Chapter 129: She Shouldn't Have Provoked Him

Once in the dining room, this sense of something being off became even more apparent.

Shen Yanhui picked up his chopsticks, plucked a piece of braised pork, and placed it into Gu Yan's bowl: "Eat more."

Gu Yan: "... It's just dinner, there's no need to be this enthusiastic, right?"

Shen Yanhui only said: "Afraid you'll go hungry."

Gu Yan suspiciously picked up the braised pork and took a bite; it was tender, succulent, and flavorful—the auntie's cooking was as good as ever.

Shen Yanhui kept piling food into her bowl; the food in her bowl was stacked like a small mountain, and as soon as she finished a little, he added more.

Gu Yan: "... Why do you keep putting food in my bowl?"

Shen Yanhui looked calm and composed: "To make sure you're full."

Gu Yan: "... I'm already full."

Shen Yanhui picked up another chopstick-full: "Eat a bit more."

At this point, how could Gu Yan not understand the little scheme in his heart?

She suddenly curled her lips into a smile, picked up her chopsticks, and also placed a piece of braised pork into his bowl.

Shen Yanhui raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

Gu Yan met his gaze, smiling candidly: "You need to eat more too; after all, the one doing the heavy lifting tonight is you."

Shen Yanhui looked at her, the smile in his eyes slowly deepening. He set down his chopsticks, leaned back into the chair, and said with leisurely composure: "The one doing the heavy lifting today isn't me."

Gu Yan was stunned, some memories flashing back.

"When the time comes... do it yourself."

"You aren't allowed to beg for mercy halfway through, saying your waist is sore and your legs are weak, and then ask me for help..."

"..."

She glared at him: "Don't underestimate people."

Shen Yanhui didn't speak, only smiled.

Gu Yan felt insecure from his smile; she looked down at her own small frame and felt things didn't look good.

But who was she? She was Gu Yan.

She lifted her head and raised her chin: "Just you wait."

——

The results of "just you wait" are generally not very satisfactory.

Gu Yan pressed her hands against Shen Yanhui's chest, breathing rapidly. Her waist was aching uncontrollably, causing her to sag downward.

"No strength left..." She collapsed onto him, her chin resting in the hollow of his shoulder, her voice soft and clingy, laced with a sobbing tone, "Really, no strength left..."

Shen Yanhui's palm rested against her waist, gently stroking it.

"How long has it even been?" His voice was hoarsely strained, as if ground out from his throat.

Gu Yan didn't want to answer.

She wanted to get down, but was stopped by him.

She stopped moving.

But the sensation was too clear; she rubbed against his neck in grievance: "I really can't do it anymore..."

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

She felt something and opened her eyes in astonishment: "You... don't..."

He coaxed her in a hoarse voice: "Try again, hmm?"

She shook her head.

He kissed her earlobe.

"Good girl."

She was left dizzy by that "good girl" and reluctantly...

He let out a muffled groan.

The sound spilled from his chest, low and deep, like the suppressed panting of a wild beast.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto him again.

"No, no, no..." She buried her face in his chest, refusing to go on, rubbing against him as if acting shamelessly, "I'm exhausted, you do it, you do it, you do it..."

He looked down at her shameless display, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"Gu Yan."

"Hmm?"

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

She didn't speak, only hugged him tighter.

He sighed.

The next second, Gu Yan felt the world spin, and she was pressed into the soft bedding.

The sudden change in position made her gasp, but before that gasp could land, it was swallowed by the tide.

Outside the window, the sound of rain suddenly intensified.

Patter, patter, the raindrops struck the glass, dense and fierce.

She couldn't hear anything anymore, couldn't think of anything anymore.

Who knows how much time passed.

She couldn't help but cry out.

He stopped and kissed her eyes gently: "Good girl, don't cry."

She sobbed, her body still trembling.

He just held her like that, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, one by one, until she slowly calmed down.

A long while passed.

She recovered, moved a little, and felt her body covered in sweat, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

She pushed him: "I want to take a bath."

He looked down at her.

She had just been crying, her eyes were still red, her eyelashes were damp, and the way she glared at him had no lethality at all.

He curled the corners of his lips and picked her up.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the water from the showerhead was warm, feeling very comfortable as it washed over them.

She leaned in his arms, being rinsed by the hot water, and gradually regained some strength. Thinking of how she had just acted spoiled and begged for mercy, she felt a bit unwilling to let it go.

Once she felt unwilling, her mouth started to become restless.

"Shen Yanhui."

"Hmm."

"Were you not capable just now?"

He looked down at her.

She blinked, looking innocent: "I was just asking."

Shen Yanhui chuckled softly, the ink-black color in his eyes deeper than the night outside: "Gu Yan."

"What?"

"Do you know what you are saying?"

Gu Yan sensed danger and began to regret it in her heart. But the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back.

She shifted to the side, then shifted again, moving further away from this dangerous individual.

But...

With just one reach, he pulled her back.

The shower water was still running, the warm columns of water hitting their bodies, and the rising steam filled the entire bathroom.

She braced herself against the glass door, unable to stand at all, and called his name with a trembling voice: "Shen Yanhui..."

"Yes, I am here." He picked her up.

The sound of rain outside the window grew urgent again.

Half an hour later, she finally begged for mercy: "Enough... really enough..."

Shen Yanhui, however, ignored her, crushing her voice until he had cultivated a brand new world.

Gu Yan felt as if all the sounds around her had vanished.

She could not help but tilt her head back, looking fragile and sexy.

He pressed against her ear, his voice hoarse: "You are so warm."

Gu Yan cried out a "wow" in her heart.

She should not have provoked a man who had been abstinent for so long.

——

The next day at noon, the rain finally stopped.

When Gu Fanglin and Yang Bing arrived home, it was already past one in the afternoon.

As soon as the two entered the house, they saw Shen Yanhui walking out from the direction of the kitchen, carrying a tray in his hands.

Seeing them enter, he stopped: "Dad, Mom."

Gu Fanglin was stunned for a moment, his gaze falling on the tray in his hands: "This is..."

Shen Yanhui's expression did not change: "Taking some food to Yanyan."

Gu Fanglin frowned at first, then waved his hand: "Go on, don't let her go hungry."

After Shen Yanhui disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Yang Bing patted his shoulder with great satisfaction: "There is progress; you know not to ask about things you shouldn't."

Gu Fanglin: "..."

He did not want this kind of praise.

He gave a soft huff, ignored Yang Bing, and walked inside.

"Where are you going?"

"To see what good things are left in the house that can help save face for your daughter's wedding."