate yet defined, her lips naturally soft and rosy.
Gu Chengyu’s breath hitched.
With the dullness washed away, this exquisite face was utterly mesmerizing.
Even for someone accustomed to beauty, this girl’s striking looks seized his senses with ruthless intensity.
That fleeting glimpse of purity in the flower shop hadn’t been an illusion.
She was exactly as she seemed.
"Heh…" A low chuckle escaped his throat, laced with anger at her deception—and something far more primal, the thrill of discovering prey.
The alcohol in his veins and the vision before him ignited a predatory hunger, a need to claim.
Gu Chengyu shut off the shower, his large hand gripping her slender waist as he effortlessly lifted her, one arm supporting her hips as he pinned her against the tiled wall.
"Mmph!" The wet fabric of her back pressed into the cold tiles, sending a shiver through her.
His black dress shirt, soaked through, clung to the defined ridges of his torso, every muscle taut with restrained power.
He leaned down, his phoenix eyes dark with dangerous intensity as they raked over her freshly revealed face.
"Little liar…"
His voice was rough, breath scorching against her chilled skin. "You hid yourself well."
Without another word, he captured her plush, damp lips in a searing kiss.
"Mmm—!" Su Qianqian’s mind blanked.
At first, it was slow, almost tender.
Then his true nature surfaced—punishing, devouring, savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
The girl could only tilt her head back, helpless beneath his assault.
Gu Chengyu was lost the moment their lips met.
Softer than he imagined. Like the finest jelly, sweet and yielding.
That innocent yet seductive look of hers drove him wild.
He wanted nothing more than to throw her onto the bed and take her, to see just how intoxicating that face would look in the throes of passion.
His burning lips finally left hers—now even redder from his attentions—only to trail hot kisses along her damp lashes.
Su Qianqian’s eyelids fluttered like a frightened butterfly.
His mouth traced the slope of her nose, nipping lightly at the tip, drawing a tiny gasp from her. Then lower, marking her jade-like chin with possessive nips.
Without hesitation, he descended to the delicate column of her throat.
"N-no… Young Master Gu…" Su Qianqian finally found her voice, fragile and tearful, her small hands pushing uselessly against his unyielding chest in a futile attempt to escape the intimate assault.
Her struggles were nothing against his strength.
Gu Chengyu ignored her, lost in the taste of her neck, her skin like the finest dessert beneath his lips.
One hand still held her up, while the other slid to her slender waist.
Even through the fabric, he could feel its softness—so small he could nearly span it with one hand.
"Let… let me go…" Her plea was a whisper.
Gu Chengyu lifted his head and crushed his mouth to hers again, swallowing every weak protest.
He sucked her full lower lip between his teeth, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
