“Mmm…” Su Qianqian instantly melted against his chest, her body going limp.
He traced her delicate curves as if appraising a rare piece of jade, his fingertips exploring with fascination, savoring the silky softness of her skin—so tender, so flawless.
Unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed the girl’s fragile nerves.
Whimpering softly, she bit her lips to stifle the sounds, her cheeks flushing even pinker. Her dewy almond eyes quickly glazed over with a misty haze, long lashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings.
Gu Chengyu lowered his head, his breath hot against the shell of her ear and the curve of her neck.
Enthralled, he watched the girl in his arms—her dazed, innocent yet alluring expression, utterly undone by his touch.
Unable to resist, he dipped his head and captured her small, rounded earlobe between his lips, delighting in the way her body trembled in response.
“Ah… Young Master Gu.” Su Qianqian barely managed to catch her breath, her voice husky from his teasing—soft, sweet, and laced with a honeyed plea.
She turned her face slightly, evading his scorching lips, and gazed up at him with pitiful, pleading eyes.
Gu Chengyu paused, arching a brow as he waited for her to continue.
He loved this about her—the way she struggled yet yielded, how she put up a fight but remained so obedient.
“I’ll be good,” she murmured, her voice delicate and coaxing, laced with sincerity. “Please… don’t tell Brother Wang, okay?”
Gu Chengyu blinked, momentarily thrown. “Brother Wang?”
“Sister Shu’s manager. And… don’t tell Sister Shu either.”
Su Qianqian whispered the explanation, her slender fingers clutching the black fabric of his robe. “I want to stay with Sister Shu. She’s a big star—I can learn so much from her.”
She tilted her face up, eyes wide and imploring, hoping to soften his heart.
Gu Chengyu found her obedient, coquettish demeanor both novel and amusing.
The girl wasn’t his usual type—bold and glamorous—yet somehow, she always managed to strike a chord in him, stirring his desire and tenderness.
With a low chuckle, his large hand continued its exploration of her porcelain skin, savoring every inch of warmth and softness.
His fingertips teased lightly, grazing sensitive spots, drawing another whimper from her.
“Wouldn’t you rather have me?”
He dipped his head, his straight nose brushing against the delicate tip of hers, his voice a lazy, intoxicating murmur. “If you’re mine, I’ll give you any resource you want.”
“I could make you famous faster than Lin Shu ever could.”
Su Qianqian fought back the shivers his touch ignited, forcing herself to stay pliant in his arms despite the urge to curl into herself.
She shook her head firmly, her silky hair brushing against his jaw, carrying the faint scent of her sweetness.
Summoning her courage, she met his gaze with clear, stubborn eyes. “No. I don’t want you to make me famous.”
Her lips—still slightly red from his earlier attention—pouted faintly as she added in a coaxing tone, “I want to learn acting properly, to study all kinds of things.”
After a pause, she murmured even softer, “I even want to retake the college entrance exams… study performance arts properly.”
“College?” Gu Chengyu was genuinely taken aback.
The women around him chased money, fame, or simply him—Gu Chengyu.
But wanting to go to college? She was the first.
The contrast between her earnest determination and the way she lay disheveled in his arms, pliant and yielding, struck him with unexpected amusement.
A deep laugh rumbled in his chest.
He leaned down and nipped her supple cheek, leaving a possessive mark.
“Fine.” His voice carried a trace of indulgence even he didn’t recognize, his arm tightening around her slender waist, pressing her soft curves flush against him.
“You’ve got quite the ambition, little one.”
He dropped the subject of making her famous, silently allowing her little scheme of learning under Lin Shu’s wing.
But his wandering hands grew even bolder.
