Su Qianqian continued tilting her small face upward, mustering her courage as she extended a delicate finger with a hint of audaciousness. "Young Master Gu, I have one tiny condition..."
"Hmm?" Gu Chengyu raised a brow, signaling her to continue.
“It’s just…” Her voice grew even softer, laced with cautious flattery and stubbornness. “While you have me, you can’t have anyone else… okay?”
She met his gaze and added, "If one day you want to be with someone else... just tell me, and I'll step aside quietly. I won't cling to you."
The amusement in Gu Chengyu's eyes faded slightly, his brows knitting together.
A condition? Abstinence?
No woman had ever dared make such a demand of him.
He'd remained single all this time—who would dare question her presence by his side?
Seeing his hesitation, Su Qianqian's heart clenched.
Without delay, she wrapped her slender, porcelain arms around his neck, pressing her soft, fragrant body flush against his rigid frame.
Her large, dewy eyes blinked up at him, her rosy lips puckering slightly as she swayed him with a voice so sweet and coquettish it could melt bones:
"Please? Young Master Gu, I'm begging you... please?"
Her acting cute was as endearing as a kitten nuzzling its owner for treats—utterly impossible to refuse.
Gu Chengyu felt his resolve soften under her playful pleading, the irritation of her boldness dissolving instantly.
His gaze dropped to the delicate figure in his arms, acutely aware of her curves molding against him—the slender waist, the rounded swell of her hips, the full, soft press of her breasts against his chest.
Every inch of her was as tender and sweet as he'd savored the night before.
And that intoxicating allure—the memory alone sent heat coursing through him.
After such a feast, how could lesser flavors ever compare?
Fine.
His large hand at her waist pinched the soft flesh there in playful punishment, drawing a breathy whimper from her.
“Alright,” he conceded, his voice low, tinged with resignation but mostly indulgence. “You win, little vinegar pouch.”
"For now, it's just you."
Su Qianqian's eyes lit up, her lips curving into a radiant smile as she impulsively pecked his jaw. "Thank you, Young Master Gu! You're the best!"
Gu Chengyu was momentarily stunned by her sudden affection before chuckling.
He retaliated by pressing a firm, smacking kiss to her cheek, leaving a conspicuous mark.
[Does this mean she's his little girlfriend now?]
The term lingered in his mind as he studied her face—youthful yet now touched with the allure of newfound passion. The memory of last night's stark proof of her innocence erased his last traces of doubt.
Letting her be his little girlfriend wasn’t so bad.
So young, her first time given to him, so obedient and soft, with just the right amount of spoiled affection and jealousy.
She deserved a little extra spoiling.
He forgot, of course, that there had been others before—fresh-faced girls, just as young, just as docile and sweet.
But back then, they’d seemed bland and unremarkable, paling in comparison to more experienced women.
He’d usually found them tiresome.
Now, his arm tightened around her slender waist, his voice a velvet murmur of seduction: "One more kiss, then I’ll take you to move your things."
Su Qianqian, slightly breathless from his grip, buried her face in his neck before obediently tilting up to brush her lips against his jaw again. "I should call Lin Shu first," she murmured, "to ask for three days off to pack properly."
Better to seek permission early, especially after yesterday’s scolding.
Gu Chengyu gave a noncommittal hum, though his hand remained possessive on her waist, tracing idle circles over the dip of her spine.
"And my things are still at the rental. I need to go back and pack—"
He cut her off with a kiss, his mouth slanting over hers. "I’ve already prepared new ones for you," he muttered against her lips. "I’ll have someone fetch the old ones later."
"Rather than wasting time packing, why not let me steal a few more kisses?"
By the time he finally released her, Su Qianqian’s face was flushed. She slid off his lap and grabbed her phone, stepping toward the window to call Lin Shu.
This time, she played it safe, her voice laced with contrition: "Lin Shu, I’m so sorry, but I really need to move today. Can I take three days off?"
Lin Shu's irritation was palpable through the phone, and though she grumbled about Su Qianqian being a troublemaker, she ultimately relented.
Hanging up, Su Qianqian exhaled in relief.
