One month later, it was the third day after the wrap of the drama "The Deity".
Azure sea, blue sky, crystal clear water, and white sand.
The bright sunshine of Sanya poured into the seaside villa.
At this moment, Su Qianqian was wearing only a pale yellow spaghetti-strap dress, barefoot, curled up on the soft sofa facing the sea, holding a glass of iced coconut milk and taking small sips.
She narrowed her eyes comfortably, looking lazy and blissful.
This was the scene Gu Chengyu saw as he came downstairs.
He was dressed in a white linen shirt and casual trousers, his figure tall and straight. He looked less of his usual aloof nobility and more casual and handsome.
He walked over, sat down by the sofa, reached out a long arm, and scooped the soft, obedient girl, along with her blanket, into his embrace.
"Mmph..." Su Qianqian tumbled into his arms unexpectedly, her nose filled with the scent of oud from him.
She squirmed a little, found she couldn't break free, and then softened against his chest, tilting her little face up. The corners of her eyes and brows carried a charming coquettishness. "You startled me."
"So happy?" Gu Chengyu lowered his head, rubbing his chin against her smooth forehead, his voice laced with laughter.
"Mm!" Su Qianqian nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.
"It's so beautiful here, the sunshine is so nice, and the sea is so blue! Yu, can we go for a walk on the beach this afternoon? I also want to collect seashells!"
She counted each thing she wanted to do on her slender, fair fingers, her tone chirpy.
Gu Chengyu looked at her, his heart melting completely.
Her recent aloofness seemed to have been blown away by the sea breeze; she had returned to being that little girl who knew how to act spoiled and pout.
"Okay, whatever you want to do is fine." He lowered his head, kissed the top of her hair, his eyes full of doting affection.
"But for now, keep me company a little longer? A certain little rascal stole the covers last night, I didn't sleep well because of it."
He was deliberately teasing her.
Su Qianqian immediately pouted her lips and poked his hard chest with her finger: "That's nonsense, we clearly had separate quilts!"
Gu Chengyu raised an eyebrow, caught her mischievous little hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it, a roguish look in his eyes.
"Is that so? My memory isn't that good, I seem to have forgotten."
"Maybe we should try sharing one quilt tonight..."
He deliberately drew out his tone, implying something.
Su Qianqian understood his hint, two blushes flying to her cheeks as she glared at him: "Gu Chengyu! Can't you think of something wholesome!"
With that, she tried to wriggle out of his embrace.
Gu Chengyu laughed heartily, his arm tightening even more, not letting her escape: "Thinking about my own girlfriend, what's unwholesome about that?"
He lowered his head, his nose nuzzling hers, their breaths mingling, his tone seductive, "Qianqian, I've missed you..."
She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttering like little fans, her voice faint and tinged with shyness: "It's still daytime, don't even think about..."
So it's okay to think about it at night?
Ecstasy surged in Gu Chengyu's heart. How could he hold back any longer? He lowered his head and captured those alluring lips, claiming a bit of interest first.
...
Night fell, the sound of ocean waves faintly audible, adding an extra layer of tranquility and ambiguity to the villa.
In the private home theater, the lighting was dim. A classic romance film was playing on the screen, the visuals beautiful, the soundtrack seductive.
Su Qianqian was curled up in the spacious sofa, covered with a thin little blanket, somewhat engrossed in the movie.
Gu Chengyu sat beside her, his arm resting on the sofa back behind her, in a semi-embracing posture.
His gaze rarely lingered on the screen, almost always falling on the profile of the delicate beauty beside him.
The man's gaze gradually slid downward, past her slender neck, her delicate collarbones, finally settling on the delicate, snow-soft curves rising and falling with her breath.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
The atmosphere in the film grew increasingly intimate; the male and female leads finally kissed.
Gu Chengyu felt his own breathing grow heavier.
He turned slightly, tightened his arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
Su Qianqian was startled by his movement, tilting her head slightly to meet his deep, intense gaze.
Her heart fluttered, a wave of shyness washing over her.
"Yu..." she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.
This soft, coquettish call made Gu Chengyu unable to resist lowering his head.
"Mmph..." Su Qianqian let out a soft moan, her hands threading into his black hair, wanting to push him away, but her wrists were weak, her fingertips soft.
His large hand slipped beneath the thin blanket, caressing her tender shoulders and slender arms, sending shivers of pleasure.
The film's suggestive soundtrack continued to play, blurring the line between reality and fiction.
In the blur of light and shadow, she felt herself being gently laid back into the soft sofa. His tall, sturdy frame loomed over her, his shadow enveloping her.
His kisses fell on her brow, her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, like the prelude to a calming storm before the wanton onslaught began.
!!!
As the film's protagonists fell onto a bed, in reality, tears also welled up at the corners of Su Qianqian's eyes.
"Yu..." she called his name, her voice a mix of anguish and allure.
He buried his head, leaving behind scattered red marks.
"Qianqian, my Qianqian..." he rasped in a low whisper.
Su Qianqian furrowed her delicate brows tightly, like a small boat tossed and adrift on a turbulent sea, unable to struggle, unable to resist.
Gu Chengyu looked at her fragile, weeping state caused by him, a mix of satisfaction and wickedness intertwining within.
He knew their current relationship was delicate, not truly reconciled as before.
But he knew even more that he would absolutely never let go.
Moreover, he was now completely capable of making her pregnant, and she was still completely unaware.
This realization stirred a base excitement deep within him.
His large palm slid across her back, wrapped around her shoulder, and held her close.
Outside the window, the sound of the ocean waves seemed to grow more urgent, washing over the shore again and again, masking the blush-inducing sounds from within the room.
The night deepened, the sky as dark as ink.
The white gauze curtains of the villa's sea-facing windows billowed and fluttered continuously in the sea breeze.
Inside, the bedsheet was clutched and wrinkled. The girl, leveraging her strength, turned onto her side, her slender, green-onion-like fingers bracing against the nightstand as she tried to scramble off the bed, only to be pulled back by an invisible force, away from the nightstand. Only the lamp was accidentally knocked over by her, rolling onto the floor, unnoticed by anyone.
One of her slender hands clenched the mattress tightly, then loosened, then clenched again, her knuckles turning white.
The moonlight flickered in and out, passing through the swaying gauze curtains, occasionally briefly illuminating a corner, revealing the man's powerful back and the girl's beautiful eyes brimming with unshed tears, her pupils reflecting the swaying moonlight.
Finally, all the chaos came to an abrupt halt, leaving only deafening silence and the girl's clear, broken sobs.
Her toes pressed desperately into the bed as she thought, she hated him to death.
