The elevator doors opened.
Gu Chengyu carried her in his arms, striding through the empty living room straight toward the master bedroom.
He didn’t pause, taking her directly into the bathroom.
Gu Chengyu settled the pliant, trembling little body in his arms onto the edge of the spacious bathtub.
Su Qianqian was utterly boneless, leaning weakly against him.
Her eyes were half-lidded, long lashes damp with unshed tears.
Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed from the lingering discomfort, her face flushed with the fragile aftermath of being thoroughly cherished.
Gu Chengyu stood before her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.
His dark phoenix eyes still burned with intensity as he studied her.
With deliberate slowness, he undid the remaining buttons of his black dress shirt, his movements restrained yet restless.
After what had happened in the garage, Su Qianqian had regained some clarity.
But under his gaze, her heart fluttered, and she instinctively tried to curl in on herself—only for a large hand to press against her slender waist, stopping her.
“What are you hiding from?” Gu Chengyu’s voice was low.
He leaned down, gripping her delicate chin and forcing her to lift her face—even more tender now, flushed from their earlier passion.
Her almond-shaped eyes were still misty, her lips slightly swollen as she gazed up at him timidly.
His thumb brushed over her soft lips, his eyes dark and unreadable.
“Tell me,” he murmured, “was that other man’s chest better to look at than mine?”
“No…” Su Qianqian’s voice was small, still carrying the sweet, tearful lilt from earlier.
She denied it instinctively.
Admitting it now would be her downfall.
Besides, that male model’s physique couldn’t compare to Gu Chengyu’s—he was unfairly blessed.
“No?” He let out a low chuckle, but his other hand reached for her blue dress.
The fabric fluttered to the floor, and her pale arms instinctively moved to cover herself—only for him to easily catch her wrists and pin them against the cold edge of the bathtub.
“Young Master Gu…” Her voice trembled with embarrassment.
Gu Chengyu’s gaze raked over her like a predator’s, his throat bobbing as his voice turned even rougher.
“Didn’t you want to look? Didn’t you want fairness?”
“Now, I’ll let you see all you want, hm?”
“And for the sake of fairness… shouldn’t I get to look too?”
He gave her no chance to protest.
Against the frosted glass of the bathroom door, the silhouette of the man moved—his belt sliding free once more.
Gu Chengyu’s tall figure loomed like a beast ready to feast.
He advanced slowly.
The night was still long.
……
Time blurred.
Finally—
Click.
The showerhead was turned on abruptly, hot water cascading down onto the pristine tiles, the sound echoing sharply in the enclosed space.
After a while, the water stopped.
Then, the hum of a hairdryer filled the room.
Ten minutes later.
Gu Chengyu wrapped a large towel around the pliant, pink-tinged body in his arms and carried her out of the steam-filled bathroom.
The master bedroom was lit only by a dim wall lamp.
He laid her gently on the soft bed.
The towel slipped away, revealing her jade-like skin, now marked with the evidence of his possession—a fragile kind of beauty.
Gu Chengyu stood by the bed, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead, water droplets trailing down the defined lines of his torso before disappearing beneath the loosely tied towel at his waist.
His usually arrogant phoenix eyes softened as he looked at the small figure curled on the bed.
He’d been too rough tonight.
Gu Chengyu bent down, one knee pressing into the mattress as he pulled the covers over her. His large hand brushed the hair from her face, revealing her delicate, pitiful expression.
Her eyes were closed, long lashes fluttering faintly, her lips still slightly pouted as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice.
“Still sulking?”
His thumb grazed her swollen lips, his voice deep but no longer harsh—instead laced with indulgence.
“This is what happens when you misbehave.”
Su Qianqian didn’t open her eyes, only burying her face deeper into the pillow with a small, tearful whimper.
“It still hurts… wah…”
That sound clawed at Gu Chengyu’s heart.
He was silent for a moment before sighing.
Then, grabbing the towel, he roughly dried himself off before slipping under the covers beside her.
His strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her close.
He rested his chin atop her soft hair, his chest pressed against her bare back, his large hand soothingly massaging her slender waist before moving to her flat stomach—careful not to press too hard, only warming her with his palm.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he was doing it right.
“Will you dare to do it again?” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot.
The little figure in his arms shrank back slightly but didn’t answer—only nestling her small feet between his calves, rubbing them lightly.
Gu Chengyu’s irritation melted away at the gesture, his arms tightening around her.
“Sleep.”
His voice was muffled, lazy with satisfaction.
Soon, the warmth in his arms stilled, leaving only the soft rhythm of her breathing.
Gu Chengyu looked down at her peaceful sleeping face—still tinged with pink, her delicate features carrying the faintest trace of grievance from being thoroughly ravished.
He watched her for a long moment before finally pressing a featherlight kiss to her forehead and closing his own eyes.
Outside, the city’s neon lights continued to glow.
