Chapter 104: Why Are You in My Bed?!

Gu Yan's face was burning fiercely, yet she still held her head up to look at him.

"Then..." she pursed her lips, her voice as light as a breath, "do you want me?"

Shen Yanhui's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stared at her fixedly, his eyes darker than the night outside, bottomless.

Gu Yan waited for two seconds; he didn't move.

The bit of courage she had summoned began to slip away; she turned her face aside and muttered softly, "Forget it if you don't..."

Before the words had even faded, her waist tightened.

She was lifted up by him and straddled onto his lap.

Her skirt was bunched at her waist, and his palm pressed against her lower back, the temperature searingly hot. She was forced to lower her head to look at him, with almost no distance between them.

He held her waist, looking up at her.

Gu Yan's heart was pounding violently, her hands braced on his shoulders, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He didn't speak, just raised a hand and slowly tucked her stray hair behind her ear. His fingertips brushed against her cheek, sparking a fine, tingling sensation.

Then, his palm traced down her back, pressing inch by inch through her thin knit sweater.

Gu Yan's breathing began to grow unsteady.

"Say it again." His voice was raspy beyond recognition.

Gu Yan's heart hammered, but she still stiffened her neck: "I said, if you don't want to—"

He kissed her.

Gu Yan tilted her head, dodging his kiss, and whispered, "You aren't allowed to move, I'll do it myself."

Shen Yanhui released his grip, leaned back against the chair, and said with a smile, "Alright, go ahead."

Gu Yan bit her lip.

She reached out to undo his belt, the light clinking of the metal buckle sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet car.

"I... I don't have a condom." Gu Yan was in a bit of a predicament.

Shen Yanhui let out a low laugh.

The sound of that laughter made her palms tingle.

With one hand, he fished a small square packet out of his suit's inner pocket and handed it to her.

"I do."

Gu Yan stared at the object, stunned for half a second before she realized: "You... carry this with you?"

"Mm."

"..."

She glared at him, her eyes wet, possessing zero lethality.

He raised his hand, rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, and lowered his voice even further, whispering, "Help me put it on?"

Gu Yan didn't speak.

She took it, her hands trembling slightly. And then... you know how it goes.

The temperature inside the car was very high, the air thick and viscous...

She watched Shen Yanhui leaning back in the seat, his head tilted up, the veins on his neck bulging.

Those eyes, usually so calm, were half-closed, his eyelashes fluttering gently, his lips pressed into a line, occasionally letting out a suppressed, breathy sound.

Gu Yan leaned down, moving close to his ear.

"It sounds so good."

Shen Yanhui opened his eyes to look at her, the darkness in their depths too thick to dissolve.

She curled the corners of her mouth, continuing to flirt recklessly: "Brother, you... mm... look so good like this..."

A muffled groan rolled from his throat, and the hand holding her waist tightened abruptly.

"Gu Yan."

"Mm?"

"... You asked for this."

A long time later.

Gu Yan lay draped over him, her entire body feeling as if all its strength had been drained, her cheek pressed against his sweat-dampened chest, undried tear tracks still clinging to her eyelashes.

Her body was still trembling slightly.

Shen Yanhui's palm stroked her back, stroke by stroke, with a gentle force, like soothing a startled cat. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the top of her hair, planting kisses from time to time.

"Not over yet?" His voice still carried a post-coital rasp, sounding somewhat helpless, "Such a strong reaction this time?"

Gu Yan lifted her eyelids to look at him; her gaze was soft and limp, devoid of any strength, let alone lethality.

He laughed again, the vibration passing through his chest.

"My fault."

She hummed, burying her face back in.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Gu Yan's body finally stopped trembling. However, being utterly exhausted, her eyelids began to droop.

"Shall I take you home?" Shen Yanhui asked in a low voice.

She gave a groggy "Mm."

The car stopped at the entrance of the Gu Family Villa.

Shen Yanhui carried her out of the car; she curled up in his arms, too sleepy to even open her eyes, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing steady.

The door was not locked.

The light in the entryway was on, and a warm yellow glow shone out from within.

Shen Yanhui had just stepped inside when he saw Yang Bing coming out of the kitchen holding a water glass.

Their eyes met.

"Auntie," he greeted her, his expression as usual.

Yang Bing paused in her steps, her gaze shifting from his face to her daughter, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and then back again.

Then she curled the corners of her mouth and smiled very lightly: "It's very late, sleep here tonight."

Shen Yanhui was silent for a second.

"Sorry for the intrusion."

Yang Bing smiled, turned, and walked upstairs: "Gu Yan's room is the first one on the right in the hallway, don't go to the wrong one."

Shen Yanhui: "... Okay."

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The next day.

Gu Yan was woken up by the sunlight.

She frowned, subconsciously snuggling toward the heat source beside her, burying her face into a warm chest.

The familiar scent of cedar.

She let out a satisfied "mm," and continued to sleep.

Two seconds later.

She opened her eyes abruptly.

What met her eyes was the familiar bedside lamp, the familiar curtains, the familiar... her own room.

She looked down and saw that she was lying on a man's chest.

That man was looking down at her, his eyes carrying the lazy smile of someone who had just woken up in the morning.

Gu Yan's pupils dilated in shock.

"You... why are you in my bed?!"

Shen Yanhui raised his hand and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek: "You wouldn't let go of me last night."

"How is that possible?"

Gu Yan glared at him, her face burning up bit by bit.

Memories of last night began to return.

In the car. Him. Her. And...

She sat up abruptly and looked down at herself; she was wearing clean loungewear.

"Who changed them?"

"Me."

"..."

She fell back down, buried her face in his chest, and cursed muffledly: "Shen Yanhui, are you sick?"

"Mm," he replied naturally, his palm patting her back gently.

Gu Yan stayed muffled in his arms for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something and lifted her face.

"Where's my mom?"

"Downstairs."

"Does she... know?"

Shen Yanhui looked at her terrified expression, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

"She came downstairs to pour water last night, just as I was carrying you through the door."

Gu Yan's expression cracked.

"What did she say?"

"She said it was very late and told me to sleep here."

"... And then?"

"Then she pointed to your room."

Gu Yan buried her face back in, letting out a wail.

Shen Yanhui laughed lowly, the vibration of his chest traveling through to her.

"It's fine," he kissed the top of her head, "Auntie is quite open-minded."

"Where's my dad?" her voice was muffled.

Shen Yanhui was silent for a second.

"Haven't met him yet."