Chapter 172: Love Makes One Humble

"Enchantress, what's wrong?" Shen Yan walked to the window to answer the phone. His entire demeanor shifted involuntarily, reverting to the refined and gentle man he was before, his tone filled with an indescribable tenderness.

Wu Yue'er felt a tightness in her chest. Clearly, just last night, Shen Yan had said she was prettier than Hao Anqi and that he would treat her well for a lifetime. Now, when faced with a choice, Shen Yan still chose Hao Anqi without a moment's hesitation.

Hmph! A man's mouth is a lying devil!

Hao Anqi's voice sounded somewhat dissatisfied: "I sent you a message last night, why didn't you reply?"

Shen Yan's heart skipped a beat, but his tone remained as gentle as ever: "I suddenly felt sleepy last night and went to bed a bit early. Has my little sleepyhead woken up yet?"

"Oh! It's a rare weekend, and the weather is so cold, how could I possibly get up?"

"Heh! I knew it. You get some good rest. How about I take you ice skating this afternoon?"

"But I don't know how to ice skate."

"I don't know how either. We'll just mess around; consider it an experience."

Shen Yan chatted with Hao Anqi as if no one else were around. Wu Yue'er, meanwhile, wore a look of resentment. Only now did she realize that Shen Yan had two completely different attitudes toward his girlfriend and others; his eyes held a glow, and a faint smile always hung on the corners of his lips.

He knew how to coax his girlfriend, with sweet nothings flowing one after another. It was a pity that Luo Qiqi had once called Shen Yan a "steel-straight man"—where was he straight!

At this very moment, Wu Yue'er felt a deep sense of jealousy toward Hao Anqi.

Wu Yue'er threw off the quilt and crept over, completely naked, hugging Shen Yan tightly from behind.

Shen Yan shuddered, his phone slipping from his grip and nearly hitting the floor. Just as he turned around, he was met head-on by a pair of red lips.

The two were nearly the same height, and Wu Yue'er kissed Shen Yan with ease. Her kissing technique had improved rapidly, and she displayed her perfect figure without reservation, effortlessly stirring the deep-seated desires in Shen Yan's heart.

Not hearing a response, Hao Anqi asked: "Shuai Yan, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Oh! I just turned on speakerphone, getting ready to go to the bathroom," Shen Yan's heart hammered against his ribs as he pushed at Wu Yue'er's smooth shoulders.

Wu Yue'er looked as if she were about to cry, her expression pitiful, then she pressed herself into Shen Yan's embrace with exquisite timing, wrapping her arms around his broad back and tilting her head to kiss his neck.

Where they touched, it was warm and slick.

Hao Anqi didn't think much of it and continued chattering away. Most of the time it was Hao Anqi talking, while Shen Yan chimed in sporadically.

Shen Yan was clear-headed now and knew this was wrong. He wanted to push Wu Yue'er away, but she was holding on very tightly and even touching him everywhere.

Hearing the change in her little boyfriend's voice, Hao Anqi asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing! I bumped into something by accident," Shen Yan replied casually, slapping away that jade-like hand.

"What? You don't dare?" Wu Yue'er looked at him provocatively.

Hao Anqi pouted: "How old are you, still being so careless."

Shen Yan quipped: "It's because I got distracted talking to you. Enchantress, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face; I'll find you later."

"Alright then!" Hao Anqi felt Shen Yan was acting strange, but couldn't put her finger on where, so she had to let it go.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yan looked at Wu Yue'er, who was causing trouble on his body, and asked helplessly: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Wu Yue'er didn't answer him and tried to kiss Shen Yan again. Shen Yan hurriedly used both hands to control her shoulders, took a deep breath, and used immense willpower to keep himself from looking down. He said in a low voice: "I really can't take responsibility for you."

"You said you'd draw a line between us once we left this door. We haven't left yet, so you're still mine."

Wu Yue'er said coldly, her palm resting on his broad chest again. What difference did it make if this happened once or multiple times? Driven to a fever pitch, Shen Yan no longer held back.

He suddenly picked Wu Yue'er up and carried her to the bed, pressing her down. Her long, shapely legs left him unable to stop, and he played with them recklessly.

A hint of triumph appeared in Wu Yue'er's peach-blossom eyes; she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed those warm lips once more.

The two kissed inseparably.

In his clear-headed state, Shen Yan showed no mercy to this stunning beauty, occupying every inch of her skin and employing all eighteen martial arts in succession.

"Mmm... ah!"

Wu Yue'er felt her body and soul soaring, her soft moans continuous. Her pretty face was flushed with a rosy glow, like a mesmerizing rose petal, shy yet alluring.

She had never known such things could be so joyful.

Shen Yan was no longer that refined man; he was like a wild beast, his body terrifyingly powerful, seemingly never knowing fatigue. Under the assault of such fiery emotions, she was like a defenseless chick, left to be slaughtered.

Wu Yue'er held Shen Yan tightly, passively enduring everything. As they kissed, Wu Yue'er found she loved this version of Shen Yan—domineering and powerful.

It was addictive.

Afterward, Shen Yan had Wu Yue'er turn around. Wu Yue'er was a bit confused, but the answer was soon revealed. She said embarrassedly: "Don't do this, okay? It feels so strange."

Shen Yan slapped her small, perky buttocks and scolded: "That's for not behaving, insisting on playing with fire."

"I know I was wrong, be a little gentler."

Uh... Shen Yan was stunned. Why did it feel like this girl had a submissive streak? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she be raising a rebellion and having a big fight with him?

Why did she become more obedient the fiercer he was?

On this point, Shen Yan really wronged Wu Yue'er. Who the hell wants to suffer? She had simply been conquered by Shen Yan's power and couldn't muster the heart to resist at all.

The great battle lasted for two hours, the two of them tightly entangled. After it was over, Wu Yue'er lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dazed eyes, her breathing rapid, as if savoring the beauty that had just passed.

Shen Yan picked up the water by the bedside and gulped down a few mouthfuls, a look of conflict appearing on his face. He didn't know how to handle this relationship; with Wu Yue'er's attitude, it was clear she wasn't prepared to let go.

But Wu Yue'er wasn't just some random person he could touch and then keep at home. She was a top student at Hangzhou University, outstanding in every aspect; why would she be someone's mistress?

"Lust is a knife at the head."

Shen Yan finally understood the meaning of this saying.

Wu Yue'er didn't think that much. Nestled in Shen Yan's arms, smelling the thick scent coming from his nose, she felt only peace and happiness in her heart. She lifted Shen Yan's arm, wanting him to hold her.

But Shen Yan remained completely indifferent to this.

Wu Yue'er looked up at his detached expression, and her heart felt tight again. Mist gathered in her eyes, and she said pitifully: "I won't force you anymore, okay? You don't have to break up with Hao Anqi either. I just hope you'll spend time with me when you're free. I don't need you to take responsibility, and I won't pester you. Let's just be like we were before."

Shen Yan hesitated. Wu Yue'er pressed her advantage, her eye sockets red, and said with a sobbing tone: "I've already conceded to this point, don't ignore me. As long as you treat me half as well as you treat Hao Anqi, I'll be very satisfied."