"Mm... Uhn..."
All of Su Qianqian's struggles were futile.
The tension was nearly overwhelming, threatening to shatter the last remnants of restraint.
Just as his lips left her flushed, swollen ones, intent on conquering further territory, large teardrops spilled from the girl's glistening almond-shaped eyes, trailing down her porcelain cheeks.
"Young Master Gu..." Her voice was soft and delicate, pitiful yet irresistibly alluring.
Those tear-filled eyes gazed up at him timidly, pleadingly, meeting his predatory, handsome face.
Gu Chengyu paused, his sharp phoenix eyes studying her tear-streaked face.
That fragility and fear unexpectedly pierced through the haze of his indecent thoughts.
Su Qianqian felt the grip on her waist loosen slightly, and she immediately seized the moment. With a voice sweet and trembling, laced with cautious submissiveness, she begged haltingly, "I'll be good... I promise... Could you... let me wash up first?"
Her long lashes fluttered, her tone dripping with vulnerability. "You smell of alcohol, and I'm such a mess... Please..."
Her delicate body shivered in his arms, the soaked, cheap T-shirt clinging to her curves, outlining the tempting swell of her chest.
Gu Chengyu stared at her exquisitely fragile face.
She looked utterly ravished yet desperate to please, like a kitten nuzzling up to its master.
A mere plaything shouldn’t warrant his patience.
But one so pristine, so breathtakingly beautiful, who promised obedience—
Her first time deserved some restraint, some care.
At the very least, not on the cold bathroom tiles.
The storm in Gu Chengyu's eyes gradually stilled.
His breath fanned against her neck as his large hand slid possessively along her slender waist.
"Hah..." His voice was rough with amusement, laced with dark satisfaction.
His thin lips captured her earlobe in a punishing nip, relishing the way her body trembled.
"Remember your words, little liar."
His tone was low, commanding. "Clean up. Dry yourself."
He released her, and her legs nearly gave way as her feet touched the floor.
His gaze darkened. Already so weak from just a kiss?
"Don’t keep me waiting."
With that loaded remark, he turned and strode out of the steamy bathroom, his body thrumming with suppressed desire.
Women threw themselves at him constantly—experienced, willing.
But one this stunning, this untouched—
Indulging her a little wouldn’t hurt.
Su Qianqian slid down the wall onto the damp floor, hugging her trembling arms, her face buried in her knees.
After her shower, she stood before the fogged mirror, her hair dried, wrapped in a soft white robe.
The reflection showed a face pure yet enchantingly delicate.
The system had told her—this face, this body, was her weapon.
She’d hoped to romance him first, to delay the inevitable.
But Gu Chengyu clearly had no intention of waiting.
What now?
Fear would only bore him.
Sweetness, fragility, a touch of coquettish charm—that might soften him.
It wasn’t an act; it was her nature. No risk of slipping up.
Besides, the system had said his gifts would come sooner if she yielded.
Even if it was just lust for now.
Taking a deep breath, Su Qianqian curved her lips into a docile, lovely smile.
She was at a disadvantage.
Lin Shu had already left her mark with her stubborn devotion.
She had to stay close to this white moonlight, monitor their bond, and sabotage its growth.
The living room was dim, bathed in the golden glow of a nightlight.
Gu Chengyu lounged on the leather sofa, his robe carelessly open, revealing his sculpted chest.
One long leg stretched out, the other bent lazily on the couch, a glass of liquor in hand.
Impatient, he’d downed a few more drinks to stoke the fire.
At the sound of movement, he turned his head and saw her—a vision in white, fresh from the bath.
Like a gardenia kissed by morning dew, radiant yet delicate.
The robe hugged her slender frame, her neck and calves glowing in the low light.
Her face was flushed, her features exquisite, her eyes a mix of innocence and temptation.
Yet again, her beauty struck him.
Gu Chengyu’s throat tightened. The cold shower had done nothing—the flames roared back fiercer than before.
He set the glass down and beckoned, his voice a lazy command. "Come here."
She took small, hesitant steps until she stood before him, head slightly bowed, radiating nervous innocence.
Gu Chengyu had no patience for hesitation.
In one swift motion, his arm hooked around her waist, hauling her onto his lap, her body snug against his.
"Ah!" Su Qianqian gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his hard chest.
"Thought you said you’d be good?" He chuckled darkly.
One arm locked around her, molding her to him.
The other hand ruthlessly tugged open her robe.
