The Rolls-Royce glided into the Cloudcrest Apartments, and the door opened as Gu Chengyu stepped out with his long legs. Before the driver could circle around, he had already leaned in, his arm slipping beneath Su Qianqian’s knees and back, effortlessly lifting her into a secure bridal carry.
"Young Master Gu…" Su Qianqian gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hm." Gu Chengyu acknowledged with a low hum, striding toward the private elevator with her in his arms. His muscular arms held her firmly, his steps steady and assured.
The mirrored elevator walls reflected their entwined figures—the tall, imposing man and the delicate, beautiful girl nestled against him.
The elevator ascended silently.
In the enclosed space, only their breaths could be heard.
Gu Chengyu lowered his head, his jaw brushing against the soft crown of her hair, his voice deep and husky. "Earlier, when I pushed open that door… did what you see frighten you?"
Su Qianqian shook her head gently against his solid chest, her voice muffled and sweet. "Not frightened… just a little noisy."
Gu Chengyu chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest.
"From now on, you’re never stepping foot in a place like that again."
The elevator doors chimed open, leading directly into the foyer. Gu Chengyu carried her through the living room and into the walk-in closet connected to the master bedroom.
The floor was lined with the finest anti-slip tiles, and a towering floor-length mirror dominated one wall.
He didn’t turn on the main lights, instead illuminating the room with a few soft ambient lamps in the corners.
A warm, golden glow spilled across the space.
Gu Chengyu carefully set Su Qianqian down on a stool, removing her sandals and letting her bare, porcelain feet touch the floor.
His towering frame loomed over her as he shrugged off his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby ottoman.
Su Qianqian wore only a simple white dress, the delicate fabric hugging her slender waist and graceful curves.
Her clear, almond-shaped eyes gazed up at him with a mix of innocence and trust.
Gu Chengyu couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before him.
Her luminous skin seemed to glow with its own soft radiance, untouched by the dim lighting.
Most people’s complexion would shift under such warm hues—like his own, which had turned from cool ivory to a golden tan.
But hers remained flawlessly pale.
His hand cupped her cheek, the stark contrast between their skin tones sending a scorching heat through him—more intoxicating than any deliberate seduction.
A primal urge surged within him, a dark fire parching his throat.
His long fingers gripped her delicate jaw, his voice rough with unrestrained desire. "Qianqian… was I good tonight?"
Su Qianqian trembled slightly, her long lashes fluttering.
She knew exactly what he meant.
Publicly conceding, coldly cutting ties with Lin Shu—all to protect her.
Her heart melted, a bittersweet warmth blooming in her chest, tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction.
She nodded obediently, her voice feather-light. "Very good…"
"Then…" Gu Chengyu leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, his breath scorching. "Shouldn’t I get a reward?"
His large hand slid down her slender arm, settling possessively on the dip of her waist.
Su Qianqian’s cheeks flushed a captivating pink. She knew exactly what kind of reward he wanted—he’d been whispering filthy promises all evening in the private room.
Shyly lowering her lashes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, letting out a tiny, breathless "Mm."
That soft sound pleased him immensely.
A low, triumphant laugh escaped him.
Instead of kissing her immediately, he tightened his grip on her waist, guiding her to stand and stepping back until they stood before the expansive mirror.
The cool surface pressed against Su Qianqian’s back, drawing a soft whimper from her.
Their reflections were unmistakable—his powerful, dominant frame and her delicate, almost ethereal figure, clinging to him like a fragile vine.
The contrast between their skin tones only heightened the visual intensity.
Gu Chengyu’s gaze raked hungrily over her blushing face and the alluring curves of her body, his Adam’s apple bobbing sharply.
He wasn’t in a hurry. A feast like this deserved to be savored.
One hand remained anchored at her waist while the other traced the elegant slope of her spine, trailing down to the delicate line of her thighs.
"Sweetheart." His voice was a velvet rasp, eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. "Didn’t you learn a new dance move recently?"
"That basic stretch—touching your ankles?"
Su Qianqian’s legs felt weak, her body swaying slightly, held up only by his firm grip.
She nodded hesitantly. "Yes… the teacher said it’s a foundational pose in classical dance."
"Show me." The command in his voice was undeniable, deep and magnetic. He took a few deliberate steps back, leaning against the wall with predatory patience.
"But this isn’t the dance studio," Su Qianqian protested, toes curling in embarrassment beneath his smoldering gaze.
Performing this pose in the studio was one thing—even on a public stage, she wouldn’t hesitate.
But under his scrutiny, even fully clothed, she felt unbearably exposed.
"Right here." Gu Chengyu’s tone brooked no argument, laced with dark persuasion. "Right now. Let me see just how flexible my little dancer is."
His eyes burned with undisguised intent, lingering on the arch of her waist and the gentle swell of her hips.
This wasn’t about dance. It was possession in another form.
Su Qianqian’s skin prickled with heat, humiliation and arousal warring within her.
Yet under his commanding, adoring gaze, resistance was impossible.
Drawing a shaky breath, she steeled herself.
Then, bathed in golden light, she tilted her chin up, her supple spine bending backward like a willow branch, descending into a breathtaking arc.
Her waist dipped into an impossible curve, her body folding with mesmerizing grace.
The hem of her white dress crept upward, revealing slender calves and dainty ankles.
Her arms stretched gracefully, fingertips reaching toward her pointed toes.
Even clothed, the pose laid bare every vulnerable, exquisite line of her body.
The sinuous bend of her waist, the taut length of her legs, the delicate tension in her feet—it was a vision of surrender, fragile and intoxicating.
Gu Chengyu’s breath caught.
Had he seen other women bend like this? Of course.
On stages, in clubs, even in his own bedroom—far more provocative displays were commonplace.
Were those women beautiful? Undoubtedly.
They lacked none of her allure, and they certainly weren’t as shy. They wore far less.
Yet here she was, covered from neck to ankle save for those slender calves and porcelain feet—and it stole the air from his lungs.
His gaze traced the elegant hollow of her arched back, his voice thick with admiration. "So beautiful, my Qianqian."
"Hold it just like that."
His kisses, branding and possessive, trailed down—
And after this, and that—
Then—!!!
