His large hand slid down, tracing her slender waist that seemed barely a handful, the calloused ridge of his thumb measuring the delicate curve of her hip.
Then his palm pressed against the soft, flat plane of her abdomen...
"Mm..."
Su Qianqian buried her face into the crook of his neck, her nose filled with the crisp scent of sandalwood and a faint hint of alcohol clinging to him.
Her fair neck arched gracefully, exposing a vulnerable yet elegant line, the slope of her shoulders smooth and refined.
Her eyes were tightly shut, long lashes fluttering, her willow-like brows furrowing slightly at the unfamiliar sensations, a look that stirred tenderness.
Gu Chengyu gazed down, his dark eyes fixed on the pliant beauty in his arms.
That purity mingled with an unconscious allure was the most intoxicating poison.
His Adam's apple bobbed sharply as his arm around her back tightened.
His other hand withdrew from her... only to slide beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly, cradling her delicate frame against his chest.
The sudden weightlessness drew a gasp from her, her small hands instinctively looping around his neck.
He carried her as though she were fragile treasure—or a coveted prize—striding toward the wide bed.
She was laid gently upon the pristine sheets, her luminous shoulders and delicate collarbones bared.
Sinking into the soft mattress, she resembled a delicate blossom battered by a storm, yearning for shelter.
Yet Gu Chengyu didn’t descend upon her immediately.
She still wore her robe, though its sash...
He stood at the bedside, his towering frame casting a shadow over her, swallowing the light, leaving only an unsettling darkness.
His gaze, openly possessive, trailed over her—down the slender plane of her stomach, lingering with deliberate admiration.
Finally, it settled on her legs, long and shapely yet trembling faintly, half-concealed.
The heat in his stare was palpable, as though his eyes alone could brand her skin.
Su Qianqian shivered under his scrutiny, her toes curling in embarrassment.
Her fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles pressing white.
Her wide, glistening eyes—soft and pleading—met his like a trapped fawn’s, silently begging for mercy.
Gu Chengyu’s focus returned to her narrow waist.
Bathed in the light, it curved like a willow branch, her skin like polished jade, glowing with temptation.
Drawn in, he reached out, his large hand settling against the snow-smooth dip of her waist.
It was a conqueror’s hand—strong, defined, bearing the marks of discipline and battle.
Though his skin was naturally pale, years of rigorous training and combat under foreign suns had left faint traces, they’d faded quickly.
Yet when his hand spanned her waist, the contrast was striking.
Her fragility barely exceeded the span of his grasp, so delicate it seemed it might break.
The sinewy strength of his forearm, veins prominent, clashed with her yielding softness, her flawless skin—a collision of power and vulnerability.
His thumb brushed slowly over the delicate hollow of her waist, savoring the warmth, the silk-like tremble beneath his touch.
"Ah..." Su Qianqian’s back arched faintly, a breathy whimper escaping her lips.
She wanted to shy away, yet remembered she must be obedient—instead, she curved toward him, pressing closer.
Gu Chengyu exhaled roughly at that honeyed sound.
Leaning down, his breath scorched her ear as he murmured, "So good..."
His voice was rough with hunger.
His hand glided along the delicate slope of her waist, tracing the subtle dip of her spine before exploring further, ascending toward forbidden peaks.
